![]() I took bolts of fabric – 200 metres of Indian cotton and rope – up to the roof, some 18 storeys higher up. From the inside, we had to cut through padlocks to gain access via a small window to the inner balcony. They gave me permission to shoot there but it was a huge task. New owners are today trying to restore it. She said to me: 'Do you mind if we call the image The Kingdom?' Several storeys of rubbish accumulated in the belly of the building. But in this deeply fractured country, the area surrounding the tower became impoverished and crime levels soared. It was built for the elite: wealthy individuals who wanted incredible views of the city. It’s a very unusual building, and not just because of the architecture. I hunted through Google Maps and eventually found a giant tower called Ponte City in the Hillbrow neighbourhood of Johannesburg, South Africa. I started thinking about how to build the shot. The dress represented her career, her relationships, everything she felt was going well – and everything she felt had been ripped away from her. “I feel like I’m always going to be standing at the edge of the abyss with a broken dress,” she said. The woman in this photo had a strikingly different image, one whose power I felt immediately. One described a red convertible classic car. But some people talked about being in a cage surrounded by lions. Mine, for example, was an image of broken wings. ![]() ![]() Naively, I assumed everyone I interviewed would have a similar image they associated with their rape. ![]()
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