Robert Capa is often remembered as the greatest war photographer of all time. His photographs of the Spanish Civil War, D-Day in Normandy, and conflicts across Europe and Asia have become part of our collective memory of the 20th century. He lived fast, took risks, and ultimately gave his life while photographing war.

Kiarostami wasn’t just a photographer. He was a poet with a camera, a traveler with sharp eyes, and a man who turned light into truth. His photos danced between humour and heaviness, optimism and critique, beauty and brutality.

For too long, history books made photography sound like a boys’ club. But that was never true. Some of the most daring, poetic, and unforgettable images came from women who refused to wait for permission.

Let’s be honest, at every gallery or photo exhibition, there’s always that person casually name-dropping famous photographers. You nod politely, but inside you’re thinking: “Who on earth are they talking about?” But here’s the danger: admiration can easily turn into worship. And when you worship another photographer, you stop being yourself.

Why look back when the world is rushing forward? Because the past often sees more clearly than the present. The masters of photography may be gone, but their images remain alive and they still have lessons for us. But here’s the danger: admiration can easily turn into worship. And when you worship another photographer, you stop being yourself.