Fascinated by the legendary festival of the Burning Man, the Paris-based colorblind photographer Victor Habchy crowfunded his travel to Arizona to bring us back memories captured in time, of this eerie and fascinating gathering. Each year, for a single week, thousands of free-minded people and curious persons from all over the planet build from scratch an entire town in the Black Rock desert, a white land burnt by sun and softened by sand. They create gigantic wood installations, whimsical sculptures, wear costumes and accessories borrowed from circus, childhood and dreams or just express their philosophy with nudity and free love. At the end of the week, their creations are symbolically burned. Victor Habchy joined the hippy-like community this year, sleeping under a tent, without electricity or water and experiencing the harsh weather conditions. But the result of his stay is a breathtaking series of photographs that seem out of this world, and perfectly capture the magic soul of the festival.
“Where are they burning the bodies?” My driver yells out the car window to a young boy balancing a basket full of rags and tattered clothes on his head. It’s questions like this that seem to be the norm here in Liberia. Since March, an outbreak of Ebola has swept through the country killing over 1,200 people (as of September 2014). On August 27, 2014 I boarded Delta airlines flight 2608 for my first international assignment for The Wall Street Journal. After four layovers, I arrived at the airport in Liberia.The plane came to a rough landing…. keep reading on Kieran Kesner’s website.
At the age of 16, I started to explore various areas around where I lived and quickly grew to love what I would find on explorations, whether it was through nature or abandoned structures. I shortly after began to capture the world around me, the things I see and how I see them. I wanted to share with people these beautiful places as well as I can, and through a lens was how I could shape these visions. On the side of everything else I have loved to photograph, around the age of 16 I became intrigued with urban exploration upon the discovery of an abandoned farm house in the city of Kirtland, OH. My mother, step father and myself were on our way to my sisters house when I had spotted it and asked if we could pull into the drive way to check it out. The way the roof was caved in, covered in bright moss attracted my attention. It was beautiful. We pulled into the drive and walked from our car up to the entrance of this falling structure…
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“For some people, if you’re religious, you’re ugly,” says Federica Valabrega, an Italian photographer who for the past four years has been documenting Jewish women across the world. Her fascination with these “Daughters of the King,” as she calls them, comes from her own religious background. “My mother isn’t Jewish, but my dad is and so is his mother and all of his family. When I was born in Rome, the chief rabbi back in 1983 accepted to convert [to Judaism] kids from mixed [religious] marriages, so my sisters and I did it.” Read the full story here or visit Federica Valabrega website.
Chernobyl is one of the most interesting and dangerous places I’ve been. The nuclear disaster, which happened in 1986 (the year after I was born), had an effect on so many people, including my family when we lived in Italy. The nuclear dust clouds swept westward towards us. The Italian police went round and threw away all the local produce and my mother rushed out to purchase as much tinned milk as possible to feed me, her infant son. It caused so much distress hundreds of miles away, so I can’t imagine how terrifying it would have been for the hundreds of thousands of Ukrainian citizens who were forced to evacuate. During my stay, I met so many amazing people, one of whom was my guide Yevgen, also known as a ‘Stalker’. We spent the week together exploring Chernobyl and the nearby abandoned city of Pripyat. There was something serene, yet highly disturbing about this place. Time has stood still and there are memories of past happenings floating around us.
Armed with a camera and a dosimeter geiger counter I explored… Danny Cooke
Spanish photographer Rafael Fabrés has been following law enforcement around Rio in preparation for the Rio de Janiero 2016 Olympics, capturing their efforts to clean up the city. The operation takes place in three parts: first the military comes into the favelas and rids them of gun carrying traffickers who operate in the open, then riot police stay in the area for a week while a local police force is established. With one fifth of the population living in slums or favelas, and these favelas often being controlled by gangs and drug traffickers, it seems that the drug trade in Brazil is a problem with no answer.
Harold Feinstein was born in Coney Island in 1931. With the street as his backdrop and the public as his muse, Feinstein began shooting photos at just fifteen and has amassed an epochal body of work over the following seven decades that tells the story of this curious part of the world. Feinstein’s photographs, which span six decades, capture the magic of Coney Island. “It is America’s playground for the working class–classic Americana exuding the spirit of generosity and common humanity that is the best of the American spirit,” he said.