Waiting is a major part of a photojournalist’s life; waiting for the Pope, a President or a rebel.
The first revolutionaries I ever worked with were the MNLF, Moro National Liberation Front, in the southern Philippines. When I wanted to contact... Read More | Share it now!
Since the overthrow of the Shah and the kidnapping of the American hostages in 1979, Iran has always been in the news. For nine years, while Iran was closed to most Westerners, I travelled there taking pictures of events, life under the Ayatollahs... Read More | Share it now!
I was sitting on the floor of a Hong Kong tram looking at an image in the monitor of my camera. “Excuse me sir,” said a passenger. “If you push the window down and lift the camera a little higher you won’t get all the flare that you’re... Read More | Share it now!
“There are no tickets to Wuhan,” said the woman at the train station in Shenzen. “Come back in a week.”
“We need to go today,” said my assistant, who speaks enough Cantonese to be able to make himself understood in southern China. The... Read More | Share it now!
“I’m a made-man, man, and when you come outside I’ll get you. Don’t you worry, we’ll be waiting.”
He had unwashed, thick brown hair that was tipped with blond streaks. His face was pushed into mine and he was screaming at me. Pushing... Read More | Share it now!