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fotojournalismus: Woman in laser burqa by Seamus Murphy “I took this picture in February this year. I had been working on a project about Afghan women’s poetry and was trying to find images that were not the usual misery pictures of women in Afghanistan. I discovered this underpass in the city; a dark area with a little shop that was pumping out these lasers, and I wondered how they would look on a woman walking by in a burqa. I think the shot works because of the element of surprise. It’s trying to subvert not the burqa itself, but the image of the burqa, because I’m bored of the clichés around it.” (via The best photographs of 2012 | The Guardian) View Larger

fotojournalismus:

Woman in laser burqa by Seamus Murphy

“I took this picture in February this year. I had been working on a project about Afghan women’s poetry and was trying to find images that were not the usual misery pictures of women in Afghanistan. I discovered this underpass in the city; a dark area with a little shop that was pumping out these lasers, and I wondered how they would look on a woman walking by in a burqa. I think the shot works because of the element of surprise. It’s trying to subvert not the burqa itself, but the image of the burqa, because I’m bored of the clichés around it.”

(via The best photographs of 2012 | The Guardian)

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theatlantic: First Nights in America: What Arriving as a Refugee Looks Like For four years, Italian-born Gabriele Stabile photographed refugees in airports across the nation on the nights they first arrived on American soil. They came from Somalia and Ethiopia, from Burundi and Bhutan, from Iraq, from Burma. They were fleeing war, rape, torture. Their destinations were mysterious places called Alabama, North Dakota, and Texas. But before they settled into their new homes, entered their first megamalls, or celebrated their first Fourth of Julys, they met Stabile and his camera. Their faces — bewildered, vulnerable, joyous — passed before his lens, and then disappeared from him forever. Or so he thought. In 2010, he met Juliet Linderman, now a reporter at the New Orleans Times-Picayune, who suggested the two track down Stabile’s subjects and gather their stories. A project was born. See more. [Images: Gabriele Stabile] theatlantic: First Nights in America: What Arriving as a Refugee Looks Like For four years, Italian-born Gabriele Stabile photographed refugees in airports across the nation on the nights they first arrived on American soil. They came from Somalia and Ethiopia, from Burundi and Bhutan, from Iraq, from Burma. They were fleeing war, rape, torture. Their destinations were mysterious places called Alabama, North Dakota, and Texas. But before they settled into their new homes, entered their first megamalls, or celebrated their first Fourth of Julys, they met Stabile and his camera. Their faces — bewildered, vulnerable, joyous — passed before his lens, and then disappeared from him forever. Or so he thought. In 2010, he met Juliet Linderman, now a reporter at the New Orleans Times-Picayune, who suggested the two track down Stabile’s subjects and gather their stories. A project was born. See more. [Images: Gabriele Stabile] theatlantic: First Nights in America: What Arriving as a Refugee Looks Like For four years, Italian-born Gabriele Stabile photographed refugees in airports across the nation on the nights they first arrived on American soil. They came from Somalia and Ethiopia, from Burundi and Bhutan, from Iraq, from Burma. They were fleeing war, rape, torture. Their destinations were mysterious places called Alabama, North Dakota, and Texas. But before they settled into their new homes, entered their first megamalls, or celebrated their first Fourth of Julys, they met Stabile and his camera. Their faces — bewildered, vulnerable, joyous — passed before his lens, and then disappeared from him forever. Or so he thought. In 2010, he met Juliet Linderman, now a reporter at the New Orleans Times-Picayune, who suggested the two track down Stabile’s subjects and gather their stories. A project was born. See more. [Images: Gabriele Stabile] theatlantic: First Nights in America: What Arriving as a Refugee Looks Like For four years, Italian-born Gabriele Stabile photographed refugees in airports across the nation on the nights they first arrived on American soil. They came from Somalia and Ethiopia, from Burundi and Bhutan, from Iraq, from Burma. They were fleeing war, rape, torture. Their destinations were mysterious places called Alabama, North Dakota, and Texas. But before they settled into their new homes, entered their first megamalls, or celebrated their first Fourth of Julys, they met Stabile and his camera. Their faces — bewildered, vulnerable, joyous — passed before his lens, and then disappeared from him forever. Or so he thought. In 2010, he met Juliet Linderman, now a reporter at the New Orleans Times-Picayune, who suggested the two track down Stabile’s subjects and gather their stories. A project was born. See more. [Images: Gabriele Stabile]

theatlantic:

First Nights in America: What Arriving as a Refugee Looks Like

For four years, Italian-born Gabriele Stabile photographed refugees in airports across the nation on the nights they first arrived on American soil. They came from Somalia and Ethiopia, from Burundi and Bhutan, from Iraq, from Burma. They were fleeing war, rape, torture. Their destinations were mysterious places called Alabama, North Dakota, and Texas. But before they settled into their new homes, entered their first megamalls, or celebrated their first Fourth of Julys, they met Stabile and his camera.

Their faces — bewildered, vulnerable, joyous — passed before his lens, and then disappeared from him forever. Or so he thought. In 2010, he met Juliet Linderman, now a reporter at the New Orleans Times-Picayune, who suggested the two track down Stabile’s subjects and gather their stories. A project was born.

See more. [Images: Gabriele Stabile]

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warwithinaframe: “I think many of us took some really terrible photos in Afghanistan: bodies torn up by bombs, ripped apart by bullets. But this photo always disturbed me—placid though it is. We were on a night mission and these American soldiers went door to door pulling men from their beds in front of their screaming children, putting them on the ground in the freezing cold, then marching them off under arrest. Maybe some of the men were insurgents, you almost never know when you’re out there. But they were all released the next morning. As we hiked back to base around 5 a.m., the First Sergeant was sort of thinking out loud. ‘Boy, we sure didn’t make any friends out there tonight,’ he said.” Michael Kamber View Larger

warwithinaframe:

“I think many of us took some really terrible photos in Afghanistan: bodies torn up by bombs, ripped apart by bullets. But this photo always disturbed me—placid though it is. We were on a night mission and these American soldiers went door to door pulling men from their beds in front of their screaming children, putting them on the ground in the freezing cold, then marching them off under arrest. Maybe some of the men were insurgents, you almost never know when you’re out there. But they were all released the next morning. As we hiked back to base around 5 a.m., the First Sergeant was sort of thinking out loud. ‘Boy, we sure didn’t make any friends out there tonight,’ he said.”

Michael Kamber

Reblogged 5 months ago from freeafghanistan (Originally from warwithinaframe) 17 notes