Mechanic shops on Dundas St. West, Toronto. Photo by @kravse for @burndiary
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Mechanic shops on Dundas St. West, Toronto. Photo by @kravse for @burndiary
I’m standing on Toronto’s lakeshore, taking a break from my morning commute. Like many others I bike into work. I’m just lucky enough to have a route that takes me along the waterfront. My name is Jared (@kravse) and I’ll be taking over @burndiary this week.
Old cemetery road. Badlands.Island of Mallorca.Photo by @tomeucoll for @burndiary
Reem Al Faisal
The pilgrimage (Hajj) is an event that takes place every year at the end of the Muslim year (Higra) and is four days long. It is one of the Five pillars of Islam and it is only an obligation to Muslims who have the financial health and physical ability to do it. It is an Abrahamic tradition and it has been performed in Mecca for thousands of years. In the modem day it is done by approximately three million Muslims from all corners of the earth both men and women. About 200 languages are spoken in the Hajj and the pilgrims come from all social levels of society.
The main point of the Hajj is to detach from the material bonds of life and to ask forgiveness for our sins and to try and commit to living a better live free of selfishness and egotistical desires. It is believed that if one performs the Hajj with pure intention that one is reborn after with all past sins forgiven.
Reem Al Faisal is a Native of Jeddah, Saudi Arabia and currently has homes in both Jeddah and Paris.
She graduated from Manarat High School in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, studied Arabic Literature in King Abdul Aziz University in Jeddah, SA, and finally left to pursue a photographic career in Paris, France. She is now an active photographer and journalist.
Mornings start with the barking dogs in Badlands. All these fields used to be a swamp barely 100 years ago, Nowadays still there is something in these lands that still claim for their past. “What is born underwater, remains under water” Mallorca Island. Photo by@tomeucoll for @burndiary
Hello, I’m Tomeu Coll @tomeucoll and I’m going to be taking over @burndiary this week, sharing my days in the island of Mallorca (Spain) working in the forthcoming book Badlands, about a zone in the south that are not related to the milions of visitants that take the island every year.
Join BURNmagazine at Fotografia Europea photo fest in Reggio Emilia, Italy, May 2-4, 2014. Magnum is this years guest of the festival and will be offering masterclasses with Magnum Photographers David Alan Harvey, Abbas, Jonas Bendiksen and Patrick Zachmann.
On Saturday there will a presentation of BURNbooks by David Alan Harvey, Diego Orlando, and Anton Kusters, interviewed by Giulia Zorzi of MiCamera, and an official book signing organized by MiCamera. Come meet us, show your portfolio or just say hello over a nice cold beer. For more events and presentations, please take a look at the program.
To add to all of the excitement, anyone who applied to participate in one of the masterclasses will be up for a chance to be featured on our BurnDiary Instagram feed. We will be announcing a winner shortly. And finally, Burn Magazine will be launching the 2014 Emerging Photographer Fund during the festival. Lots to come. Be on the look out!
Fotografia Europea 2014 hosts Magnum Photos. The Municipality of Reggio Emilia, in collaboration with aBcM, once again presents the HOST project, inviting Magnum Photos to bring its master photographers and a series of activities to the city.
HOST is the section of the festival that includes a partnership with one of the most important international photo agencies, to enrich the opening days with initiatives, meetings, screenings and workshops aimed at a public interested in photography d’auteur, photo journalism and editorial, exhibition and arts activities in general. HOST offers an exclusive opportunity to encounter and discover an internationally renowned agency through a calendar of activities and events in which participants can personally come into contact with some of the leading figures in contemporary photography.
Iman reaches out to catch the black berries her older sister was throwing down for her. Iman (meaning faith in Farsi) is a 9-year-old Iranian Arab girl who lives in the suburb of Shush, in northern khoozestan. Iman suffers from a heart disease but her family is too poor to get her meds, let alone admitting her to hospital for her surgery. Iman’s older sister, Zinat, was forced to quit school to work and take care of her younger siblings. Photo by @kianahayeri instagraming for @burndiaryfrom Iran. #Iran #shush #arab #ajam#thedayibecomeawoman #girls #islam
On a 12-hour bus ride to the south, we make a stop at a roadside restaurant for dinner. Out of 43 passengers, i am one of the 6 ladies on the bus and the only one who is traveling alone. A bit uncomfortable setting… I’ll be spending a few days in Shush, if access and all go well, working on a personal project, “The day i become a woman”. Stay tuned for more updates. This is@kianahayeri instagraming for @burndiary from Iran.#Iran #shush #khoozestan #south
The usual chaos at a junction in Tehran. You gotta develop the skills to deal with the chaotic streets and learn how to cross them and make it to the other side sound and safe, all in one piece. According to a research done by UNICEF and Iran’ ministry of health, every 19 minutes, one person dies on Iran’s roads. Iran has the highest rate of fatal car accidents in the world, twenty times more than the world’s average.
