Reality was never the point. What we actually crave is credibility — the illusion that the world can still be known if we frame it just right.
Photography was born not in studios of painters but in laboratories. The medium’s first practitioners were chemists, astronomers, inventors, and entrepreneurs, tinkering with glass plates and light-sensitive chemicals.
Mary Ellen Mark became the cartographer of intimacy within instability. Her photographs are less dispatches than allegories, balancing technical precision with an unflinching moral gaze.