The variety of women at feminist gatherings was amazing. There were women in their sixties wearing small white gloves, ten-year-old girls with Women’s Liberation buttons pinned to their sweatshirts, professional women in tweed suits and mothers with a child balanced on their hip. Because I was part of the sisterhood, I could move through groups and point my camera at a friend or a stranger and no one turned away. It was an extraordinary privilege and an exhilarating time for a young photographer.
