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David White posted this on February 3rd, 2012
God damn it. Some bastard has just been round the back of my house and half inched a beautiful and incredibly heavy B20 engine for my ancient Volvo Amazon, and thieved my beloved welder.
I don’t know why I’m telling you.. other than to ask you to keep your eye out down the pub. Down the bloody scrapyard more like. Oh, and I suppose it’s a good opportunity to post a pic of the car the engine was for, and which the welder has welded (sob). This car is my sanity when all the world goes to shit. Oh, her name’s Lola by the way. If you see her, give her a wave.
To keep this post on a photographic bent I used some off camera flash. So there.
Thanks. I feel better now. A bit.

David White posted this on February 3rd, 2012
Sort of. Well, not at all actually, but here’s another one….Staff Photo editor for Bloomberg in London Town.
David White posted this on February 3rd, 2012
Ey up. Photo editor job for the frankly great MSF.
Could this be for you? You’ve got to like Brussels though, and they make you fart.
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PHOTO EDITOR
Background and objectives:
The PHOTO EDITOR position aims to contribute to MSF’s communication and information activities through photography.
Together with the Photo Production Advisor, he/she works on selecting photos, helping with photo production and diffusion, and advising on lay-out. He/She also assists with the management of photo archives.
The position is half-time and is based in Brussels.
The PHOTO EDITOR works within the MSF OCB Audiovisual Unit and reports to the Communications and Audiovisual Coordinator. He/She works in very close collaboration with the Photo Production Advisor. He/She will work as a team with the Video Producer and Editor, as well as with the various Communications Officers of the Combo team.
Main responsibilities
• Select and prepare pictures for internal and external publications
• Supports the Photo Production Advisor on photo production and diffusion
• Advise on matters of layout and design
• Assist with the management of photo archives
Tasks
• Select pictures for internal and external publications, including slideshows and photo-films
• Prepare selected photos and upload them on the international media database
• Follow up with the Communications Officers of the Combo team on the accompanying info for pictures (dates, captions, keywords, authors, etc.)
• Supports the Photo Production Advisor on photo production and diffusion
• Produce photography in the office or for MSF in Belgium
• Develop and maintain a photo database of key MSF spokespeople in the field and HQ
• Occasionally, may produce photo reports in MSF field projects
• Advise on matters of lay-out and design both for print and online publications produced by the Combo team
• Maintain a network of quality designers motivated to work for MSF
• Assist with the management of the MSF OCB photo archive
• Be the reference photo person in the absence of the Photo Production Advisor
Together with the Photo Production Advisor:
• Promote the work of the audiovisual unit internally
• Provide support to and advise field communication staff and other MSF field staff with regards to photography
• Promote MSF photo guidelines – including usage rules and photo ethics – among MSF teams
• Support with the acquisition, maintenance and use of MSF OCB photo equipment
Qualifications
• Previous professional experience in photography or at a picture desk of a major publication
• A strong sense of initiative as well as team play
• A good judgement of ethical aspects of photography
• A strong motivation for working with a humanitarian organisation
• Experience in lay-out and design
• Fluency in English and French
• Basic knowledge of Dutch is a plus
Conditions
- Based part time in Brussels
- Post to be filled at once.
CV + application letter to be sent before 14/02/2012 to Thalia Maes,
Communication Department, Rue Dupré 94, 1090 Brussels.
E-mail : thalia.maes@brussels.msf.org
David White posted this on February 3rd, 2012
Heads up. I’ve been asked by the acting features director on UK Marie Claire magazine (Kasie Davies) to put this up for you all:
“I am on the look out for a ‘weird world’ type feature. By this I mean projects that might involve crazy pageants, conventions, people doing strange things that make remarkable pictures. I’m sure you know the type of thing I mean. Images are everything for this one, but it also needs to be surprising. Nothing worthy – more light, funny and visually compelling.”
That’s pretty wide open. Before you punt up anything to Kasie, stop and think. Think about the magazine, and whether your work is right for it and the brief above. Think about the presentation of your proposal, and make sure you make it easy for Kasie to see the work without having to trawl through 326 links before she gets to it. Do not send massive files, and make sure you have a good story. Do not spell her name wrong. If you can offer an unpublished exclusive then even better. Black and white is almost guaranteed to not be accepted. War, destruction, rape, starvation, emaciation, disease and death are not wanted. Save that lot for the World Press. Kasie will pay well, and will guarantee a good spread, but make sure you keep your syndication rights….Marie Claire have a lot of sister titles and if your work is of quality they will likely want to re-use it across other country editions.
This could be the start of a beautiful relationship between you and the magazine.
