CBD Portrait

I love Johannesburg and all it has to offer. I spent a day walking around in the CBD and saw and experienced the beautiful, the sad, the happy, the stink. I will do it again soon, though this was the first time I truly felt out of place. My whiteness did not blend, it was not always well-received and when it was I was very much aware of how my camera was exploiting their day to day living. I paid a couple to take their portrait, and I gave to them what I could spare out of the bulked baggage of white privilege on my back. I thank them.

"CBD Portrait". 2014. Johannesburg, South Africa.

“CBD Portrait”. 2014. Johannesburg, South Africa. (prints available)

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