20/05/2026
I often get asked what it was like moving through checkpoints in a war zone as a young photographer travelling on my own.
The truth is that it could be intimidating, frustrating and at times terrifying.
When I first visited Iraq at the start of my career I was young, very inexperienced and not on assignment for a publication.
I was shooting on spec, hoping I would be able to place the work as I went along.
This made things harder, because I did not have the official backing that would have verified me to military personnel at checkpoints.
I was a British photojournalist travelling in local taxis, having to explain why I was there and what I was doing.
Sometimes the soldiers were welcoming.
Sometimes they were suspicious.
Sometimes they were both.
I had to pass through checkpoints where all my equipment was unpacked, examined, x-rayed and questioned. This was the system and the soldiers manning it had the power.
What got me through those moments was conviction.
I knew that the work mattered. I knew that I was not there to photograph war as a spectacle, I was there to tell the stories of the people impacted by it.
When you really believe in what you are doing, this belief cuts through - it helps you hold your ground.
What stayed with me most, though, was not what I was subject to - it was watching Iraqi women and children being held with the same suspicion and scrutiny while simply going about their daily life.
War is not only about the front line. It is also about power, fear and humiliation in the smallest of everyday moments.