Send your work here: kasie_davies@ipcmedia.com
Please do not send owt to me or duckrabbit.
If you get published, I, as your agent, will be taking 70%. Ha. Only joking. Buy me a beer.
Oh…and good luck.
David White posted this on February 3rd, 2012
Well well well. It’s about that time. Amongst the myriad of things to do, Funky Friday must not be forgotten.
Enjoy.
John Macpherson posted this on January 31st, 2012
I mentioned previously I might write a little on photographing people and ‘inhibition’ following a comment made to a recent post. This post is also, I guess, a wee bit about perception, and how what you perceive to be the content, and indeed the intent of your images, may not be shared so precisely by your subject. I’ll also add up front that none of the following is any reason not to engage with people to photograph them; quite the contrary, the hard lessons about interaction you learn with a camera in your hand are ones that should make you think more carefully about your work, and perhaps care a little more deeply about your subject. And thats a very good thing in my humble opinion.
I’m a fairly upfront kind of guy. Meeting and photographing people is something I enjoy, and quite often it involves verbally engaging people to conspire with me to create the image. And the responses I get are interesting. So here’s the sort of things that can happen by engaging the public, some predictable, others less so.
I was working on the Isle of Mull for a book publisher gathering material for a small photo book on the island, and pretty much left to my own devices regarding content so long as some specifics were included. I decided that some of the issues that are key to island life should be included, such as seasonal tourism, (un)employment, homelessness etc., if I could manage to find suitable material to illustrate it.
And so I encountered a lovely scene one summer day, which you will need to imagine, because it went unrecorded. Very low tide, acres of exposed dark green and brown seaweed, and in the middle of it, 200m out in the bay was a baby’s pram, brand new bright and shiny. I was astonished, then spotted several dark clad figures bent over double behind the pram gathering shellfish. They had obviously carried their offspring out to be beside them as they worked. This activity, as I am well aware, is a black economy cash-in-hand one. So off I slithered across the greasy slimy rocks and duly arrived, unavoidably noisily, at the group. Introduced myself, explained my work and asked permission to photograph them and baby, and a big bloke responded, but quite friendly, that “well no, I’m not really happy with that mate” , as behind him his male and female companions approached. We had a pleasant enough chat but one of the women was slightly hostile, and despite my highland credentials, accent and acknowledgement of their potential tax-dodge work and assurance that it was only their bottoms bent over with the pram in the foreground I needed to show, she was not happy. So I said “no problems, I’ll leave you to get back to your work then folks, thanks for the blether”. And the woman remarked in a slightly sarcastic tone “cameras, they steal your soul, so they do” and gave me a sly half-smile, knowing that I knew how sarcastic she was being. I smiled and replied jovially, “aye they might, you best keep yours intact then”. And off I went.
The irony was that behind them was a small low island which would have appeared in my intended photo, and on its rocky side an almost indistinct dark mark, a cave, in which evidence of shellfish gathering had been uncovered and dated to at least 5000 years ago. These folks with their small child were simply carrying on an age-old tradition of marine resource use on this rocky shore, inextricably linked by their labour to a long and noble history of such gathering.
The next day was one of epic rainfall, that stair-rod, monsoon, deluge, torrential unrelenting west coast downpour kind of rain. So I went to Tobermory village to try to get some images that reflected the interest in Balamory, the popular children’s tv programme which is filmed there, and attracts lots of families to the island dramatically boosting the tourism spend, and this being the school holidays there might be something worth capturing. First thing I spotted on the seafront, braving the deluge, were three Indian folks togged up against the rain. A quick chat revealed they worked for a bank based in Edinburgh, were in the UK on a training course and were having a weekend off on Mull, loving the rain and atmosphere of the island, and were delighted to pose, smile and be in a book. A lovely brief encounter with three very generous people.
 Reena & Virash Kumawat, and Chandrajeet Yadav, Isle of Mull. © John MacPherson
And then I noticed a family, father frantically using a compact camera trying to take a photo of wife and daughter with the village behind in the downpour. I ran over offered to take the picture for them and as I did so mentioned I had an ulterior motive and if they didn’t mind could I take a picture of the three of them for a book. Yes of course the father said smiling, and they lined up and all smiled.
 Happy family in the rain. Isle of Mull. © John MacPherson
What happened next I could clearly see later in editing the images as the mother’s expression visibly changed across the frames, but at the time I was simply snapping several frames and asking the little girl to lift her Balamory dolly up so it was more visible. I asked them to give me an email address so I could send them some photos in case theirs didn’t come out and handed over my notepad to the mother, whilst the father and I talked as he took more pictures of his daughter.
