Too often, the general vision of poor countries and oppressed peoples is provided by the white male gaze and viewpoint. People - journalists, photographers and tourists - from the US come to Mexico for example, for two weeks. And it is their US-centric version of the world that makes its way into the English-language media... Continue Reading →
In the giant main square of Isfahan, two women eating saffron ice-cream came up to myself and a friend and asked us where we're from. We replied, and with huge smiles they said "Welcome to Iran!" then walked off. Over the next week this sort of thing happened frequently, and sometimes extended into questions about... Continue Reading →
...or just photographing life. Lori L. Simpson describes herself as a "writer, artist, proud Texas native and human being- who happens to have disabilities". For now, Simpson is living in an assisted living centre.
With 60% of Mexicans working informally, often selling all sorts of cheap goods in the streets and on public transport, and neoliberalism tightly gripping the country, culture can play an important role in countering the overwhelming consumerism. I took these photos at Mexico's annual alebrije parade yesterday: 200 unique and wonderful monster-things wove their way... Continue Reading →
Marcus' photos of destruction wrought by right wing violence in Venezuela 2014, of the rain-soaked and bright-eyed supporters at Chavez's last election rally in 2013, of the kids of the alternative school, are beautiful because they defy the media stereotypes of what these moments, events, and experiences are like. The kids are empowered, rather than receivers... Continue Reading →
A child saw death as something to be put up with, and not as something that came in old age, because most of her brothers had been killed. Likewise, some people fear death, some believe in some sort of afterlife, and others don't. For some in this world, death is normalised and funerals are weekly things.... Continue Reading →