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Sarker Protick – Love Me or Kill Me

Sarker Protick

Love Me or Kill Me


The Bangladeshi film industry based in Dhaka, and so known as “Dhallywood” has been going since 1956. Dhallywood movies have fallen out of favor among the richer classes, who prefer foreign films. The growing influence of Bollywood (Hindi cinema) films in Bangladesh has also had an adverse impact on the local industry. Yet the Dhallywood industry produces around 100 movies a year, and does still enjoy the support of many ordinary moviegoers.



“Love Me or Kill Me” is the title of a Dhallywood film, one that expresses the extreme emotions that define the genre. Love and revenge are the core ingredients of our movies. The stories do not change much: boy meets girl, falls in love, bad guy takes girl away, and hero fights to get her back. There is always similar climax and a happy ending. People love it.

When I was growing up in Dhaka, there was no cable TV except the national channel. Bangla film was for us the height of entertainment. Slowly, other films and TV channels took over. We didn’t think Dhallywood movies were cool anymore; they no longer played a part in my life. In the process of making photographs of Dhaka city I visited a film studio in Bangladesh Film Development Corporation and was captivated by the colors, the light and the atmosphere. The events and details were odd, sometimes bizarre. The costumes are flashy, the sets and effects are cheap, and the colors are daring. There seems little contact with real life but I found it full of life.

This grant will help me to continue the work and get more in depth to the story in the coming years.




Sarker Protick was born in Dhaka, Bangladesh. As a teenager he wanted to be a musician and songwriter, but discovered photography around the age of 24. After finishing his bachelor’s degree, he enrolled at Pathshala South Asian Media Institute to learn photography. Sarker’s photographs have been published in The New York Times, GEO Magazine, The New Yorker, National Geographic, The British Journal of Photography, The Zeit and Wired, among many others.

In 2014, he was named in British Journal Of Photography’s annual “Ones to Watch”. The same year, Sarker was selected for the World Press Photo Joop Swart Masterclass. In 2015, he went on to win a World Press Photo award for his story “What Remains” and selected for PDN’s 30.

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Heading East

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Day 3: Schedules align and its a rare night where as friends we are together, living for the night. And we’re off, heading East. This is @amber_hockeborne for @burndiary. #oakland #adventure #nightlife


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Day: 3 To run across the sand next to a spirit resembling my own, with a heart much younger than mine, remembering what it feels like to be free. This is @amber_hockeborne posting for @burndiary on a day filled with sunshine in San Francisco. #beach #diary #sanfrancisco

Always go

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Day 2: Always go. Climbing a mountain, soaring through the air and swimming together in the sea. These are the days here I live for. When I am asked to go, I always go. Today I was swept away by the adventure. This is @amber_hockeborne and my heart is in San Francisco

Pablo Piovano – The Human Cost of Agrotoxins

Pablo Piovano

The Human Cost of Agrotoxins


The first survey of areas affected by glyphosate spraying in Argentina revealed that 13.4 million people — one third of the country’s population — are affected.

In 2012, 370 million liters (98 US million gallons) of agrotoxins were used over 21 million hectares, which represents 60 percent of the country’s cultivated land area. This meant that in a decade, cancer cases in children increased threefold and malformations in newborn babies went up 400 percent. So far, in spite of the weight of the formal complaints, there has not been any official systematized information.

The turning point occurred in 1996, when the Government approved the commercialization of transgenic soybeans and the use of the herbicide glyphosate. From then on, the arable lands of the country became an experimental field where dozens of scientific studies and medical surveys speak of the sanitary disaster.

Argentina approved the GMO (genetically modified organism) without conducting their own studies, taking as scientific evidence only the works published by the Monsanto Company. The transgenic soybean cultivation was authorized in only three months through an administrative procedure.



This work has been driven by my love and tribute to Mother Nature. A critical view of bad use of knowledge and technology that over time drags the “civilization” into losing memory on our ancient sacred relationship with nature.

Important media enterprises have perversely hidden the outrageous numbers of affected population, and became accomplices of those directly responsible like Monsanto, politicians, important landowners and seed pools.

That is why I decided to work to take evidence on this situation, spending long days by my own, travelling over 6000km on my own 20 years old car, and my camera as my contribution to stop this to continue.




