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Marisha Camp

I am in love.  Deeply in love. and you’d better get a cup of coffee because I am sharing a bumper crop of photographs today.  Marisha Camp is an amazing portrait photographer, creating full blown operas with her camera. Each photograph has power, has beauty, has pathos and her body of work is so rich that it is hard to know where to begin.
You see this and think it can’t get much better….
and then you see this…

and this….

and then you exhale a little and are flattened by this…
I’ll let Marisha tell you her story:
I grew up in a small town in Connecticut.  I was too sensitive.  I felt everything deeply.  I lived in my head.  One of my grade
school classmates was nicknamed “The Cow.”  When she entered a room, the
room burst into moo’s.  Every day for five years, maybe longer, this poor
girl was profoundly set apart, taunted, tormented… And she stoically endured
it all and simply said “kids can be cruel sometimes” when I asked her how she
survived inside.  I tried my best to
fight for her then, and in some strange
way I have been fighting for her ever since.

In high school, we read Nickled and Dimed, we embraced
multiculturalism, it was all so well meaning, but I’ll never forget the school
assembly where we were told not to wear baseball caps because baseball caps were
for uneducated men named Billy Bob.  As
soon as we could drive, my brother and I hit the road.  We went looking
for Billy Bob.  Billy Bob driving down the turnpike as fast as his
battered car would take him, feeling for a brief moment as though he could fly,
the weight of constant struggle and crushed dreams and hard living miles
below…  Hi ho silvero, deliver me from nowhere…  Years later I still
hadn’t picked up a camera.  I was sitting in an interview for the sort of
dirty, thankless, hopelessly underpaid job that, when you’re lucky, leaves you
with just enough left over at the end of the month for a few hours of reckless
driving with the radio cranked all the way.  The manager asked me what I
wanted to do with my life.  I don’t know where the answer came from, but I told him I wanted to be the Bruce Springsteen of photography. 

I went back to school.  I started to take photographs, photos of people,
photos steeped in the mythology of Billy Bob and “The Cow,” photos of
strangers, photos of so many people who would become close friends…  I am
always drawn to the moments where people are able to escape their realities,
where there is space to transform oneself, a space to dream…  Of all the
things I am grateful for, I am most grateful for the many chances I’ve had to
step into other people’s worlds.  I shoot democratically- I light everyone. 
I try to find the light that shines in everyone I meet.  Most of the time
I succeed.  I still live in my head.  I don’t imagine I’m making
objective documents.  I know that every portrait is, to a degree, a
self-portrait.  I don’t fight it.  I need to believe that deep down,
we are all the same.  

The Beach
I began shooting the portraits that would become “The Beach” during a
long and sweltering August when I was down and out in New York City.  Coney Island saved my spirit. I wandered up
and down the beach every weekend sheepishly asking strangers if I could take
their picture, and I soon found myself fully immersed in the lives of new
friends, immersed in their sorrows and joys instead of my own. 

On Coney Island, I experienced a sort of generosity that defied every prevailing notion of big city life, of merciless competition and soul crushing anonymity.  I was invited onto towels and blankets and offered endless amounts of food and beer. And stories. Wonderfully sad, touching, harrowing, funny, happy, beautiful stories… Four years have passed since then. I still wander up and down the beach each summer. 

 Every year I’m terrified it will all be over soon, that Coney Island’s fading amusement parks will give way to hotels and Disneyfication. Everything I love about Coney Island is threatened by development and ignored in debates about blight and eminent domain. But this is no graveyard for lost dreams- the beach is vibrant and alive. A colorful wonderland on a hazy summer afternoon, Coney Island is as much an escapist’s dream world as it is gritty and urban and real. And now I shoot and shoot and shoot so some little part of its magic can never fade away.

Images from Pagents

The Flying Baby

Henry first flew last summer.

Exhausted and bored on an assignment, photographer Rachel Hulin, Henry’s mother, thought it would be fun to make her baby fly. So Henry flew.

“The photo was sort of magical in an unexpected way and I wanted to make more,” Hulin said. She posted the photograph on Facebook and soon there was a flurry of comments. “Some people like the cute ones, some people like the spooky ones,” she said. “It’s an interesting litmus test.”

Hovering above a bed in a hotel, through a barn and into a shower, the flying baby photographs transcend cute and slip into the surreal. “I felt like the pictures could show the world that babies inhabit that is all their own,” Hulin said.

While she wouldn’t divulge the exact details of how Henry flies, Hulin did admit that it was more subtraction than addition. “I wanted the flights to feel genuine,” she said. “These are places we are really in everyday, it’s not a cut-and-paste job on random interiors and landscapes.”

Speaking to some of the unusual body positions of her flying offspring, Hulin said, “I never throw him, and I never move him into a place in the frame that he wasn’t in to begin with. I like Henry to fly the way he feels like it, I never pose him in a specific way. Sometimes he’s graceful and sometimes he’s a little hunchback. I think telling you more would ruin it.”

She plans on continuing the series with hopes of showcasing the images in a book or exhibition some day. “I do feel compelled to keep making them,” Hulin says. “It’s funny, I already feel nostalgic seeing how little he was in his first flights.”

Rachel Hulin is a photographer based in Providence, Rhode Island. You can see more of her work here.

Patrick Witty is the international picture editor at TIME. Follow him on twitter @patrickwitty.

– Film & Photography: Getting Your Non-Profit’s Message Across

During my latest bout of Stumbling around, I came across a relatively new non-profit organization called The Girl Effect. Their mission is admirable: enabling the powerful social and economic change brought about when girls have the opportunity to participate in their society. Like most groups that support women, I was hooked from square one, but what surprised me about the way the The Girl Effect presented their organization was that their website wasn’t filled with words.

The group’s mission is found within a simple dictionary entry introducing the term “Girl Effect”. There are only three sections on the site: Learn, Change and Share. Thus, there are very few chunks of text to get lost in. Instead, their website is filled with photographs and videos.

You’ll find their message within the introductory video, detailing how change begins with a girl. You’ll also find the scale of how you can help women across the world and you’ll see the stories of several women who have already been helped by the organization. Within the Learn section you’ll meet four women. And each time you navigate through the site you’ll see photographs of more women that have been Effect-ed. The Share section offers supporters the ability to share and network the website itself and also several ways to “fly the Girl Effect” via banners, posters and other graphics.

Is this the wave of the future for non-profits? Will we see more and more groups embracing the internet as a tool and putting their message out by using video and photography? Will the next big thing in social change, or any other field, be the result of an emotionally charged photograph?