I couldn’t give any other answer to the situation happening in Ukraine except for this one. The feeling that I was missing something very important, which I had since the beginning of the protests in Kiev, made me come and look at the Maidan with my own eyes. This place had a unique quality – being there, you could find what you were looking for. Nationalists, or so called “banderovtsi”, making the coup d’etat attempt, or a new generation of Ukrainians, rose against the lawlessness of the government.
I was born in the USSR. Ukraine became independent when I entered schooling. The Dusk of the ninetieth, the social fall, ended with the “stability” of the two thousandth. The bottom was reached and the “Night” came. The Night mixed the soviet past and uncertain present, the people became socially passive. I started to photograph Night in Kharkiv, in the east Ukraine a few years ago. Photographs I made visually fell out from the context of the time; they left the feeling of something already seen in the past. This apparent repeat of the history showed the present time in a surrealistic way. The research I make by means of photography has a goal – I’m looking for the self-identification, I was looking for my homeland.
At Maidan I found what I was after – hundreds of thousands Ukrainian people looking for the Dawn.
Sergiy Lebedynskyy was born in 1982 in Kharkiv, Ukraine. In 2010 he collaborated Vladyslav Krasnoshok and Vadym Trykoz and founded the photographic group “Shilo”, continuing traditions of the Kharkiv School of Photography (Boris Mikhailov, Evgeny Pavlov, Juri Rupin etc.), known by its bold and critical view on the social processes in ex-USSR. He holds a PhD. in engineering and works as a freelance photographer.
Mahshid share a joyful moment with her boyfriend, hanging out late at night in his apartment in central Tehran. In contrast to most westerner’s perception, it is very common in large cities in Iran for the youth to have relationships outside of marriage. Photo by@kianahayeri instagraming from Iran for @burndiary.#Tehran #Iran #youth
Arman and Soroush on the rooftop. I spent the evening on the rooftop over BBQ and shots of Aragh (Iranian liquor), catching up with friends. Since drinking is banned in Iran (not that it stops anyone from doing so) we’re often forced to hang out at homes and entertain ourselves in a private space. Anything that is forbidden in Iran, takes place behind the closed doors. For more on the dual life of Iranian youth, check out my long-term project “Beyond the Veil” on my website. Photo by@kianahayeri Instagraming for @burndiary this week from Iran. #youth #Iran #Tehran #beyondtheveil#kianahayeri
Estranged in Iceland
I’ve always felt a deep kinship with the character of Cosimo Piovasco in Calvino’s novel, Il Barone Rampante; as a born escapist, my selfish ideal was to find a tree to climb never to descend again. When I moved to Iceland in the midst of its financial crisis, I was eager to make it my tree and live forever in the caressing murmurs of its chill waters. At first it was pure bliss: I’ve never experienced such a perfect elation and fondness for any other place and probably never will.
With the post-crisis tourism boom, a gulf opened up: now that everybody was taking flashy pictures of waterfalls and rainbows over lava fields, I started to feel that the colorless melancholy of opaque windows, eroded boulders and seaweed suited me better. I was still trying to grasp at the essence of a territory whose ineffable nature was being assessed with cynical eye by its own inhabitants willing to sell the paradigm of perfect retreat for the cool and the well-behaved. My Iceland however was not cool and well-behaved; on the contrary, it was hushed, untamed and unapproachable. It defied the reassuring human need for acknowledgment, a need destined to remain a fleeting fragment at the mercy of the tremendous power of the elements and dissolving in forlorn light. The country I was experiencing was totally different from the one local and international media were so desperate to put on display. I started to feel stranded on unreal shores, thus growing more and more alien to my surroundings.
These photos were taken over a long period of time in different locations all over the country, although the majority was shot in the Reykjavik area. They are affectionate and schismatic mementos of an indistinct and tearing longing for a frontier on the verge of disappearing, swallowed by the growing appetites of a nation frantically looking for international attention, devoted to promoting and selling its distinctive features through loud headlines more than to protecting and enshrining them.
Before moving on, I felt the urge to make a posthumous evaluation of my Icelandic experience, to dispel some accumulated commonplaces and reassess my personal view over the strident refuses of the media. More time will have to pass before I can get at a purified and pacified perspective.
“All that remains in the inner recess of the ear is a vague murmur: the sea.” – Italo Calvino, Il Barone Rampante
RS Nisio is a graphic artist, photographer and writer currently based in Lisbon, Portugal. She studied cinema in Rome, before moving on to embrace photography and illustration as her primary vehicles of expression. She worked extensively with different media and for this reason she was able to develop an eclectic style that frequently incorporates digital montage techniques and heavily relies on creative photo editing. While she was living in Iceland, she worked as freelance journalist and concert photographer and published her work under different names in several accredited media, including Iceland’s national broadcaster RUV and MTV. She shares some of her knowledge and thoughts on mobile photography on the blog Appotography.
This photo is from a long time ago when my office at NatGeo became a famous mess. My work space is always a mess. Yet somehow miraculously I have managed to hang on to all my work. Not organized in a linear way but at least still around.See my latest Photo Tip #11 YouTube link on my Instagram profile and on FB. Keep your eye on the prize