AS I GREW UP, bathrooms were my favorite hiding place and the one sanctuary of solitude. In the ladies’ room, I was lecturing myself into some courageous act, rehearsing how to be spontaneous, or just disappearing from visibility ...
In 1978, I was at the Miami Film Festival with my first feature documentary, Joe and Maxi, a film about my relationship with my father. To escape a boring awards dinner in a hotel ballroom, I retreated to the ladies’ room.
Enchanted by the octogenarians adjusting their corsets and false eyelashes, I photographed the camaraderie of their tribal dance. Thus began my photographing in ladies’ rooms, from Australia to Zambia, Bombay to Bosnia, Rio to Tel Aviv.
I began to wonder: what if the world knew about the secrets and trauma that women need to hide? What if they heard about the challenges that women face, but no one will listen to? For many women, a bathroom is their one refuge.