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Sporadic posting will continue at <a href="http://rossmcdonnell.tumblr.com/">rossmcdonnell.tumblr.com</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com85tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803966615942454157.post-20738044938871528092012-05-02T05:05:00.003-07:002012-05-02T05:05:54.413-07:00Ink<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Moroccans hold court over the mobile charging station outside an abandoned factory building housing around two hundred illegal immigrants from Afghanistan, Sudan, Algeria, Morocco and the Middle East. </div>
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Chaman Ghiyami, Athens Greece.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803966615942454157.post-47251492064391746892012-04-22T04:55:00.004-07:002012-04-22T05:05:18.287-07:00Patras: Refugee Graffitti<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Graffitti in a squat in Patras, Greece, occupied by refugees from Afghanistan depicting a visual poem, an homage to the artist's mother, how he misses her and thanks her for giving him life. </div>
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Patras, Greece. Hussein Mohammad, 22, an Aghan refugee from Karachi during his prayer in a safe house for undocumented migrants. </div>
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His father, threatened with death from the local Taliban commander after their succession to power in Afghanistan fled with his family as refugees to Iran.</span></div><p style="font-style: normal; "></p> <p style="font-style: normal; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Chaman enjoyed a relatively peaceful life in Iran until he was 16 when a car crash almost killed him.</span></p> <p style="font-style: normal; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">He was in a coma for nineteen days and awoke to find his leg smashed to pieces...and that he was blind.</span></p> <p style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">During his miraculous recovery he began to question his faith in Islam and along with some friends formed an organization he called '<i>Searching for Truth</i>' to ask local religious leaders why Sunni persecuted Shia and why Muslims could not live in harmony together. Their line of inquiry, visiting with powerful Iranian clerics such as Sheik Abbas, Sheik Khatimi and the Afghan Mullah Sheik Islami and questioning them on the very foundations of Islamic faith raised questions in the Iranian secret service and Chaman, aged 19, was imprisoned for forty five days in the Damian jail north of Tehran, accused of being a terrorist.</span></p> <p style="font-style: normal; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">On his release Chaman decided that he wanted to seek a better life in Europe and left Iran over the mountainous smuggling routes with other Afghan migrants through Turkey and onwards to Greece. Many of his friends died on the three month trek.</span></p> <p style="font-style: normal; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Chaman has been lucky in Greece, people have befriended him and begun to help him out of the perilous spiral of illegality and poverty that many Afghan refugees face on their arrival to Europe. He has been able to begin getting the medical advice that he needs. Doctors tell him that with new surgical methods there is a chance he could see again.</span></p> <p style="font-style: normal; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">A brave young man with the most positive attitude, his story is as heart-wrenching as it is inspiring.</span></p> <p style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0cm; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">“<i>There is no past and no present</i>” he told me, “<i>only the future</i>”.</span></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com215tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803966615942454157.post-42797831575230195602012-04-16T12:19:00.004-07:002012-04-16T12:24:46.953-07:00Patras: Lost Boys<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWJy6i1C6Yw/T4xxOkFO1AI/AAAAAAAABs0/HLrKjdU4NmY/s1600/IMG_5737.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWJy6i1C6Yw/T4xxOkFO1AI/AAAAAAAABs0/HLrKjdU4NmY/s400/IMG_5737.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732080920753525762" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Patras, Greece. Khasim Latifi, 16, an unaccompanied minor from Paghman near Kabul in Afghanistan busts an impromptu breakdance move in an abandoned industrial facitlity that is home to approximately two hundred illegal refugees from Afghanistan, Sudan and the Middle East. One of thousands of so-called Afghan '<i>Lost Boys</i>', he has been squatting here for 5 months trying to make the journey by sea to Italy and onward to mainland Europe. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He wants to live in Brussels, Belgium where his family members have settled.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803966615942454157.post-37907170146326379102012-04-14T11:00:00.006-07:002012-04-16T12:26:12.467-07:00Patras: Lost Boys<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F2dw4fKlvwY/T4m7l8FphII/AAAAAAAABsk/jSo4yt0Uqvc/s1600/IMG_5340.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F2dw4fKlvwY/T4m7l8FphII/AAAAAAAABsk/jSo4yt0Uqvc/s400/IMG_5340.