Doisneau at Bercy

In a quartier of Paris that has seen much renovation and new construction in recent decades, Bercy Village stands as a kind of model of what a modern shopping center might offer to build community. There are numerous shaded, terraced restaurants and cafes along the main alleyway, and extensive programs, at least in the summer, of […]

Google black lesbian photographer South Africa, and you get…

…Zanele Muholi, whose photographic portraits from her recent project “Faces and Phases,” have been traveling the world for the past few years. Here is a poster from her Amsterdam book exhibit: That is not a photograph of Muholi, but one of over a hundred portraits she took between 2006 and last year, of black lesbians […]

Broom, Pankhurst, and His Royal Highness

 Christina Broom’s story is a bit different from Shirley Baker’s, the British photographer I wrote about recently. Born several generations earlier, Broom (1862-1939) became a photographer from financial necessity when her ironmonger husband sustained a cricket injury that put him out of work. Of course, it is anybody’s guess what makes a gal choose a […]

Shirley Baker at The Photographers’ Gallery

What a joy to be introduced to the work of this documentary photographer, unable apparently to thrive in  the journalism career she’d longed for because of her SEX, yet producing some of the loveliest, most direct, and most communicative street photography on the planet. Like  European and American women photographers in her cohort (think Gertrude […]

“in our time”: Photographers in the World

Though I am passionate about photography, it does not often move me to tears. I’ve just seen an exhibit that forced me to choke up in front of a couple of its artists. And it could hardly have been more difficult to find. The University of Westminster, by Regent’s Park in London, has mounted a […]

London calling….

I spent the winter holidays in London at my teenaged daughter’s urging. I asked her to consider a warmer clime, but she was adamant. She has used up her chips, for the predictable future. It was — surprise — cold, rainy, and crowded. Yet I hadn’t been to London since 1989 (I can’t believe that). […]