 Mum writes address, dad and I photograph and chat. Isle of Mull. © John MacPherson
The mother asked what the book title was and I replied that it had not been decided yet and gave a few of the preliminary titles; then she asked when it was coming out and I said it had no date set yet as it depended on the printing schedule of the publisher; finally she asked who was writing it and I said I did not know because it would only have a foreword and they’d not decided on anyone yet. And she started to quiz me – “so you’re supposed to be doing a book but you don’t seem to know very much about it do you?” And I said this is what the publishing world is like, it’s not that unusual. And off they went.
Less than a minute later as I was walking back to my van I was roughly grabbed by the slightly flustered mother saying loudly and quite aggressively “give me the notebook, give me it” and so I handed it over and she ripped the address page out saying “I don’t know why you need our home address, I’m not happy, give me it” and I said somewhat perplexed “Home address? I asked for your email address….I dont have your home address” but off she strode, paper in hand, obviously still flustered and angry. I was really quite surprised. And then it dawned on me that my entirely innocent request for a photo had been interpreted as being something else, something more sinister, and she feared I might have been trying to get photos of their small child. I’ve worked professionally with young people for decades, and at that moment I had no less than three full and valid CRB clearances, one for each organisation/employer I was working for, making me probably one of the ‘safest’ people they could have encountered. To say I was very upset would be an understatement.
I dumped my gear in the van and rooted around for a business card and went to look for them. The thought that they’d had their day spoiled by this serious misunderstanding was pretty distressing and I felt compelled to reassure them. However despite legging it up and down the street numerous times and going into various shops and cafes there was no sign of them. Thoroughly disheartened, I gave up photographing for the day, and now feeling as miserable as the weather, spent the evening in the van consoling myself with several large numbing drams.
The ‘contract of engagement’ we photographers enter into when we interact with people brings with it a multitude of possibilities. Some outcomes you can predict, others you could never guess at. Occasionally a little bit of magic results and you gain something, learn a wee bit that changes you and leaves your subject inspired by being considered as special; and sometimes, just sometimes, you all lose.
Sat alone, whisky in hand in my small van in the incessantly drumming rain, I recalled the shellfish gatherer’s comment from the previous day, “Cameras, they steal your soul, so they do”. And realised that earlier this afternoon I had indeed lost a wee bit of mine.
duckrabbit posted this on January 31st, 2012
If you only read one thing about photography this week, next week, or for the rest of the year, read this post.
‘Even if your photographic diet only consisted of, let’s say, James Nachtwey photographs, I am relatively certain – relatively, not absolutely – that this photograph will move you. It might even shock you. Needless to say, that is not why this is a good photograph. This is not why you might want to use it as an example of what photographs can do. For the shock, all you’d need is something by Nachtwey. But for something that strikes your innermost self, this photograph is an amazing example. It is a photograph that, to (mis-)use Francis Bacon’s words, speaks directly to the nervous system.‘
duckrabbit posted this on January 30th, 2012
I’ve has just told me this will be the venue for our photofilm workshop at Contact photo festival in May in Toronto:

I thought our pad next to Tower Bridge in London is pretty hard to beat but once again Mooserabbit (aka Daniel Seguin) has upped the ante.
And if you’re thinking about joining us in Canada, or on The Hinterlands (our only UK workshop till June not sold out) then watch the film below for a flavor of what to expect. (Warning the films kicks off with an entirely justified swear word)
More info on our training here. Get in touch here. And if you want to know if it works here’s a lovely email I received last week:
Hi Benjamin,
I would like to tell you that my first photofilm for a news outlet will be published tomorrow! It’s by the Dutch RTL News.
I would like to thank you for the inspiring workshop two years ago which opened my eyes and made me decide to focus fully on multimedia and photography. Since last year I’ve been making photofilms for one organization which gives grants to student abroad. Right now I am sending you this message from Milan, as they are sending me to all these places where students are (UK, Finland, Swiss and Italy so far).
So I must say, your workshop meant a lot for my career!
Cheers,
Emiel
David White posted this on January 30th, 2012
Blimey.
Imagine if you could get a job that would really, definitely, demonstrably make a difference. One that tallies with your desires to make the world a better place. One that would also probably allow you to work on those delicious projects that you struggle like hell to fund. A job that makes you feel better about yourself, and a job on which you will probably pay no tax. A job that you are very likely to get. Are you dreaming? Have I gone mad? Was that pork flying past the double hung sash?
