When Racism Spoils A Good Photo
Or why white photographers can’t take good photos of Black people
I must have been 12. My mum, who’s always had a love for family group photographs took us to a professional studio in Geneva. It was a significant financial drain on her single breadwinner income. She asked us to dress up in our Sunday best and my brothers, sisters, and I did as we were told. We couldn’t afford to do the …
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