Last year I left the IVOH World Summit with a sense of hope I hadn't felt since I first dreamed of pursuing a career in photography. It was my first year in attendance, and I entered the conference as a proud member of the IVOH Youth. As I sat on the train chugging away from the Peace Village and entered the dark tunnels of Manhattan I remember feeling a sense of optimism that countered the doomsday prophecies I had learned to believe marked the end of journalism and the media industries.