Photo Essay by James Kenney
Throughout Kinshasa, people told me, ‘No camera,’ but at the hospital, individual people seemed to have lost their integrity of self.
Throughout Kinshasa, people told me, ‘No camera,’ but at the hospital, individual people seemed to have lost their integrity of self.
My unquestionably beautiful surroundings, once so freeing, now seem limiting.
Water represents a discomfort zone for most people—a place where entrepreneurs and creative artists live.
The human stories behind photographs can be tools for supporting social change.
We share the same blood line, we share our Vietnamese culture, and our misplaced community is our own.
I've been taking photographs of my son both to celebrate him and to remember the fleeting moments that parenting offers.
I was reminded of the beauty found in fragile things.
A photographer from Italy once wrote to me, 'Flowers should elect you their queen.'
How to capture the world after being raised on Fellini films?
My photographs just occasionally turned around and bit me on the bum.