Monthly Archive for July, 2014

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Wrrrooooom!!! The art of travel @rrrudya posting from the #autobahn #Berlin-#Hamburg for the #Burndiary Plans changed and I spontaneously decided to go to the beautiful city of Hamburg for the weekend. And look how lucky I am – late-life-crisis-manhood-substitute-chick-pick-up automobile happened to drive 70 km/h just next to our modest #Mercedes. Jokes aside – I love #traveling. One of the most important things I’ve learned from my dad, who unfortunately passed away 8 years ago, but still is my biggest #influence and #inspiration – things come and go, but your experiences will stay with you forever. Even when we didn’t have much money, he still tried to show me the world, taking me with him to environment-protection-from-the influence-of-ionizing-radiation conferences around Europe ( yes, he was a #nuclear physicist and yes he worked in #Chernobyl, where we also lived back in 1986). He was also a passionate photographer and I bet he would be active on Instagram if he was still alive. We traveled a lot together, but one last trip we planned long ago I had to make on my own this March. 18 years ago he went to #GrandCanyon with his friend Gregg. They took a video camera and filmed their trip. There is a take of him climbing over a fence at the canyon. He stood there on the edge of the cliff, fearlessly facing the emptiness before him. Then he turned to the camera and said “Alina, one day we will come here together”. We never did. This year, I finally visited Gregg in #LasVegas. We took his #corvette and drove all the way to the #GrandCanyon. I climed over the fence and stood on that cliff for a while. Then we went to a local bar and raised our glasses to the memory of a great man – my father Constantine. #inmemoriam #family #travel #onlyingermany #whatisthiscar

Dreaming is what keeps my life meaningful.

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Never stop @rrrudya reporting from #Berlin for the #Burndiary. I still remember the feeling when I was leaving Berlin in 2007 after a year spent there without knowing if I will ever come back. After the plane took off, I looked out of the window and as we were flying away I could see Berlin’s famous TV-tower shining in the light of the setting sun. I cried. For two years I wasn’t living – I was waiting to come back. It is a very exhausting feeling – to wait for your real life to start. I got my MA in journalism meanwhile, but I also knew that I only have one life to live and I don’t want to spend it adjusting to the circumstances only to get a mid-life crisis at the age of 30. When I was accepted to a #photography program and finally got my visa, I was the happiest person on Earth. For the first couple of hours. Then I understood, that it is not the accomplishments, which satisfy me, but the feeling of having a GOAL. My grandpa, who grew up during the war, once told me, that his goal at the time was to eat enough bread. He grew up, studied really hard and got an ingeneering degree from the best technical university in Kiev. Then, at the age of 28 he fulfilled his childhoods dream – he had enough bread to eat. He was very proud of accomplishing his goal, but he stopped dreaming. He is still alive now, aged 85 and he is a great man, who lived a life full of hard work and tragic losses (he outlived both of his sons- my uncle and my father), but he never tried harder than he did back in the 50s, when he was a hungry 20-something young man from a small village with one pair of shoes and no money. As for me – I cannot stop dreaming. As soon as I get what I want, I set a new goal and then a new one and this is how it will be till my last day. Dreaming is what keeps my life meaningful. Working for my dreams is what makes me ME. Never stop #lifegoal #inspiration #symbolic #thattoweragain #fernsehturm

Chloe Meunier – London Portraits

Chloe Meunier

London Portraits


These series of portraits were taken in London, the city where I used to live. This city was my home for only a few years. For the first couple of months I was there, I started to take portraits in the street with the person’s consent. People were not adverse to having their image captured. Then I started to meet some people who would let me come into their homes where we would take their portrait. Through photography I have met many people. Each of them helped me to understand a bit more of the transcultural occurence taking place within London. Even though this area attracts people from all over the world, my interest stayed concentrated on people belonging to diasporas that share a past and history with the United Kingdom: Irish, Caribbean, Nigerian and British.





Chloé Meunier is a photographer who comes from the French countryside close to the Belgian border. She studied photography in Brussels and is currently living in London where she works in the events industries in both London and Paris.

