I believe it's crucial to be transparent about the nature of these images. They are AI-generated representations, not actual photographs of real individuals. This distinction is important to maintain the integrity of the campaign and respect for the people it aims to support. I've taken great care to ensure that the AI-generated images are culturally sensitive. My goal is to create respectful representations that highlight the humanity and dignity of Afghan women.

I was approached by a young woman from Australia. She asked if I had photos of her mother and grandmother, Kalbelia from Rajasthan, India. She was born from a relationship between the cheerful young woman in this series and an Australian man.

It felt both frightening and fascinating at the same time. I wanted to stay and experience it, but I also wanted to get out as fast as possible. I wanted to capture it photographically, yet I needed to save battery life. I wanted to be, and I wanted to flee.

I was wondering: when you have finished blooming, do you lose your beauty or is that the moment when your real beauty manifests itself?

Raai- of raaigras is economisch voordelig voor landbouwdoeleinden vanwege zijn snelle groei en hoge opbrengst. Echter, de ecologische kosten zijn significant. Het gebruik ervan als monocultuur beperkt de plantendiversiteit, schaadt de bodemgezondheid, vermindert de biodiversiteit van fauna, en draagt bij aan milieuproblemen door chemische inputs. Het streven naar meer diverse graslanden en het integreren van verschillende plantensoorten kan bijdragen aan een gezonder en duurzamer ecosysteem. Gaan we proberen aan de Schoterdijk.

I will be taking part in the exhibition India Smiles: ‘From September 9, the photo exhibition INDIA SMILES by  Oscar van der Voorn can be seen in the GO Gallery. The exhibition is about the photographer’s love for India, about his encounters and adventures in the country he loves so much and has been traveling for decades.’

While adult kestrels are majestic hunters, it is equally intriguing to explore the growth and development of young kestrels as they transition from hatchlings to skilled hunters. I was very lucky to be around with my camera when the young kestrels left the nest. I spent an entire afternoon hiding under the goat hutch on legs, enjoying the first independent flights, their languorous gaze upwards in search of the parents, clumsy movements on fence posts and in trees.

When I returned to the Indian city of Varanasi more than a year later, you laughed loudly at the crazy child you now saw in the photo. Free, cheerful, uninhibited. That disappeared six years later. You were willing to pose to please me, but were ashamed of your younger self.