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731318261265040514" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Patras, Greece. Jawid Mohammadi, 16, an Afghan refugee from Ghazni province lives under a road bridge in the Greek port city. The so called 'Afghan Lost Boys' are mainly Hazara youths disillusioned with persecution from the Taliban in Afghanistan and in their adopted home of Quetta in Pakistan, where target killings against the Hazara are becomming increasingly common. Many have been refugees all their lives and getting to Europe represents a 'chance for a better life' for all of them. It is also their toughest challenge, many have been trapped in Patras for months and some for years trying to cross the sea to mainland Europe.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803966615942454157.post-64476130638285602972012-04-13T23:06:00.002-07:002012-04-16T12:25:22.360-07:00Patras: Refugee Graffitti<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QX3dl25aeYM/T4kUA0N4N0I/AAAAAAAABsY/EJfi1A69oJc/s1600/IMG_5128.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QX3dl25aeYM/T4kUA0N4N0I/AAAAAAAABsY/EJfi1A69oJc/s400/IMG_5128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731134005055076162" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Graffitti in a safe house in Patras, Greece occupied by refugees from Afghanistan waiting to cross to Italy illicitly by sea depicting their journey to a better life and their frustrations of being trapped in Greece.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803966615942454157.post-60351254202026826742012-04-11T11:10:00.008-07:002012-04-16T12:25:55.842-07:00Patras: Refugee Graffitti<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBIiXaP1Rg4/T4XJJeUSf5I/AAAAAAAABqo/X68h7DaatvI/s1600/IMG_4485.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBIiXaP1Rg4/T4XJJeUSf5I/AAAAAAAABqo/X68h7DaatvI/s400/IMG_4485.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730207265492991890" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Graffitti in a safe house in Patras, Greece, occupied by underage refugees from Afghanistan waiting to cross to Italy illicitly by sea, depicts a caricature of the Afghan president Hamid Karzai among various other tags of their hopes and dreams.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803966615942454157.post-68316494047411288282012-04-06T05:29:00.000-07:002012-04-21T07:04:17.357-07:00Domingo. 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Death and violence are a daily front page certainty in Mexico's tabloids. </div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Something that could be considered shocking or inappropriate in other parts of the world is a pre-requisite for the Mexican front page.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">In the West publication of 'explicit' images seem somehow most justified to their readership if the victims are seen to be terrorists. </div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Images of the corpses of Muammar Gaddaffi or of Uday and Qusay Hussein are widely published examples but generally editors of Western papers prefer to stay away from the blood and guts, hooking their readers on the cult of the <i>expose</i> and the grainy CCTV portrait. </div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Perhaps it's a case of the 'T<i>ell All</i>' rather than the 'A<i>ll Told</i>' approach.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">In Mexico City tabloids however, a victim of a car crash can be enough to warrant a full page cover with the headline "MALA SUERTE". In other words it's violence for it's own sake. As opposed to reinforcing a broader moral standard of good versus evil, it seems to be suggesting that life is short and bad luck may lurk anywhere, so beware.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">The only reference to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enrique_Metinides">Nota Roja on Wikipedia</a> is in a biography entry for Metinides. This is unsurprising as for many he remains the '<i>Padrino</i>' of Mexican crime photography...his decades of spectacular images first published in La Prensa paving the way for interest in the subject.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Straw's article, while not delving into the history of this transition into the mainstream does provide answers as to why Mexican true crime reporting emerged as a distinct visual language.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">He cites the time - when snappers like Metinides came of age - as a kind of Belle Epoque for newspaper publishing, a time when graphic boundaries were being pushed in Mexican tabloids.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLcV2LbTmpE/T2oCSNQsPqI/AAAAAAAABnk/W4yxUmnsMWo/s1600/Metropoliciaca.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLcV2LbTmpE/T2oCSNQsPqI/AAAAAAAABnk/W4yxUmnsMWo/s400/Metropoliciaca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722388788348206754" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 172px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">It was an era when the layout and design in publications like Metropoliciaca, Nota Roja, Policia and Prensa Policiaca shaped a new style in how their photo stories were presented to the public, using graphic type faces and paneled images over multiple pages to foreground the sensational photography. Straw states:</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /><i>"The history of the Mexican nota roja, has been interwoven at important points with that of the Mexican comic book, from which crime magazines borrowed a penchant for the telling of stories using sequential photographs.