How about this for a coincidence….there are at least 8,750 photographers in the UK looking for work. There is also a desperate need for at least 8,750 foster families in the UK. Incredible. I only made up one of those stats….there is probably many more photographers looking for work.
I’ve heard that fostering is bloody hard work mind, but since when have you been scared of hard work? Wimp.
Just a wee thought.
The answer to this question is very likely YES.
duckrabbit posted this on January 29th, 2012
‘People have changed the landscape in a very brutal way here. But the sea fights back for its natural shape and territory. Local people seem to respect the power of the sea. Nevertheless at he same time they thoughtlessly devastate it. This wired symbiosis makes this piece of land fascinating.‘ Rafal Milach.
This is wonderful photofilm in every sense. So much feeling tenderly packed into just a few minutes.
First published here on the excellent Flak Photo, where you’ll have to go for much more info about the photographer Rafal Milach.
duckrabbit posted this on January 28th, 2012
“Patients were brought to us in the middle of interrogation for medical care, in order to make them fit for further interrogation. This is unacceptable,” said MSF General Director Christopher Stokes.
I’m not the only one who has been struck by the one sided reporting of the Libyan revolution. It seems the media were largely only capable of presenting one point of view applied to the spring revolutions. What happened in Tunisia was narratively speaking interchangeable with what happened in Libya.
This makes for an easy story and easily read photographs.
Good guys fight badass dictator (who we’ve kissed ass to over the years) and good guys win Hollywood style. Afterwards we can all sleep safely in our beds. In the meantime the more kick-ass action the better.
But now according to the BBC those good guys are accusing both human rights organisations and MSF of being Gadaffi’s fifth column
The head of Misrata’s military council, Ibrahim Beitelmal, denies involvement in any abuses and says his accusers have a hidden agenda.
“I think that the people working under the guise of human rights organisations or doctors without borders are Gaddafi’s fifth column. There may have been a few cases of former rebels taking revenge but that doesn’t mean that the orders have come from my office to torture prisoners.”
Was the Libyan war reported, photographically speaking, as one continuous emotional and intellectual embed (in bed) with the rebels? One that audiences are preconditioned not only to accept, but actually to celebrate, from news print, to internet, TV reels and gallery spaces.
Yesterday I got this shocking email from MSF (printed below). Read it and ask yourself how are we now to read the photography of Misrata (a place synonymous in the photographic community with the deaths of the photographers/filmmakers Tim Hetherington and Chris Hondros)?
There is a thin line between propaganda, bang bang chasing pictures and journalism.
It seems now we were fed a lot of the first two and very little of last.
Should any of us really be surprised by this? That it’s almost impossible to jump on a plane, visit a country you’ve never been to before, where you don’t speak the language, that is immersed in full on tribal civil war, embed with one side, and then tell a story that is anything else but flawed?
Anyone else feel cheated?
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Detainees in the Libyan city of Misrata are being tortured and denied urgent medical care, leading MSF to suspend operations in detention centres in Misrata.
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| Physiotherapy session in Misrata detention centre, September 2011 © Benoit Finck |
“Patients were brought to us in the middle of interrogation for medical care, in order to make them fit for further interrogation. This is unacceptable,” said MSF General Director Christopher Stokes.
Since we began treating war-wounded in Misrata’s detention centres, our doctors have been increasingly confronted with patients suffering from injuries caused by torture during interrogation sessions.
Since August MSF teams have treated 115 people who had torture-related wounds, reporting all the cases to the relevant authorities in Misrata and repeatedly demanding that the ill treatment of detainees ceases.
“No concrete action has been taken,” said Stokes. “Instead, our team received four new torture cases. We have therefore come to the decision to suspend our medical activities in the detention centres.”
Read more about why we have had to suspend our work
Despite reluctantly suspending our work in the detention centres we will continue our mental health activities in Misrata, as well as our work providing assistance to 3,000 refugees and internally displaced people in and around Tripoli.
To ensure our independence we rely solely on private donations to fund our medical work in Libya. We do not accept any funding from governments or military and political groups.
Warm Regards
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David White posted this on January 27th, 2012
Lou will look after you, always.
duckrabbit posted this on January 27th, 2012
Huffington Post Says
‘Here’s a foolproof way to sell a book of photographs: reconceptualize the best ones in the world. That’s what photographer Tim Mantoani has done with his new book “Behind Photographs,” a compilation of famous photographers holding their famous works‘
My review is here.
duckrabbit posted this on January 25th, 2012
‘As I prepared pictures to submit to a contest I could not stop thinking that all these past years the main photo contests chose their winners from among the pictures depicting wars and conflicts. I think that this year will be the same, due to the many bloody events around the world.
