A Parlour Post I keep returning to this portrait. A woman seated in a wicker wheelchair, crutches resting across her lap, her hat trimmed with flowers, her posture composed. She looks straight into the camera with a steadiness that feels familiar. I imagine her life in the Victorian or Edwardian years, a time when disability…
Growing up in Britain in the 1980s and ’90s, being left-handed wasn’t always embraced. In classrooms across the country, children were often gently (or not-so-gently) nudged towards switching hands — to write “properly,” to hold cutlery “correctly,” or to fit into a system that didn’t quite fit them. The Subtle Pressures We Remember These weren’t…
Reflections on handedness, grip, and the quiet rebellion of adapting tools and spaces. Being left-handed isn’t just about which hand holds the pen—it’s a daily exercise in adaptation. From the moment you pick up a pair of scissors clearly designed for someone else, you learn to negotiate with a world built for right-handed norms. Early…