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isabella stahl – left behind

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Isabella Stahl

Left Behind

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When I grew up I despised my village. I felt trapped by the dull normality, the narrow-minded people and the lack of amusements. I was depressed, bored and anxious to get out. Several years have passed and I’m now living in one of the largest cities in the world. Despite satisfying my adolescent desire to escape, I feel a longing to return to the place I so badly wanted to leave behind. When I’m far away and distanced from my past, I can value what I’m no longer part of. I return, and I see what before was hidden in the dark shadows of my youth. I admire the beauty of the landscape, the calm, the romantic light and the endless bright summer nights. But there are two sides of my present experience. The sound of the river’s flowing stream or the birds singing will never drown out the endlessly thoughts spinning in my head. I am still lost. I walk my old paths as I’m searching for answers for the scars in a childhood that formed who I am today. I photograph my brother growing up and my father who never will. I photograph the people that still live here and the animals I’ve always felt more close to. I use photography to help understand my surroundings and myself. “Left Behind” is a story about Sweden from my perspective today.

 

Bio

Isabella Stahl was born in northern Sweden in 1984 and now lives and works in New York City. She studied at one of Sweden’s most prestigious schools for photography at the island “Gotland,” and moved to New York in 2012 to continue her studies at the International Center of Photography. She graduated in 2013 and is now working on her own long-term photographic art projects. She has received the Helge Ax:son Johnson grant two years in a row, 2012 and 2013, and exhibited at galleries such as Visby Art Museum, Photoville and Greenpoint Gallery. She is represented by Kasher|Potamkin Gallery in Chelsea, New York.

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Happy Birthday Paul


Speaking of Paul and Birthdays… Happy Birthday to my dear husband Paul Basile! He is thousands of miles away in Alaska today. Luckily I have this little friend to help me celebrate in South Sudan. Photo by Katie Basile @basilekatie for @burndiary

Old Fangak


Hello @burndiary followers. I am @basilekatie and this week I am posting from Old Fangak in South Sudan. Old Fangak is a town occupied by people from the Nuer tribe. Thousands of people from the Nuer tribe have been murdered at the hands of soldiers over the past 14-months.Though it is landlocked, Old Fangak is only accessible by boat and plane which makes it a relatively secure place for those whom had to flee. There are now an estimated 25,000 displaced people living in Old Fangak.Follow along to see and read the stories of the survivors and internally displaced.Here is Paul. He was born two-days-ago in a round mud house, or tukel, which his family borrowed from relatives after fleeing their home in Phom when soldiers attacked.

igor posner – cargo

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Igor Posner

Cargo

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Whether anyone is watching or not, migration is a lingering leap into the void. Collision of social with personal, empathy with intellection, this experience is often not misunderstood, it is rather unrecognized – as languages we’ve vaguely heard at some point in our lives, or weather and distances expressed in unaccustomed units of measure that can be assimilated, yet only half-rhymed.
Defining a photographic project in a few concise words is as difficult of a task as editing the project and shaping it into something of meaning and consequence. It is nonetheless important at some point to give the project some form to help shape its further direction and needs.
Primary intent of this project, titled Cargo, is to explore the theme of migration, its social, psychological, and immemorial nature from the standpoint of personal experience of being an immigrant, which is often comprised of the eluded synthesis of immemorial and recollected, that goes beyond describing community of immigrants, or enumerating its picturesque or depressing features and analyzing for which reasons community or people that moved there from one place are comfortable. It is, instead, a visual portrait of a community of memory and image.
The project is constructed in the form of short, often fragmented stories mapping the experience and exploring its various themes: language and culture and their adaptation, interaction of history and fiction, generational relationships, poetics of space, desire to find some lost incarnation of what was once familiar, and more.
Cargo’s stories and characters are based in communities of immigrants from Russia and former Soviet Union, which represent the author’s background. The stories, however, are not limited or intended to represent only one single community experience. It seeks to paint a broader picture of the immigrant common experiences.

 

Bio

Born in St. Petersburg (Leningrad). Igor moved to California in the early 90s. He studied biology at the University of California Los Angeles, where he first started to take pictures and experiment in the darkroom.
Initial infatuation with picture taking led Igor to explore the silent and haunting experience of photographing the streets and shelter-hotels of Skid Row area in Los Angeles and brothels in Tijuana. The first series of images “No Such Records” savors the strange solitude of the enigmatic region between California and Mexico; amid the streets, bars, night shelter hotels, and disappearing night figures.
After 14 years, Igor returned to St. Petersburg in 2006, taking up photography full time, which led to a book project “Second Thoughts”.
At present, Igor is based in New York and working on a long term project exploring migration and gradual disappearance of neighborhoods based on Russian immigrant community in North America.
He joined Prospekt agency in 2011.

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Moullie Point


This is my final post on @burndiary this time round.A woman waits for her family of runners in the cool Atlantic fog in Moullie Point.Singing out, Barry Christianson @thesestreetsza #shootingcapetown #fog

Urban Lounge


Urban lounge/public toilet. I’m not sure which of the signs to believe.Photograph by Barry Christianson @thesestreetsza #shootingcapetown #seapoint #southafrica

Kayak


A woman waits while her kayak is prepared.Photograph by Barry Christianson @thesestreetsza #shootingcapetown #shootingsouthafrica #fog

Roxy’s


To me Roxy’s feels like a bit of OBS that made its way into the cbd. To others it feels more like a Hungarian grime bar. Either way I love it and the beer (Carling black label) is cheap.Photograph by Barry Christianson @thesestreetsza #shootingcapetown #shootingsouthafrica #roxys #monochrome #bnw #blackandwhite