</i>"</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBwf70ThltU/T2kgCxipVpI/AAAAAAAABnE/N5xWxOUScVI/s1600/Rebelburntinthestreetback.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBwf70ThltU/T2kgCxipVpI/AAAAAAAABnE/N5xWxOUScVI/s400/Rebelburntinthestreetback.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722140033581405842" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I came across this Post Card photograph "<i>Rebel burnt in the street</i>" at a Mexico City market however I returned to the question of the beginnings of this genre and wondered what the precedent of true crime photographs in Mexico had been <i>before</i> the time of Metinides and the graphic novel style.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Surely there was a time when the taboo of publishing images of the death and suffering had been broken and the '<i>Policiacas</i>' had crossed over to the mainstream media? I wondered whether these type of picture Post Cards formed the beginning of this culture?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Mexican Revolution was one of the first conflicts to be documented in images from the front lines. Events on the Rio Grande unfolded at the same time as photographers began moving out into the world: eager to capture '<i>life as it is today</i>'...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><i>"Using glass plate cameras and early cut film cameras, primitive by today's standards, the photographers faced injury and death to obtain negatives which would be printed on postcard stock and sold to the soldiers and general public on both sides of the U.S.-Mexican border. Some of the views were obviously posed, and others showed the death and destruction resulting from the violence of a nation involved in a bloody civil war."</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Whether images of this type from sometime in the 1910s were distributed for news value or for shock value is not certain but like the classic era crime images of the 50s or the modern Mexican tabloids, these vintage images do not shy from shock value and retain the kind of sensationalist edge that epitomises the style of La Nota Roja. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Perhaps then, the genre emerged fully formed out of the photographic box? History shows us a combination of factors that made it viable: a public hungry for news and for the first time able to see conflict in images; the idea, indicated above, that some of these images blurred the lines between fact and fiction thus elevating them to a kind of mythical status. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">These are traits that still inform the style of Nota Roja today and why some point to the Revolution and others to Hollywood blockbusters as valid examples of the genre. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Maybe it's the idea of <i>spectacle</i> that best informs what La Nota Roja is and is not...regardless of it's origins.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKOBeoKWndU/T2oJqmToaTI/AAAAAAAABnw/KHoEh_IY6eI/s1600/IMG_0190.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKOBeoKWndU/T2oJqmToaTI/AAAAAAAABnw/KHoEh_IY6eI/s400/IMG_0190.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722396903969679666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T-B8Qub1JIQ/T2ug5fHkCWI/AAAAAAAABoI/hrcQYvxSAxg/s1600/IMG_0177.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T-B8Qub1JIQ/T2ug5fHkCWI/AAAAAAAABoI/hrcQYvxSAxg/s400/IMG_0177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722844660970555746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803966615942454157.post-77727130187289756332012-03-13T15:31:00.001-07:002012-03-13T15:33:36.126-07:00Vulcadora...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hy4TGwz4oRk/T1_LBgX44SI/AAAAAAAABlM/R60yV7LWCv0/s1600/IMG_0890.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hy4TGwz4oRk/T1_LBgX44SI/AAAAAAAABlM/R60yV7LWCv0/s400/IMG_0890.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719513278514258210" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803966615942454157.post-39050928560122560412012-03-02T12:33:00.001-08:002012-03-02T12:33:58.208-08:00Culto A La Sta. Muerte - Tepito<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ximWU-K8e-Y/T1EumzKlVaI/AAAAAAAABjM/RywPIIxwjm8/s1600/IMG_9570b%252Bw.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ximWU-K8e-Y/T1EumzKlVaI/AAAAAAAABjM/RywPIIxwjm8/s400/IMG_9570b%252Bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715400646214374818" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803966615942454157.post-52549936616947413272012-03-02T12:26:00.002-08:002012-03-02T12:29:21.055-08:00Tepito<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fxcw6VUzFAw/T1EtkX5vLsI/AAAAAAAABjA/FPbbpOwUIyw/s1600/IMG_0013.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fxcw6VUzFAw/T1EtkX5vLsI/AAAAAAAABjA/FPbbpOwUIyw/s400/IMG_0013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715399505024593602" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803966615942454157.post-39099229829938346072012-02-29T11:05:00.002-08:002012-02-29T11:06:07.751-08:00Rishikesh<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diPccus0VV8/T053EttKNDI/AAAAAAAABiw/Pnyd2rx3-jg/s1600/rishikeshwedding.