I do not know why those pictures are still chosen, they show horrors. They show the pain of the helpless victims and the joy of the gun-toting bullies. They show, some in a dignified way, some in a gruesome way, humanity at its worst, people killed by other people. They will haunt your memory; they will be published again and again … But do their images really belong to a pictures contest? Does anyone think about their impact in the future, about their impact on young photographers?
Throughout those years, many young photographers looked at those pictures and what have they learned? They have learned that to be a great photographer and to make a great picture you must go to a conflict or a war zone, because you get instant recognition. But that’s built on others’ ordeals. Generations of photographers thought this way, even today, in an easily accessible conflict zone, the place is swarming with photographers, sometimes they outnumber the combatants.’
Read the full post by Radu Sigheti on Reuters here.
John Macpherson posted this on January 24th, 2012
I’ve been teaching photography in various ways for over 20 years, and embraced the digital revolution for all the reasons we all have, but also because of the ways it enabled me to show a novice photographer a technique in ‘real time’ and see the result on the lcd screen. Learning is quicker and more fun this way. But one thing that I’ve tried to encourage people not to do when learning, and which digital makes easy to do, is delete in the field.
I’ve tried to encourage a process of editing in the computer, and looking at the work as a whole, and seeing how the images that you might like have been arrived at, by studying the progression of images as you shot ‘through’ the subject over a period of time.
Yes just like the contact sheets we used to make in the good old film days (and some people still do).
I think there’s a lot to be learned from doing this, not just technical lessons, but aesthetic too. But I’ve come to realize that there’s another aspect to this thats really important. Its that for many inexperienced photographers it’s actually quite difficult to determine what actually constitutes a ‘good’ or ‘successful’ image and that too often its the technical qualities that are the defining ones, overriding any other less tangible considerations.
I was teaching photography for a community association adult group over a recent winter, all beginners, mostly using basic digital compacts. Simple class structure – an ‘assignment’ to undertake in the intervening week, and a group review of the class images from the tasks for the first hour of each successive session.
One woman class member Susan was struggling to find the particular images she wanted to show us on her laptop, and as she flicked through several others she said “not sharp, not sharp, not sharp, sorry these are ones I meant to delete“.
“Whoa!” says I. And she stopped and backed up as I requested, through numerous images, until we came to a few pictures I’d spotted as she’d flicked through. One was simply beautiful (although the original was in colour, but with a horrible colour cast).
 Village Hall, Strathconon. © Susan McLennan
I asked what she thought of it. “Not sharp, didn’t work“, she replied. And again said “I meant to delete these“. I asked the class what they thought and the same comment was made by several of them about the image not being sharp..
And so I told them what I thought. That this was a wonderfully evocative image of a highland village hall, the timber lining, the tall windows, and the pictures on the wall of the local laird (estate owner) and his wife at their wedding, the stag heads, all of it just shouting ‘village hall’ and giving it a real sense of place, but with that wee bit of additional magic - the children. Moving around as they played during the long exposure, they had recorded as a slightly ethereal presence, wispy and transparent, almost ghostlike. And I explained how for me this evoked the presence of past children, and future children, and because they were virtually unidentifiable they were ‘any child’, and that this was a timeless image which should be celebrated and enjoyed and certainly not deleted.
The class were well up for the discussion that followed and enjoyed having their preconceptions about what constituted ‘good’ work challenged. And many of them found the concept of ‘emotional content’ a revelation, and the realization that it is a quality totally independent of the technical aspects of an image, to be a very liberating thing.
We all have to start the learning curve of photography somewhere, and it’s been a continuing source of delight to me that with some guidance (and even without) the vast majority of people have something to say ‘visually’, and can often take a really really good image to illustrate it. Truth is that taking ‘good’ images is very easy, but the difficulty is that they are invariably surrounded by a mass of work of lesser value. How does one discern the good from bad? If you’re a novice photographer how can you tell the difference? I often wonder how many real gems never see the the light of day because they are simply deleted?
In one subsequent class an even more emotive moment occurred. The class task was to photograph something you like or something you dislike. One woman class member showed an image of a leg, clearly badly smashed up and surrounded by a metal cage, obviously in a hospital context with a nurse’s hand visible at the bottom of the frame holding the leg. She explained this was an image she hated because it was her partner’s leg, taken after they’d decided to move 500 miles to Scotland and she’d relocated and got a job whilst her partner worked out his notice in the south. However he’d had a serious accident and was now in hospital down south for at least 6 months, until his leg healed. And this meant the new life they’d planned together was on hold because of the accident, he was down there, she was up here, hundreds of miles away “and this photo – well I hate it, I just hate it because of what it signifies, the separation and his absence” she said with an emotional crack to her voice.
