I observed this phenomenon during the Cannes Film Festival in 1992 in disbelief. The unequal power relationship between men and women on full display in broad daylight was a microcosm of the wider world. The dominant culture was still clearly deaf to the cries of Feminism.

 

I returned in 1993, a pregnant young mother, determined to turn my lens on the male gaze and reclaim some power.

 

The resulting series captured the predatory photographers before, during and after their hunt. Their brazen sense of entitlement on exhibition marks a time and culture that gave rise to the Weinsteins of the world and eventually the Me Too movement. 

 

Ironically, this pioneering project, a response to my immersion in third wave feminism, was quietly sidelined by a society that couldn’t equate motherhood with a career in documentary photography.

 

I lost all confidence and put this work in the bottom draw for almost 30 years..

 

Looking at it today I see it as a historical document of how things were and a reminder of how far we’ve come.  It demands I shake off the equalities of the past, value my worth and fight to give it the life it deserves.