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diPccus0VV8/T053EttKNDI/AAAAAAAABiw/Pnyd2rx3-jg/s400/rishikeshwedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714635900051928114" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803966615942454157.post-63255720716133427722012-02-28T12:04:00.001-08:002012-02-28T12:04:41.819-08:00Peshawar<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zYTzOBs1CUk/T00zUflH2-I/AAAAAAAABik/SSM9dQr5dZw/s1600/Peshawar.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zYTzOBs1CUk/T00zUflH2-I/AAAAAAAABik/SSM9dQr5dZw/s400/Peshawar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714279929370631138" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803966615942454157.post-60018602090823867052012-02-27T16:12:00.005-08:002012-02-27T17:14:33.751-08:00Hungry Eye<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdtufN1a_HI/T0wcEKS5HaI/AAAAAAAABiY/iezi4QLqyTk/s1600/HUNGRY-EYE_ISSUE-4-213x300.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdtufN1a_HI/T0wcEKS5HaI/AAAAAAAABiY/iezi4QLqyTk/s400/HUNGRY-EYE_ISSUE-4-213x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713972885034966434" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Issue 4<br /><div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We talk with film director Andrea Arnold about her career and the making of her recent ‘Wuthering Heights’, award winning actor John Hurt about the importance of acting in short films and Montana based photographer Kurt Markus about the importance of documenting the landscape and people that surround you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We also look back at the golden age of cine filmmaking, look forward to the future of filmmaking with the Riot Cinema Collective and find out how the cool aesthetic of the television drama series ‘Wallander’ was created.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Documentary photographer and filmmaker Ross McDonnell tells us about his desire to tell stories with the moving and still image, whilst photographer and filmmaker Richard Dunkley explains why his latest film focuses on the art of traditional black and white printmaking. Whilst Hungry Eye Technical Editor explains how to choose the right camera to shoot and deliver moving image whatever the context it is to be seen in.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All of this plus a look at recent books published featuring the work of legendary photographers Diane Arbus, Patrick Litchfield, Bert Stern and Lamsweerde Matadin, as well as the graphic icon of cinema titles Saul Bass.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And last but not least we catch up on the life of a sometime working pro with the award winning photo journalist Peter Dench and the Dench Diaries.</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803966615942454157.post-49590508009231195232012-02-27T12:57:00.004-08:002012-02-27T13:20:47.571-08:00When a Whale Meets a Dolphin<div><a href="https://store.mcsweeneys.net/t/categories/wholphin"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1UUdr_XLMng/T0vui8ANXWI/AAAAAAAABiI/jBmX9fFxG2M/s400/McSweeneys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713922836239572322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You get a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wholphin">Wholphin</a>. It's also the name of good people at McSweeney's DVD label whose new issue has more great short films than you can shake a stick at.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The newly released 'Wholphin: Issue 15' features a short meditation on La Santa Muerte, shot on my second day ever in Mexico City at the Altar de la Santa Muerte in Tepito and cut by the maestro Carter Gunn. It won't give you nightmares I swear.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The DVD is packed with pedigree and also features films by Sean Durkin (Martha Martha May Marlene), The Love Competition by Brent Hoff and a film by the Duplass brothers featuring the ever smoking Selma Blair who we don't see enough of on our screens anymore. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Get yours <a href="https://store.mcsweeneys.net/t/categories/wholphin">here</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Many thanks to Malcolm for making it happen.</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803966615942454157.post-58566059728068408042012-02-23T14:21:00.008-08:002012-02-23T14:55:11.759-08:00Kamra-e-Faoree<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PTRNbrncUSo/T0a9ickm7dI/AAAAAAAABhc/RLZOkm70C58/s1600/streetcamera1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PTRNbrncUSo/T0a9ickm7dI/AAAAAAAABhc/RLZOkm70C58/s400/streetcamera1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712461576848993746" /></a><div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Well played to <a href="http://lightbox.time.com/2012/02/23/afghan-box-camera/#1">Lightbox</a> for featuring the work of the guys over at <a href="http://www.afghanboxcamera.com/">Afghan Box Camera</a> whose anthropological study of the now disappearing Kamra-e-Faoree is as fun as it is an essential piece of photo history from Afghanistan.