A celebration of those who choose to exist and identify outside of the binary; who still get he’d and she’d differently throughout the day; who get called-out in bathrooms and eyed suspiciously at the airport; who have invented names for themselves as parents because “Mom” nor “Dad” feels quite right; and who will generally expect that stare from the gender police trying to figure out if they are “a boy or a girl”. It is an homage to the bull-daggers and female husbands before me, and to the young studs, gender queers, and bois who continue to bloom into the present. Meg Allen was born in 1978 in San Francisco, California. Always the watchful observer, she became mesmerized by the amount of emotion shapes, line and texture could convey in everything from people to buildings to landscapes. In 1993, she began to photograph what she saw in order to investigate and document the enigmatic beauty of simple moments. Today she shoots whatever she can get her hands on. The variation allows her to hone her skill and creates a fusion of the regular with the unexpected. For more information or to get in touch with Meg, just visit the link below.