The 99er


Cyclists and supporters walking to the start line of the 99er. Photograph by Barry Christianson @thesestreetsza #shootingcapetown #shootingsouthafrica #durbanville #capetown #southafrica

Hello Sailor


Hello sailor.  Photograph by Barry Christianson @thesestreetsza #shootingcapetown #shootingsouthafrica #monochrome #bnw #blackandwhite

Raza


Raza, from Pakistan, has a chicken tikka stall on Rose Street in Bo-Kaap. Its been there for 15 years, he’s only been there for 5 though.When I lived one street up, 3 years ago, I would often buy takeaways from them.The visible gentrification in Bo-Kaap seems to have started with Haas. Now Atlas Trading will move because the owner of their building on s selling. It seems like its only a matter of time before Rose Street in its entirety gets “cleaned up”. Photograph by Barry Christianson @thesestreetsza #shootingcapetown #shootingsouthafrica #bokaap #chickentikka

robert larson – the summer of our lives

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Robert Larson

The Summer of our Lives

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“Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.”
– Gloria Naylor

They say that friends are the family you choose, and I believe this to be true. I have been lucky, having shared with my little family of friends ten summers running. A few years back, one of my fondest friends started an inside joke that has perpetuated itself every year. Funke – while extremely intoxicated – declared at the top of his lungs that this would be “the summer of our lives”. We laughed, but held the sentiment close to our hearts. We pinned our hopes on having unforgettable summers together, each better than the last.

And so the record spins. Every year we sing the same chorus: “This is going to be the summer of our lives.” We did our best to live it up, having taken vacations and experienced new places together, much of which I have had the good fortune to document on film. But it seems that things have now begun to change. Against our better judgement, we are becoming full blown adults. We’ve paired off, jobs turned into careers, we grew up. Alas, maturity rears its ugly head!

House parties have gradually transitioned into more meaningful events. In the last year, we’ve attended two weddings, one of which was my own. And by the end of this summer, we’ll get piss drunk and bruised up twice more at going away parties for two of our closest companions, including Funke himself. The time has come, it seems, to say goodbye…

This essay is simply entitled “The Summer of Our Lives”. The photographs it contains are very personal images of my friends, my compatriots, my partners in crime… my family. It illustrates those trips and parties, our intimacies and attractions to one another. This is my farewell to the old times and my tribute to our finest attempts at the best summers ever.

 

Bio

Raised in Los Angeles, California; Robert Larson began working as a small town newspaper photographer in 2007 while learning his craft and thinking about a future as a documentary photographer. In subsequent years, he traveled the world, volunteering abroad with non-profit organizations such as Mercy Ships, The Red Cross and J/P HRO. It wasn’t until after documenting the death of his grandfather in 2009, that he decided to focus on personal photographic essays and story telling – rather than single images. Robert is represented by Getty Images; his work has been featured in The New York Times, Photo District News, Los Angeles Times and Lenscratch.com.

Robert lives in Atwater Village with his wife and two dogs.

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lee sungsoo – let me be

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Lee Sungsoo

Let Me Be

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When I fleetingly saw a picture of the Larung Gar monastery, I felt compelled to know more about the place. It quickly became a place I yearned to go to, especially because I felt a connection to them. After all, my homeland Korea had been under Japan?s rule before. Further research told me that the place was still being observed by the Chinese government, and that I might not be able to get into the monastery even if I went to Tibet. However, I had to go there to see the lives of these people, no matter what.

Living at an altitude of 13,000 feet, the people of the Larung Gar buddhist monastery of Tibet Autonomous ( Sertha , Kham , China) have a simple way of living. Religion is the center of their lives, and monks and nuns devote 15 years entirely into their religious education. As much as religion is important to Tibetans, this monastery up in the clouds is considered sacred. However, though it is religious, it is turning into a secretive, political symbol because of the dispute between China and Tibet. 13,000 feet above, here is truly a place that demonstrates the devotion and determination of the Tibetans.

 

Bio

I have never received an education about photography, nor have I worked at a photography-related job. As I majored in statistics, worked with cloth, and worked as a chef at a cake company, I could not let go of my passion for photography. I decided that I would live the life of a professional photographer while I was in India (April 2013), taking pictures, and started living my dream once I moved into the US (July 2013). For my first project, I visited Tibet.

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Woman at Atlas Spices


A woman pays for goods at Atlas Spices in Bo-kaap.Atlas Spices have been on their premises for 70 years. The building owner gas decided to sell so they will be moving soon.A wave of gentrification has hit Bo-Kaap. Property prices rise, owners sell, slowly the character of the place is eroded.Photograph by Barry Christianson @thesestreets #thesestreetsza #shootingcapetown #shootingsouthafrica #atlasspices #bokaap

Prince


Prince, one of the brilliant Batista’s at Cape Town’s best coffee bar, pours a perfect and much needed americano.Photograph by Barry Christianson #thesestreetsza @thesestreetsza#shootingcapetown #shootingsouthafrica #coffee

Mshanga Carwash


Mshanga Carwash and Valet. I see this everyday on my ride to work. My office is at the Woodstock Exchange, 2 blocks down and a work apart.Gentrification is a thing.Photograph by Barry Christianson @thesestreetsza#shootingcapetown #shootingsouthafrica #graffiti #woodstock

Northwesterly Wind


Its unusual for the Northwesterly wind to blow as often this early in the year. It brought some fog to Sea Point and clean waves to Muizenberg today.Photograph by Barry Christianson @thesestreetsza #moulliepoint #capetown #southafrica #fog #scooter #shootingcapetown #shootingsouthafrica