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Above is a photo of the actual Kamra-e-Faroee that I bought from <a href="http://www.afghanboxcamera.com/abcp_photographers_rohullah.htm">Rohullah</a> in Kabul and shipped home for $35 courtesy of the US military - despite it weighing some seventy kilos. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wonder now whether the decline in these magic boxes is perhaps as much due to foreign photographers becoming obsessed with their beauty and the otherworldly photos they take, rather than the onslaught of the digital revolution. I wonder also whether I too should feel guilty for my part in stripping Afghanistan of yet another layer of it's unique culture.</div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHcy6F178s0/T0a9PqUUknI/AAAAAAAABhQ/c3Z3_KTPGiA/s1600/QalamNabi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHcy6F178s0/T0a9PqUUknI/AAAAAAAABhQ/c3Z3_KTPGiA/s400/QalamNabi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712461254121263730" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On my first visit to Kabul there were dozens of these street photographers working their trade downtown including Qalam Nabi (above) who is mentioned in the article. When I returned he was one of only a handful left. Here's one of my favorite portraits, taken by Nabi from my days of obsessive spending on Kamra-e-foree pictures...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-To2wfuiE_X8/T0a-lQBr6yI/AAAAAAAABho/1Pl3rYUe1R0/s1600/rossmcdonnellb%252Bw.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-To2wfuiE_X8/T0a-lQBr6yI/AAAAAAAABho/1Pl3rYUe1R0/s400/rossmcdonnellb%252Bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712462724532529954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px; " /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803966615942454157.post-55176094351914475992012-02-22T11:59:00.000-08:002012-02-22T12:44:04.271-08:00Wish I Was Here<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NcW4mhOyLIQ/T0VTcsVu8mI/AAAAAAAABhE/0JoGQnF0cRY/s1600/AfghanistanLandscapes5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NcW4mhOyLIQ/T0VTcsVu8mI/AAAAAAAABhE/0JoGQnF0cRY/s400/AfghanistanLandscapes5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712063454793101922" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8lWEpqfrJqY/T0VSycEm1qI/AAAAAAAABg0/SA4kNDAeJTQ/s1600/AfghanistanLandscapes4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8lWEpqfrJqY/T0VSycEm1qI/AAAAAAAABg0/SA4kNDAeJTQ/s400/AfghanistanLandscapes4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712062728871794338" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-66zdDUB57xI/T0VSyMoswlI/AAAAAAAABgo/Q8hooHwEUNU/s1600/AfghanistanLandscapes6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-66zdDUB57xI/T0VSyMoswlI/AAAAAAAABgo/Q8hooHwEUNU/s400/AfghanistanLandscapes6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712062724728210002" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VG24uhQwJnU/T0VSxyLFM0I/AAAAAAAABgY/aNvtaiusraI/s1600/AfghanistanLandscapes3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VG24uhQwJnU/T0VSxyLFM0I/AAAAAAAABgY/aNvtaiusraI/s400/AfghanistanLandscapes3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712062717624660802" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6CgLShcXmYU/T0VSxVgPhiI/AAAAAAAABgQ/UIFxpZ1b-dA/s1600/AfghanistanLandscapes2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6CgLShcXmYU/T0VSxVgPhiI/AAAAAAAABgQ/UIFxpZ1b-dA/s400/AfghanistanLandscapes2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712062709928789538" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IxVIdtf2yAo/T0VSw4WAmbI/AAAAAAAABgE/0O1WV6NqEDk/s1600/AfghanistanLandscapes1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IxVIdtf2yAo/T0VSw4WAmbI/AAAAAAAABgE/0O1WV6NqEDk/s400/AfghanistanLandscapes1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712062702101240242" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803966615942454157.post-32025912453559849512012-02-20T15:54:00.001-08:002012-03-02T12:32:27.196-08:00Culto A La Sta. Muerte - Tultitlan<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6gVLsreynw/T0UbJuCnVrI/AAAAAAAABfQ/W50oypu-uWY/s1600/IMG_8148.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6gVLsreynw/T0UbJuCnVrI/AAAAAAAABfQ/W50oypu-uWY/s400/IMG_8148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712001556181112498" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MfU0yw4nIzE/T0UbR5_dZ-I/AAAAAAAABfc/8FoliCPU3Lc/s1600/IMG_8050.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MfU0yw4nIzE/T0UbR5_dZ-I/AAAAAAAABfc/8FoliCPU3Lc/s400/IMG_8050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712001696828057570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5X0nv_CmKY/T0LdeWtEEWI/AAAAAAAABe4/gkT0_skX0l8/s1600/Tultitlan.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5X0nv_CmKY/T0LdeWtEEWI/AAAAAAAABe4/gkT0_skX0l8/s400/Tultitlan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711370791019614562" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUc5QQOpp6A/T0UcCYwA3OI/AAAAAAAABf0/ebAtRzSd3W0/s1600/IMG_7999.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUc5QQOpp6A/T0UcCYwA3OI/AAAAAAAABf0/ebAtRzSd3W0/s400/IMG_7999.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712002529718492386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com22