Faustine Martin – 18h, le soir en été

Faustine Martin – 18h, le soir en été"Le bruit des chaises quon tire doucement. Ou non. Les verres quon pose. Une cuillre dans une tasse. Lodeur du caf. Ton ombre la fentre, subliminale. Toi qui part. Toi qui revient. Le soleil sur ta chair de poule. La mienne. Lorange. Et les orangers. Le bleu de leau. Volutes. Les jours o on attend. Le temps qui court. Un pli sur ma peau. Ses mains sinueuses. Les fleurs sur les arbres et les feuilles qui tombent. Lombre des oiseaux. La fin du jour,

a cultural place dedicated to photography in Brussels

and a repurposed community hall in Ramsgate

A Stranger in my Mother's Kitchen is a book that shares a universal story of loss whilst also celebrating a food legacy

and the custodians of royal swans

landscapes andstill lives function as a matrix for ideas and mirror an inexorablethriving towards contemporary interpretations of life - far away fromdominant accelerated

Intense and yet delicate

a family man failed to return from a meeting with a mysterious stranger

Second edition

Two rules dictated their conduct: each image was to function as a “call” seeking a “response” from the other artist

and newly commissioned texts by Edward Enninful and Ekow Eshun on the importance of authentic diversity behind and in front of the camera

the camera isn’t always necessary

First recorded by the Sanskrit poet Valmiki around 300 BC