After a moment I asked the class what they thought, and there was a subdued range of nods of agreement, and sympathetic murmurs. This image and its meaning had obviously struck them all as being a little ‘heavier’ and more emotional than they’d expected. So I asked a question:
“What attitude do you think that nurse’s hand displays?“.
Silence. So I asked again for everyone to look at the hand and tell me what it looked like. Still silence. I gave some guidance, and suggested that what they had responded to so emotionally was the verbal description of the image’s meaning to the author, NOT to the image’s actual content. And then asked them did they think it looked like a caring hand or an aggressive hand in the photo. After a few moment one of the bolder folks (bearing in mind this is only week 2 of our course) said “er….um….well…..caring I think“. I pressed on “why caring?“. And then several of them started to look, to see, and to think, and answers flowed, such as “it’s hard to say, it’s just well the way it looks” and “it’s the way it’s touching the leg, sort of delicately” and so on.
I added “yes, we all recognize aggressive actions, stances, bodily shapes, and equally we recognize passive, caring, tender attitudes and actions, whether we are aware of this or not. For me this hand sums up ‘care’, and ‘tenderness’ and ‘healing’, and I’d suggest that rather than hate this image you should perhaps love this image because what it demonstrates is that in your absence someone else is looking after the person you love with a great degree of care, and dare I say it, tenderness”.
There was a silence then a little tearful sniff, and “Oh my, you’re right, I’d not realized. I didn’t see. Oh my…I’d , I’m…..I’m…I see now. Phew. Ohhh!” . The hugely absorbing discussion that followed took us in a wide arc through a range of topics, about emotional content, visual literacy, cognitive dissonance and much more and left the class somewhat drained, but much much wiser.
I think its vital that you share your work with people you know. Discussing why it was made, and what it makes you feel like, is a hugely valuable thing to do. It’s an even more valuable thing to do with people you don’t know, because they’re less likely to care about offending you by saying they don’t like a particular image.
Every image has a story. Telling that story, about how you felt that day, why you pointed the camera in a particular direction, what it felt like for you then and what it feels like for you now, all help to articulate the worth of your work, and can make you think carefully about the content.
But what others will see in your images might sometimes surprise you.
You can learn a lot by sharing.
Wondering whether or not to press that delete button? Might be better to wait.
Ciara posted this on January 23rd, 2012
Everyone needs a little boost on a Monday morning, right?
David White posted this on January 22nd, 2012
On the road again…safe travels.
Mike Lusmore posted this on January 21st, 2012
 Milton, Bangladesh's very our Basil Fawlty bids us farewell...
I’m sat in Crystal Coffee in the car park of Medan’s International airport where it’s surprising to learn that I can’t get a straight black cup of coffee. Surprising as I have just left Aceh in the north where I tasted the most beautiful locally grown cup of coffee prepared in the most elaborate way including the final act of dropping the drink from a great height into my cup (which is apparently essential). Good job Benjamin and I cleared out the shop of their stock and have packed every crevice our luggage with the stuff to keep us energised for the long winter ahead back home.
Meanwhile back here in Medan I have settled for a ‘tehbotel‘ which is possibly the most disgusting brand of ice tea quite blatantly flavoured with cheap perfume. I have been stuck in bed for most of our time here in Indonesia due to some questionable food I must have eaten on my last day in Khulna and so the tehbotel has been my drink of choice after the doctor told me to stick to bottled water only.
 I saw this in the paper just as we were leaving Khulna...driving in Dhaka, Bangladesh.
The trip from Khulna to Bireuen was hellish and included a two hour bumpy bus ride along Bangladesh’s crazy roads to our flight in the same broken plane we arrived in. Upon arrival in Dhaka airport we were treated to a serious bout of mosquitos coupled with some of the most toxic paint I have ever smelt to choke down on for a few hours. Bundling ourselves onto the flight to Kuala Lumpur I was just hoping I could sleep as I felt like my insides were exploding but instead it was a fairly short flight followed by what felt like the longest layover known to man.
Prior to this we had talked fondly of our time in KL airport, a place where we could kick back and wash some tasty food down with an ice cold beer. The reality was that I felt terrible and spent the entire nine or so hours trying to sleep in-between toilet breaks. Our flight to Medan in Indonesia was quick and painless and I was trying to be as positive as I could while we stood in the stinking hot queue for our visa but it was the nine hour car journey we had next that I was really dreading. We did get there in the end but it really did feel like the longest car journey I have ever taken and as the time we arrived all I wanted to do was crash out..
