“I don’t think photographers need to make an effort to stop hiding behind a camera,” pronounces Amalia Navarro.
During a scrolling Facebook session, I’ve stumbled upon a post in one of the many Facebook groups for creatives in London.
A photographer was looking for people to document. Kate Tereshchenko’s project consisted of exploring the concept of time in Londoners’ everyday lives. Since I’ve slowly started to force myself to be more open-minded about some of my set-in-stone feelings and/or beliefs, the idea of being followed and photographed for a day was appealing.
The only photographs you can find of me are usually silly ones or ones where my sunglasses are worn. But with my extensive practising of photography, I was interested in seeing how I’d be perceived and photographed by another photographer.
After spending seven hours of an uneventful Friday with a camera pointed at me, I realised how surprisingly at ease I felt. A sunny London, coffee and hot chocolate must have helped. But questions flooded my mind after those seven hours. What changed? Why was I somewhat uncomfortable in front of the camera? So I wondered, how do photographers portray themselves in this unsettled era?