Posts tagged photography

These images are of Rwandans who have hurt, hacked, killed each other’s loved ones. They’re incredible: “The people who agreed to be photographed are part of a continuing national effort toward reconciliation and worked closely with AMI (Association Modeste et Innocent), a nonprofit organization…These people can’t go anywhere else — they have to make peace…Forgiveness is not born out of some airy-fairy sense of benevolence. It’s more out of a survival instinct.” Yet the practical necessity of reconciliation does not detract from the emotional strength required of these Rwandans to forge it — or to be photographed, for that matter, side by side. For more, click here


MUDAHERANWA: “I burned her house. I attacked her in order to kill her and her children, but God protected them, and they escaped. When I was released from jail, if I saw her, I would run and hide. Then AMI started to provide us with trainings. I decided to ask her for forgiveness. To have good relationships with the person to whom you did evil deeds — we thank God.”

MUKANYANDWI: “I used to hate him. When he came to my house and knelt down before me and asked for forgiveness, I was moved by his sincerity. Now, if I cry for help, he comes to rescue me. When I face any issue, I call him.”


Definitely one of the most powerful photographic projects I’ve laid eyes on. Kudos to Pieter Hugo, whose work this is. 

I adore this man. A peek behind the scenes into JR’s latest work, this time with the NYC ballet.


remixing photos for Fort Wilson Riot’s upcoming album/promo materials 


remixing photos for Fort Wilson Riot’s upcoming album/promo materials 

This is not your brain on drugs. These are your drugs on film negatives. Trippy, dude. 


After working in a Berlin nightclub, artist Sarah Schoenfeld wanted to come up with a way to visualize the effects of recreational drugs. 

In All You Can Feel, Sarah applied mixtures of illegal and legal drugs directly onto film negatives. 

The Effects of Recreational Drugs on Film Negatives

via Colossal

Happy Halloween from my parents, circa early 70s, Buenos Aires, Argentina.

Happy Halloween from my parents, circa early 70s, Buenos Aires, Argentina.

One hot day during our Greek holiday, the family decided it was time to get up off our beach chairs and explore the treasures of Crete.

The 11 of us piled into two cars and found our way to Knossos, a lovely pile of rocks which is described by Wikipedia as “the largest Bronze Age archaeological site on Crete and considered as Europe’s oldest city…The palace of Knossos was undoubtedly the ceremonial and political centre of the Minoan civilization and culture.”


Yay, said we. Stefan, what are you doing?


I convinced many of my family to jump like crazed lottery winners…


…in spite of the fact that it was hotter than the surface of the Sun.


And despite the hordes of tourists swarming around.


The truth is, people don’t care what you do.


Except these men, who seem to care a lot about the possibility of Tor’s dress flying up.

I think the Minotaurs would have appreciated our jumping.

I miss each one of you, my fantastic family.


Many of us don’t know why the recent news of the condemnation of General Rios Montt in Guatemala is such a big deal. He has received a sentence of 80 years for genocide and crimes against humanity (click here to read more), in a sort of Guatemalan Nuremberg trial. The genocide claimed 200 thousand people.

If you wonder what it means for Guatemalans of every age, look where they demanded his trial.

The angel image on the back of the man’s T-shirt is the photograph that came to symbolize the country’s civil war, by a photographer who made it his life’s work not to let his countrymen forget (click link for more of his images).

The man is wearing the shoulder blades of one of the many bodies that were found in mass graves in Guatemala, thanks to the General.

This is what Guatemalans who were lucky enough to find their relatives were left with.

The story of what Guatemala has been through is familiar to our parents, but most of us don’t know it. We should.

Listen to it here, on the incredible radio that is This American Life. I listened to it a few months ago and sobbed through most of it, but I feel and always will feel that we owe it to those who have suffered to hear their story and know it. So please consider giving up one evening of your Mad Men fix and learning something you will never unlearn.

When I travel I have a habit of taking pictures from cars, in cars, and of other cars and the people who drive them. I did so again in Damascus, Syria when I was there in Dec. 2010, thinking that the more I acted like a clueless tourist, the less likely I was to end up in the grip of the Syrian secret police if I happened to take a picture of the wrong thing.

Now I think of the faces whose eyes I looked into, and I wonder where and how they are, and most of all, if they are.

"There is a massive internet photo trend brewing amongst youths in Japan right now that involves taking pictures of teens who appear to be releasing invisible energy that sends their peers flying. The photo mania is especially popular amongst schoolgirls who started the trend by uploading images on Twitter and labeling them as "Makankosappo”, a reference to a special attack in the popular manga-turned-anime Dragon Ball series”.

More here.

I believe in ugliness for the sake of future beauty. I believe that some atrocities demand to be looked at, to be examined, to slap us in the retina with their grim suffering - to be withstood. In the name of awareness, in the name of history, in the name of prevention. And out of respect for those who endured them. I’m not sure what’s worse - seeing other people’s suffering and it’s horrific ugliness, or laying eyes on photographs that render their suffering somehow beautiful.

What I know is that James Nachtwey’s work makes it impossible to say, we didn’t know. This is by far one of the most worthwhile TED talks I’ve ever watched.