 Does anyone have an idea what these drugs are for...?
In reality it wasn’t that simple. We had been invited to stay at The Major’s house for the evening (think the local mayor but more important) and had to meet and great followed by joining him for dinner. He was an interesting guy and as Benjamin and The Major ate he told of his time negotiating peace in Aceh and his obsession with Starbucks before casually dropping into the conversation that he had been sent to jail for twelve years for speaking out against the Indonesian government. I was never aware of the situation that existed here in Aceh, their struggle for independence and the role that the tsunami played in the peace keeping efforts in the region.
On my first full day in Aceh the only thing I got to see was the garish bedspread adorning my new bed, the doctors surgery and the inside of my eyelids. Benjamin gave me the day off to die quietly and thankfully one of our hosts took me to the doctors to get me fixed. Twenty four hours later and it had been three days since I had eaten anything but I was finally on my feet again. The bad news was that I now had only two days to shoot all of pictures and video that we would need from here in Indonesia.
 This is the last fishing hut before the beach and would have been totally destroyed when the tsunami hit. Beautiful place to work though..
The village we spent most of our time working in was almost entirely destroyed in the tsunami. Only five houses remained in this town of well over two hundred after the wave came in and yet the place is once again thriving. They have a great farming community here with shrimp and fish which you’ll be able to find on the shelves of your local supermarket back in the UK. Finding my way through the maze of ponds to the beach and it was truly amazing to stand and look at the vast ocean ahead of me bearing down on the endless miles of flat land that is so many peoples homes and livelihoods. It’s humbling to think that all the people working away in the searing heat around me would have experienced such a catastrophic event and that they literally picked up the pieces, rebuilt their lives and homes and got back to their lives.
It took me a while to realise that everyone had left me behind on the beach as the sun started to set over the mountains in the distance. This wouldn’t normally cause much concern apart from the warning I had been given by a local farmers wife earlier to ‘Watch out for the 5m python on the way to the beach’. She even refused to walk that way…which was a little disconcerting. I hadn’t exactly let this slip under the carpet and had protested insisting we took the car and went around the long way but everyone seemed to ignore the pasty white guy and continued onwards and so I had to make peace with the snake warning. I never did see the huge python, thank goodness but did use it to have a laugh the next day as I saw Benjamin crouching down near a pond to pack away some audio gear… I really wish I could post a video of his response as I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone jump so high in my life! It was hilarious.
 More fish, this time in Indonesia. Yum!
It seems strange to be leaving Indonesia now as I really feel like we just got here. I’ve only tried one coffee house and a few different local dishes which were all amazing and I feel like I’ve only just started to explore this wonderful place. I guess that’s the trade off of a great job like this. You get to travel to an amazing place that you may never see again but you need to get a job done and that is the absolute priority. It’s travelling in a whole different way though and you get to meet the most amazing people, definitely an experience worth treasuring.
Right then. Just another ridiculous number of hours travelling to get back to the lovely warm British weather…actually couldn’t send this from the Crystal Coffee house and am struggling with the bitterly slow KL airport wifi………………..it’s like dial up all over again…
 Yes that is Benjamin and I cracking into a well deserved BEER at Kuala Lumpur airport. Nothing else to do here but wait for the slow arse internet!
duckrabbit posted this on January 21st, 2012
Somebody wrote:
‘OK, Kodak’s dead…..and why is it, with the exception of a handful of shooters, none of the photographers who excelled in my generation are working, and why is it that no one really cares? I can think of 40 names, even more from the 80′s who were young at that time…. I am doing far better work that I ever was when I was getting MONTH long gigs from LIFE and I can’t sniff a good job? Seriously folks, something is way out of whack in all of this…’
Someone replied:
There are broadly two types of photographer – one says ‘everyones a photographer’ with a sneer, the other says ‘everyones a photographer’ with a tone of excitement and wonder. Or maybe there’s a third, someone who says ‘everyones a photographer’ with utter bewilderment, because I have a hard time keeping up with it these days.
But more people taking more pictures is not, and can never be a bad thing IMO. Bearing in mind photography is one of the most democratic art forms ever invented – thanks largely to Kodak funnily enough – the difference in underlying attitude is quite telling, in that it measures the photographers ideas about their audience, and their assumption as to where they are in ‘the pecking order of things’. Most of us have seen the massive trend in photography towards universality and democratization – from the iPhone, to Flickr, to people in the Middle East chucking samizdat videos and pictures around.
But there has been another trend, largely ignored – and that is the increasing tendency of photographers to cleave towards the (largely self proclaimed) ‘elite’ – political, economic, cultural.
