

Reportage 1

Downtown East Side, a suburb of Vancouver, is a microcosm of visible social ills. These include but are not limited to: extreme poverty, homelessness, addiction, prostitution and an AIDS rate estimated at over 30%. This is the result of a myriad of problems. Most prominently there is gentrification of the DTES due to its close proximity to the Downtown core and development for the 2010 Olympics. A formal complaint regarding conditions in the DTES has been put forward to the United Nations, and the Human Rights Council is expected to take two years to hear and study the complaint. But one look at this truly desperate and squalid section of society is all it takes to know that something is tragically wrong.
Reportage 2

Lawyers and students, doctors and clerks escape the boredom of daily life turning themselves, for a few hours a week, into the fearless members of Ghost Brigade. Some might call it the ultimate weekend escape, but the actual name of the game is Soft Air. A squad of men and women playing war with weapons purchased on the internet, just no death, no pain. There is no violence, but the illusion of it.
Reportage 3

Since 1830 up to the beginning of 1900, an Italian migratory flux, from Puglia, Italy, involve Kerch, Crimea. This Italians were mainly agriculturists, seaman and expert in shipyards attracted by the mirage of better future. During the Stalinist purge, many of them were accused to be Italian spy and therefore arrested, tortured and shot dead.
Reportage 4

Housework is a unique labor situation, in where the employer and the woman employee live together under the same roof and where inevitable affection exists. The employee, the maid, the domestic servant, the housekeeper has to stay for a while in this supposed second home following the roles that escape from her primitive function. She becomes a mother, a daughter, a friend, a sister and a grandmother, but taking into account that she does not have to feel completely identified with her roles only that this is her job. “Family and Domestic” moves between the domestic servant’s two universes: one composed by her labor family and the other composed by her own family.
Interview

At this point, Javier Bauluz could resign himself to be a living legend of photojournalism. This man has won the Pulitzer Prize, he’s published in the top of the top of the media scene, and has a couple of books signed by his name. Although he could, he isn’t lowering his guard in any moment. Knowing that journalism (traditional mass media) is no longer what it was, he decided to go back to the roots, and to do it from below, with independent digital media and operating under an approach of the human rights.
Interactive photography

InsideOut is a six-month project involving 30 workers from Indonesia, Thailand and the Philippines. They learn the basics of photography and, guided by volunteer photographers and photojournalists, are encouraged to take photos of their daily lives in Singapore. Through their photographs, we hope to learn from their perspectives and experiences. The sharing of their stories may spark more interaction between host and migrant communities, strengthening links that already exist and building bridges where there are none.
Collectives

Since 2004, the Argos group has documented the impact of global warming on populations that are as distant as they are vulnerable: reefs in the Pacific and Indian Oceans, Alaska, Bangladesh, New Orleans, a Chinese village ... This project seeks to convey a sense of urgency shared by the group: the reduction of emissions of greenhouse gases will cause millions of people being forced to a displacement.
2009 Award

