Photography is a killer. But photography is the obituary and not the life. No matter how many damn images fill our universe they never fail to steal a little piece of our lives. These same photos never fail to deliver a little bit of memory.
I found this collection of old photos in an auction lot. Most were disconnected, seeming combined by multiple people, and yet they made sense. These women and girls across time started looking closely at me. Reverse the gaze. They are staring at me (and now you) across glossy paper, this screen, and years and years.
As a boy I was terrified of the announcement in disaster movies “Women and children first!” I felt disposable and angry. Who made these decisions? How did we (they!) decide who was worth saving? Now, it feels like the whole world is a sinking ship and not only do we need to help, assist and, yes, save Women and Girls, but so many more. Will we?