Of course the argument would be that they’re simply following their rational economic self interest, in the light of tanking ‘old skool’ revenue streams. But its funny how it also uncannily enforces the dog-whistle tone of vanity and desperation that has always sat just under the surface of the business.
As the mass money dries up, there is a trend to aspire to be closer to the Versailles salon of the Sun King. From riding on the back of a Pentagon war machine subsidy, picking up grants from uber-hedge fund mega-predators or corporate lobby foundation fronts, becoming the in-house photographer for ’1 Percent Monthly’ magazine, to simply engaging in a seemingly endless ponzi scheme-esque money-go-round: I grant you, you bursary him, he awards her, she judging panels him, he workshops them…and round we go again.
Until it ends up on the wall of a disused church, viewed by a hermetically sealed bubble of like-minded peers, in a southern French city where the unemployment rate is 30 percent.
Or maybe they don’t do any of that, but simply pine for a Golden Era when the non-digital barriers to entry meant they were Ozymandias, King of Kings. And of course the prevailing photographic view was euphemistically called ‘Western’, but was in fact, mostly American, British, maybe a bit o ‘French. The rest of the World was their cultural playground.
It was great while it lasted I suppose. It will never, EVER come back.
The crashing irony is everybody is talking about Kodachrome like it was fine wine, when the reality was, it WASN’T. It was Spam, and manufactured by the giga-ton to be consumed like Spam by people who would genuinely value their family snaps a damn sight more than some here-today-birdcage-liner-tomorrow feature in some glossy mag.
Don’t make the mistake of assuming this is a rant against particular photographers, many of whom are astonishingly talented genuine artists, and like many, I think its a crying shame they can’t pursue their vision with the limited degree of independence they once had.
It’s the trend thats entirely retrograde IMO, and I just think they’re on the wrong end of the curve. Its a move away from the mass audience we were supposed to engage with. It’s why for example, the two most photographed wars in history have left the majority audience virtually totally ignorant, and arguably voting for economic and political policies that will cast them into an abyss.
Thats only one of many epic failures on our part, and I don’t blame the audience at all for viewing what we pursue with a fair degree of contempt. They’re tired of being patronised, so they’ve seized the tools and made their own media. The quicker we get out of the way, the better.
There is a very small number of photographers who ‘get it’, and who are engaging with grassroots audiences as peers and fellow collaborators (instead of the Old Skool ‘Attention Peasants! I bring you truth! Now shut the fuck up and take it’ model) using the very same tools available to the audience – digital capture, social media. I think its a hopeful sign and wish them every success.
As for the rest? As I’m now working on a picture desk and training people, I’m now largely part of the audience now more than I was, and find myself tending towards thinking as they do (in my case the audience is in SE Asia).
I really don’t pay a huge amount of attention to the Washington Consensus salon-monkey media anymore. The world is just moving past them.
duckrabbit posted this on January 20th, 2012
Hello Sam,
It’s your birthday and I am on the other side of the world, thinking about you.
This is your first birthday I have missed since you came out fighting for your first breath eleven years ago and changed me forever.
Back then you were an exploding galaxy of potential. You were the big bang in my life. And now you are the bright star in my sky, ever present, calling me home.
Today I walked out past the prawn fisheries, where we have been filming, to the sandy beach where the Tsunami hit this area of Aceh in 2004 (the one you learned about in school).
We had to walk through some bush where we were told a 5 metre python was lurking! I’m not that brave around snakes so I made Mike walk first!
When we arrived at the beach it was such a strange feeling staring out to sea.
In the village where we have been working only five houses were left standing after the huge wave.
Many, many people died.
The last few days I have sat with local fishermen as they shared some of their stories of that dark time, but mostly we have laughed together and that’s a precious thing.
After a few minutes on the beach we spotted some fishermen we hadn’t met and even though we don’t speak the same language we went to say hello and take some pictures. It’s amazing how far a smile can get you here (or anywhere).
I wrote a message for you in the sand and then Mike climbed on one of the fisherman’s shoulders who carried him out into the sea so that he could take the pictures below.
It was a crazy moment. A moment in which, despite the history of the place, I felt so alive.
And that’s my birthday wish for you.
That you too will follow your dreams, wherever they take you, even if it’s to the other side of the world from me.
That you will keep your heart open through the dark times that find us all, so when the light comes flooding back in, you too will know that great feeling of being in love with life.
Just a few days now till I’m home.
We’ll have a party and I’ll make you a late birthday cake.
You are in my heart (always). I miss you (always). You are precious (always).
LOVE
Dad
xxx

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