Her main area of expertise is documentaries. “I am passionate and fascinated by people; their way of life, their stories, their difficulties, their historic relationships, as well as their society and its perpetual changes,” Chloé says.

“Showing their everyday life is a way for me to try and create an understanding and a connection between them and the people who will see their stories. I also apply this concept to other areas of my photography.”

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Chloé Meunier



Daniel Eliseu, 6, tees up for the “target practice” with his father as the coach/target. Little Daniel is from the nearby community Babilônia.



Football party in Santa Teresa



Water rescue lifeguards do their daily training. The super good surfing waves are also potentially treacherous for inexperienced swimmers. Ending today my two weeks of shooting for upcoming BEACH GAMES zine.



Antonio Chaves, 92 , comes to the beach daily to get 20 minutes of sun.



A chilly 72 degrees F keeps locals off Ipanema, yet the beach is packed with victorious Germans who figure this a warm beach day. 


BEACH GAMES  by David Alan Harvey

For sure I get wound up and totally immersed in every story I work on, yet most especially work that I do in Rio and Latin America in general. Never before have I returned to the same “stage” to do a second book. Normally I move on. Yet after my book (based on a true story) which evolved right in front of this audience, now comes book number two which will be totally different from book number one.  Or at least I am trying to make a book. I feel a book. Yet it could fail. Or, it could be a whole new thing. Time will tell.

I always gamble a bit. Take chances. The so called “safe way” never appeals.

So, in January I started working here in Rio on a new essay, BEACH GAMES, and am continuing it now as part of OffsideBrazil, a Magnum project sponsored by Save the DreamInstituto Moreira Salles, and ESPN. Neither my BEACH GAMES book efforts nor the Magnum group project involve sports style shots from the games in the stadiums, but are more about the feeling and life around the official games which as we all know by now are quite controversial from a social/political perspective.

Yet I am working towards symbols and feel no need to answer every question nor tell every aspect of “the story”. Really good stories are “stories” and not encyclopaedic. I am never interested in the  hypothetical “whole story”. When I think of literary authors, they never tell the whole story. Just their own.

Since this week is the final episode for the World Cup, I will be updating the pictures here in real time as I make them.




Life returns to “normal” in Rio after the World Cup finals. Quiet. Hanging out at one of the beachside kiosks for a coconut water or caipirinhas is always on the agenda.



German and Brazilian soccer fans were united on Leme beach yesterday for the World Cup final.



Winter swell Copacabana



Spectator hangs on a chain link fence watching an indoor football game in Morro dos Prazeres, in Rio de Janeiro



Seller on the beach in Leme 



My dear friend and producer in Rio, Roberta Tavares, sobs after Brazil had 5 goals scored against them in the first half of their World Cup game with Germany.  “I am embarrassed and humiliated by this game. Football is the one thing that puts all the Brazilians together. For this to happen on our soil will be a game my grandchildren will be talking about”



TV is how most people see the World Cup,  even if the stadium where the game is being played is only a few miles away.



Group of friends before the Brazil x Germany game, in Lapa.



Boogie boards riders on Leme beach. Surf had been green and glassy perfect waves at this point break for the last few days.



Roberta in Leme


Quiet day in Leme beach, during the World Cup

Quiet day on Leme beach during the World Cup



Passionate Brazil fans at the end of the game after beating Colombia 2-1 in the World Cup series. 



The often feared BOPE (Special Ops Military Police) take time out from patrol for a fast pelada (casual fun only) beach game.



Ipanema beach



Everybody (well almost everybody) is ecstatic after Brazil beat Colombia last night in the quarter finals of the World Cup.



Brazil soccer fans have a combative fervor beyond anything I have seen.  Here seen taunting arch rival Argentinian supporters.



Bianca Leticia Vale, 18, is a theater student/ patient at the hospital Nise da Silveira. Theater as a therapy is the mantra for their troupe.


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<p>Photo by: David Alan Harvey

Weightlifter. Rio de Janeiro.



