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Liz-Ann Vincent-Merry, Plymouth

Taken in November 2013 at home in his bedroom.

I came to look after my father in November 2013, so that my mother could have a break from caring for him.  To keep myself busy, I set about taking photographs of him; he was a very willing model.  He obliging got into bed and shut his eyes.  He lay so still, I thought he had fallen asleep.  This photo of my father is very poignant as it is one of the last photos of him before dementia really set it; he died six months later in April 2014 in care home.

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Rupi Kaur

i bleed each month to help make humankind a possibility. my womb is home to the divine. a source of life for our species. whether i choose to create or not. but very few times it is seen that way. in older civilizations this blood was considered holy. in some it still is. but a majority of people. societies. and communities shun this natural process. some are more comfortable with the pornification of women. the sexualization of women. the violence and degradation of women than this. they cannot be bothered to express their disgust about all that. but will be angered and bothered by this. we menstruate and they see it as dirty. attention seeking. sick. a burden. as if this process is less natural than breathing. as if it is not a bridge between this universe and the last. as if this process is not love. labour. life. selfless and strikingly beautiful.


Photography by Prabh Kaur & Rupi Kaur


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Giulia Frigieri, Italy

Vasco, January 2016, Brazil.

Last winter me and Vasco, who was my boyfriend at the time, spent two months in Trancoso; an incredibly beautiful beach town in Bahia where he’s from. 

I remember it was raining. I remember hearing the mesmerising noise of a thousand heavy rain drops hitting on the roof, on the balcony, even on the grass of the garden. We were lying in bed and I was looking at Vasco.
When I looked down on my rolleiflex, I knew I was witnessing the most truthful moment of our relationship; the sweetest image of love and intimacy was coming up on that square screen and I froze it, so that it could be forever. 

I see the photo as both unique and part of a series of intimate portraits I took in Trancoso, all of them inspired by the true love of young Brazilian couples I met.

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