Monthly Archive for April, 2014

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Late Night


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

On the Rooftop

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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

My Father


My father. Alan B. Harvey. Farm kid from Moville, Iowa. WWII photo. Always made family first.

Be You

Rossella Nisio – Estranged in Iceland

Rossella Nisio

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.


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A Famous Mess

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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


Screen Shot 2014-04-17 at 9.01.14 AMPhoto by Sam Harris @samharrisphoto tried for a portrait and got a yawn…

Uma at the Washing Line

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Photo by Sam Harris @samharrisphoto Uma at the washing line

‘OK Daddy’…

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Yali… Both my daughters usually don’t like me taking portraits of them, saying things like they’re “not in the mood” or their hair doesn’t look good… So I felt very lucky when Yali standing in the stripped window light said ‘OK Daddy’…

Hello! I’m Sam Harris

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Hello! i’m Sam Harris aka @samharrisphoto. I’m going to be taking over @burndiary this week. I live in Western Australia, in a small town called Balingup. My photography revolves around my two daughters Uma & Yali growing up, and i’ll be sharing images from our daily life here with you. This poor little bird is a Firetail Finch. The Firetails are very much part of our life, we feed them and they love to play in the bird bath in our garden. Uma found this unfortunate one outside, dead. Apparently he flew into the glass window. Photo by Sam Harris @samharrisphoto