BRAZIL. Rio de Janeiro July, 10, 2014. Perhaps the most allegoric part of BEACH GAMES is of course all about “love games”.

A Beautifully Boring District

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Berlin-Charlottengrad Alina Rudya aka @rrrudyareporting from the streets of #Berlin for the #Burndiary Today I went to the library in #Charlottenburg, upscale neighborhood in the West, nicknamed #Charlottengrad for the amount of Russian immigrants living there. It is a beautifully boring district with pretty old houses, fancy and chic #Kurfürstendamm, a castle, expensive restaurants and almost absent night-life. If you are a young person who moved to Berlin, because you’ve heard oh-so-much about how cool Berlin is, most definitely you will never set your foot in Charlottenburg. I wanted to give you a glimpse of some local luxury or at least a snapshot of a drunk bear playing a #balalaika while drinking #vodka, but got this absolutelly #EdwardHopper lit shot of a woman striding down the Fasanenstrasse #red #americanrealism #streetphotography

football match

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@rrrudya is reporting from the crazy glorious for Germany football match viewing in #Berlin for the Burn diary. Honestly, I won’t write you a ling story here. You can see from the face of my friend Abigail, that she is an American and couldn’t care less about that game of “soccer” everyone else is so crazy about:) #football #FIFA #brazil

The King

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The king is tired of ruling the world and demands cookies and milk. @rrrudya here, reporting from the German capital. I live in the district of #Prenzlauerberg, former part of the East Berlin, which started developing after the wall fell and after being a hippie-transitioning-cool kind of place it slowly turned into an upper-middle class neighborhood full of organic shops, vegan cafes, upscale bars and vintage stores. It is also famous for being a very children-friendly part of town. As one of my friends once said “you can get pregnant just from drinking tap water in Prenzlauerberg”. I hope she was joking. #berlin #streetphotography #children

Unconventional Self-Portrait

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Hello, everyone! Alina Rudya aka @rrrudya is here, taking over the feed for this week. I am a Ukrainian photographer and graphic designer. Originally I am from #Kiev ( or #Kharkiv or even #Chernobyl, depends on the perspective) currently living in #Berlin, Germany. I would depict my work as more of a “personal essay” genre. I will start with my own unconventional self-portrait hidden in a dangerous but also empowering proximity of the décolletage of Germany’s most powerful woman. #angelamerkel #burndiary #germany

So Long, and Thank You. Дякую. Спасибо.

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Self Portrait

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Self portrait by @_opasno For Burn Diary My last days in Ukraine were spent holed up in a damp hostel on the outskirts of Kyiv, laid low with bronchitis, and spending hours every day on the phone with low-level military press officials trying to talk my way onto a base to interview men who had been mobilized, while a faded portrait of Yuri Gagarin stared down at me from a corner where an icon used to hang. Much to my disappointment, my persistence still failed me, and I left without the footage I needed to finish the project. . . I spent so much time before I left New York preparing myself for Ukraine: studying field safety guides, planning exit routes, reading local papers and military analysis of the conflict, talking to friends on the ground. But what I hadn’t prepared for was coming back home. I held my friend’s hands, kissed her cheeks, told her to be strong. I got on a plane.  And the next morning, I was having brunch in Brooklyn, while she was still wondering what would happen to her family.  I picked up my dry cleaning. I bought a new swim suit. How could I be doing this while so much else is happening elsewhere? I went to church that Sunday, and could barely keep it together after well-meaning friends each greeted me with the question, “How was Ukraine?!? You must have had so much fun!” . . . It’s the hardest part of modern life–compartmentalizing things so we don’t fall apart from information overload or trauma fatigue. I’m still learning how to cope with my own helplessness in the face of so much suffering. I realized all I can do is be there to witness, and the tell the story of what I saw to those who will listen. . . . I’ve come to the end of my time here at Burn Diary, and want to thank you all for following along, for listening to these stories.  You can keep up with me on my journo/photo handle @_opasno or my brunch-and-kara-walker personal handle @ecce_b . Contact info is on my website, linked in my profile.