What was the purpose of this collection? For whom was it intended? Between a desire for beauty and the stimulation of sexual imagination by voyeurism, speculation about motives could only be misleading.

Now working in the field of photography, I soon heard of The Photographers’ Gallery, a new beacon for contemporary photography, and I became a frequent visitor, getting to know first the Director Sue Davies and then Dorothy Bohm, a committed friend to the Gallery.

For some strange reason I felt I had to find out exactly who the model and the photographer were. I consequently bought the image, started doing some research and here is what I found.

I happened to be present last night, at the reading of a paper of Sir John Herschel, upon some new effects lately obtained by the action of light upon prepared papers. Some of the results appeared to me to be very striking, and beautiful, and as they are new, you may not yet have heard of them.

She was part of the process, and we have, in no particular order, John Cowan, Helmut Newton, William Klein, Saul Leiter, Richard Avedon, Guy Bourdin, David Bailey, Norman Parkinson, John French, Bert Stern, Bob Richardson, David Montgomery; the list goes on. It's a hell of a roster, of the Sixties going into the Seventies.

The relationship between László Moholy-Nagy and Erzsi Landau is still surrounded by a certain mystery. Some photo historians say they were simply good friends, while others say their relationship was much more than that, suggesting that Erzsi Landau may have been the one taught Moholy-Nagy the basics of photography.

After a series of poorly received stories, editor Audrey Withers wrote this letter, informing Cecil Beaton that she had had to kill every picture he had taken for the story

“Listen, Blanche. I know there are things you don’t want to talk about, but you’ve known me for a long time and you know that I have no intention to make fun of you. I’d like you to explain something about the attacks you used to have.”

Andy took me to Studio 54 and introduced me to the door staff so I could get in any time I wanted to party. Out of the blue he asked me to marry him, a proposal both of us knew would not lead to anything, although I was pleased to receive his seal of approval.

Known throughout the photography as having "the eye", many would add that he has the gift like no other for getting to the essence of a photograph.

2022 will mark the fortieth anniversary of the establishment of the London Photograph Fair. Its first outing was on Sunday September 12th 1982, and it was held at the Photographers’ Gallery in Newport Street, just off Charing Cross Road.

French’s images pack their punch precisely because of their essential simplicity; but this apparent simplicity was hard won, underpinned by the high technical standards that he set.

Where does photography stand in today’s art museum? And how did it arrive there?

The San Francisco Museum of Art opened its doors on the top floor of the War Memorial Veterans Building in 1935.

McKinley began collecting African studio photography while traveling in West Africa in the early 1990s.

China in the 19th century was not an easy place for foreigners to travel with and use their cameras.

With his name added this image says “I, Moholy, am shaping light with my hands” or “I grasp the light”.

Daniel Wolf was one of those giants in photography who played a major role in the development of our profession.

She made collecting things in various fields her life’s work, and saw it as in some way akin to the rewards of having a family, with each member looked after by being carefully preserved and immaculately annotated in her tiny pencil script.

In the summer of 1898, over 500 citizens of 35 Native American nations gathered in present-day North Omaha to participate in the Indian Congress.

At some point in her modelling career Antonia accepted to sit for photographers and used as she was to unveiling for painters did not think twice before doing the same in front of the camera.

The enigmatic figure photographed among the ruins flickers throughout the texts, like a protagonist in a film, somehow connected to the plot, but never fully developed and seen only in disconnected glimpses.

Du Camp’s sense of disorder and disjunction did leave its traces. One such trail appears intermittently throughout the photographs, a cypher that appears, disappears and reappears.

She studied it, smiled, and remarked, "You’re going to fly it over the Eiffel Tower, yes?" Suppressing a grin, I said, "Maybe."

These picture are subjective, they reflect me, my relationship with the world surrounding me, my vulnerability, my emotions, as well as the people who have collaborated with me.