For too long the word feminism has been a relatively exclusive term - defined by out dated, archival images of burning bras and anti-male sentiments. Feminism, however, is simply the belief that men and women should have equal rights.
The feminists in today's world (at least, the ones in a position to change things) are men - men who believe women should have the same opportunities that they do. This series shines a spotlight on those men who are taking the lead, in what has now been, a 170 year fight for gender equality. These are 'The New Feminists.'
TV is just one of the many ever present black mirrors through which we mediate our lives today. Idiot Box hopes to explore the darker side of our love for technology.
The series (shot while children watched TV) was an exploration into the co-dependent yet contradictory relationship we all share with technology and the media. Should we exhibit more caution about the role of technology in our children's lives? Is our techno-paranoia warranted? No matter what gadgetry we may possess, do our problems remain human?
Made in collaboration with local braid afficinado Diya Muhammad, this series is a ode to all women embracing their god given roots.
Mermaids on Parade
Come summer native Brooklynites don their sequinned fish tails, clamshell brasiers and ripped fishnet stockings for the Coney Island Mermaid Parade.
While the parade can be a rite of passage for all women, no matter their age, sexual preference or cup-size. The parade is also brimming with photographers on their own journey to capture some local wildlife.
Birds of Prey
To the West, the burqa is often seen as a symbol of repression. It's an offence to our notion of freedom, something to distrust. Let's ban the burqa people said. The irony of fighting repression with a ban seems to have escaped us.
Inspired by these juxtapositions, I collaborated with Melbourne writer Durkhanai AyubI to make this soft and birdlike series.
Almost Perfect Swedes
I photographed this portrait series in August of 2013 while my then fiancé and I summered in Sweden.
With our Swedish counterparts we swam and boated in the idyllic Archipelago, weekended in lake houses, collected fresh forest berries and attended overly festive crayfish parties.
It wasn't long before we realised that Sweden was indeed perfect. Well almost perfect... the Swedes conceed.
It turns out Nordic winters are dreadfully cold and dark. Recording sometimes only four to six hours of sunlight a day. Seemly this could be the contributing factor to their unusually high suicide rate or could explain the unfortunate rise of ABBA.