Pablo Piovano was born in Buenos Aires on September 7, 1981. He has been a staff photographer for the Pagina/12 newspaper in Argentina since he was 18 years old.
In 2005 and 2014, he received scholarships from the Garcia Marquez Foundation.
During 2001, he documented the tragic events occurred during the social and political crisis in Argentina, and in 2002, he published the book Episodios Argentinos, Diciembre y Despues.
From 2004 to 2008, he coordinated a photography workshop for children and teenagers at risk at Isla Maciel neighborhood in the City of Buenos Aires.
Since 2006 until the present, Piovano has exhibited every year at the Palais de Glace at the ARGRA (Photojournalists Association of Argentina) Annual Exhibition.
In 2014, he presented an individual exhibition, “Portraits 2004-2014″ at the Documentary Photography Biennale of Tucuman, featuring portraits of many influential figures in the country’s politics and culture.

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Under the hidden moon

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Day 2: My morning is lucid. I stand alone under our hidden moon. A familiar walk with my coffee in hand. Next time you need to find me, look out on western horizon, under the setting moon. I’m @amber_hockeborne posting for @burndiary. This is my love affair with San Francisco.

To live with this sea

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Day 1: To live with this sea is not for the faint of heart. We face weeks when we look to our sky and we are wrapped in fog. Although the sun once called me, I now choose the somber summer days – there is promise of a deeper beauty here. To me a beautiful day is better when earned. This is @amber_hockeborne and this is my love affair with San Francisco.


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Hello everyone! My name is Amber Hockeborne and I am living in San Francisco. This city and its sea stole my heart many years ago and it’s here where my love affair continues – which I will be sharing with you. Thank you all for joining me. Deepest thanks to @davidalanharvey @diegorlando & @burndiary Day 1: Mornings are for the imagination. The ocean here is filled with mystery and the power to draw few toward the horizon, reflecting the first hints of morning light.

Last day

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Hello Everybody, last one I promise but today was such an amazing day on the sea and as the next diary has not started yet, I thought I could share it with you on the Burn Diary… Unfortunetly this will be the last post for sure , I hope you enjoy and thank you again for everything .. To @burndiary from @margauxhelleu xxx

Raffaele Petralla – Mari People, a Pagan Beauty

Raffaele Petralla

Mari People, a Pagan Beauty


There is a population with Finnish ancestors living in a rural area near Joshkar-ola, in the Republic of Mari-El, Russia. They are called Mari, speak a language belonging to the Ugro-Finnic and use a modified version of the Cyrillic alphabet. They settled in this area around the fifth century a.C. The current population is about 600,000 people.
The Mari are the last pagan population of the West. They live in symbiotic relationship with nature, which is celebrated as the basis of their existence. Nature exerts a magical religiosity on people. It is the mother who protects man, beneficial as long as he does not try to destroy it. The cyclical nature of the land merges with the ancient pagan practices. The faith of the Mari worships the gods of the four natural elements.



In the sixteenth century, Christianity was imposed on them by Ivan the Terrible and their territory was annexed to the Russian Empire. However, the religious subjugation was never fully accepted, they in fact retain their beliefs in a significant amount of pre-Christian elements. In the twentieth century, with the rise of the Soviet Union, it was officially forbidden to celebrate rituals and sacrifices. During the Cold War many prominent personalities of the Red Army, fascinated by their magical power, turned in secret to the Mari spiritual guidance looking for answers on the possible outcomes of their military strategies. In the 90’s the economy of the Mari, which was based on agriculture and livestock, entered a crisis with the dissolution of the Soviet Union. Poverty and unemployment led young people to migrate to the big cities in search of a stable future, abandoning their villages and their ancient traditions.
In this journey back to the origins of man, in search of languages and cultures not yet disappeared, i came across this peasant ethic not yet affected by time. Among dances and forests, a pagan beauty emerges from this forgotten people.




Raffaele Petralla (33) is a documentary photographer. He graduated from the School of Roman Photograph with a three-year master in 2007. His research focuses on environmental issues and socio-anthropological. Winner of awards and honorable mentions of international level. His works have been exhibited in several important European galleries and published in many magazines.

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