Pine Ridge Indian Reservation is the home of the Lakota Sioux. They are the tribe that suffered the infamous Wounded Knee Massacre, in December of 1890, in which an estimated 350 Lakota were killed. Sadly, Pine Ridge continues to be the setting for an ongoing massacre within the tribe. Gangs on the reservation are out of control, and the violence they live by grips even the smallest villages. This photographic exploration tries to bring to light a people who have long been demonized, victimized, and romanticized, but ultimately abandoned.
7.7 is a Project of the colective of photographers RUIDO Photo, and it is developed independently and voluntarily, with the goal of creating a meeting point and a debate space about the role of documentary photography.
This is a bet for the creation, use and publication of a new channel that is meant to became a reference of an independent, social, critic and committed photojournalism, proposing a photography as a tool to generate reflection and social change.
The team of 7.7 is a group of professionals that works as a collective, sharing the work and the decisions, searching for and horizontality that helps creation and debate.
Idea: Roger Rossell
Graphic Concept: Roger P. Gironés || disseny@7punt7.net
Web Design: Marc Martínez de Foix || web@7punt7.net
Edition: Mireia Bordonada || edicion@7punt7.net
Text: Alejandra Cukar || redaccion@7punt7.net
Blog: Oriana Eliçabe || memoriallena@7punt7.net
Communication: Celeste Arroquy || comunicacion@7punt7.net
Coordination: Edu Ponces, Toni Arnau and Pau Coll || coordinacion@7punt7.net
Translations:Paola Denari y Sara Gustavsson (Inglés), Laura Córdoba (Catalán)
Editorial Council: Silvia Omedes, Rafael Badía y Carles Costa
2009 Award Jury: Pepe Baeza, Leopoldo Blume (Blume Editors) and Alice Monteil (Photographic Social Visión)
Photographic Social Vision, Editorial Blume and Centre de Fotografia Documental de Barcelona.
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We don’t care about the photo. We care even less about a photographic project. We care about the stories. And the way of looking at things.
Many times we’ve thought about those stories that, as documentary photographers, we wanted to give refuge. And we knew that they were not going to be like the work which we’ve seen so many times and with which we’ve grown up: a map of icons in exotic places where only terrible things happen and where people are just unhappy. A world of black or white, distant and different from the world around us.
And this is how we came to understand the need for a photography of proximity and profundity, a photography where the stories that are told contain all the hues found in this world we live in. Stories told with photos that create a link, that provoke thinking; a thinking as complex as reality, without good guys or bad guys, without heroes or villains.
This is why we decided to open this window: as a place to display different ways of looking at things, visions committed to what surrounds us, and in a constant practice of understanding (ourselves and others), of explaining ourselves to ourselves. We want to start looking through the cracks, the holes, the keyholes, with an open and a flexible spirit, strengthened by the free formats of the digital era.
This is an open space for the most diverse forms of building visual discourse and its possibilities, an interactive space, critical, rebellious, open, participatory. Restless and disturbing. This is an invitation to think, to abandon common places and to start doubting.
Welcome to the digital magazine for documentary photography.
Welcome to 7.7
The spirit of 7.7 is to become a new way of diffusion of photographer’s work that escapes from the traditional market’s logic and its dominance over the media’s agenda.
In this search we organize a yearly photo contest, selected from the individual photographers works published in 7.7. This prize, of 2000€, is possible thanks to the support of Photographic Social Vision, Editorial Blume, El Centre de Fotografía Documental de Barcelona and RUIDO Photo.
Terms and conditions:
1) Participation:
All the photographic works made by individual photographers and published in each year of publication of 7.7 (4 editions) will be considered. Works made by members of the team of 7.7, RUIDO Photo, or any other collaborator that has participated in the editorial process of 7.7, will be excluded. The second edition of this competition is open and will include works published since issue 5 to 8 inclusive. The receipt of projects is continuous and does not close during the year, but will can not submit for this contest after 15 September 2010.
2) Submission
To submit material, please check the 7.7 technical requirements here.
3) Prize
A prize of 2000€ (two thousand euros) will be given to the work chosen as winner.
4) Selection
A special jury will be constituted to select the winner. The names of the members of this jury will be visible in the website, and they will meet before the 30 days after the publication of the 4th year’s edition of the magazine.
The decision will be communicated immediately .
The decision will be taken by simple majority of the members of the jury and can’t be appealed.
5) Jury
The jury will be constituted by members of Photographic Social Vision, Editorial Blume, Centre de Fotografia Documental de Barcelona, RUIDO Photo, 7.7 and members of the editorial council of 7.7
6) General Conditions
The authors of the presented works - accepting the conditions of the contest - authorize 7.7 to reproduce their work during the publicity that 7.7 will make of the results of the contest. All the images will be used including the name of the author. The license of use of the pictures will be Creative Commons. The author must to choose the type of CC license that consider for his/her work, by default will be Attribution - NonCommercial - NoDerivs (by-nc-nd) (no commercial use is allowed in the original work and the generation of derivative works). The submission of the material to 7.7 supposes the acceptance of the conditions of the prize.
RUIDO PHOTO is an independent non-profit organization founded in 2004 by a group of international photographers dedicated to independent documentary photography.
Our task takes base on the belief that photography can be an effective engine of transformation of society and it is also the tool we choose to transmit our vision of reality. We believe in the power of art to transform lives, for both the artist and the viewer. We commit ourselves to create images and collective projects to show and discuss issues that may lead to positive changes, reflection and public debate.
At RUIDO PHOTO we bet for the development of collective and comitted projects, addressing issues that could hardly be performed in a single way and creating, from the diversity of visions, a framework for further analysis and action.

During my time in Vancouver, Canada, I decided to pursue a personal photographic project documenting the lives of residents in the Downtown East Side. Having started my career studying Social Work, this suburb of Vancouver was instantly of interest to me because it is a microcosm of visible social ills: extreme poverty, homelessness, addiction, prostitution and AIDS. A study by “The Tyee” concluded that the DTES has North America’s fastest growing homelessness crisis. This is the result of a myriad of problems. Most prominently there is gentrification of the DTES due to its close proximity to the Downtown core and development for the 2010 Olympics. Warmer weather than much of Canada draws the homeless, teen run-aways and vagrants to the area where it is more comfortable to survive on the street. Additionally, a relaxed policy on drugs has created tolerance for an open-air drug market. Addiction is surely the most obvious problem in the DTES. According to the PIVOT Legal Society in Vancouver there are over 5000 injection drug users living in the ten-block radius. The leading cause of death is overdose and 1/3 of the population is addicted to illicit drugs. This high rate of addiction contributes to the area’s incredibly high crime rate.
The government is experimenting with harm reduction techniques and new ways of thinking, such as dealing with addiction as a public health issue rather than a criminal one. A safe injection site (the only one in North America) is one such technique in practice in the DTES. With an AIDS rate at 35%, it is obvious that we need to start thinking outside the square. Needle exchange programmes have proven to be an effective tool for reducing the spread of HIV, although it is commonly women who sell sex in order to meet subsistence needs such as food and shelter that are affected by this horrific disease. Hepatitis C is recorded at 90% of the population of the DTES. The media regularly makes rounds of the DTES, but it only serves to stigmatise the people. It is easy to forget that this is a real suburb and home to real people, who are suffering devastating loss of health and quality of life. A formal complaint regarding conditions in the DTES has been put forward to the United Nations by Michael Byers, a University of British Columbia professor. The United Nations Human Rights Council is expected to take two years to hear and study the complaint. But one look at this truly desperate and squalid section of society is all it takes to know that something is tragically wrong.
"The media regularly makes rounds of the DTES, but it only serves to stigmatise the people. It is easy to forget that this is a real suburb and home to real people"
Claire began her career by pursuing a degree in Social Work, however, she changed her focus to Photography when she realised that change can also be effected through this medium. Her work in Vancouver's Downtown East Side has brought to light terrible injustices and the government's failure to address the social problems that plague this community. This series has been recognised by the IPA, winning her a nomination for “Deeper Perspective Photographer of the Year”. Her most recent project "Slab City" documents the lives of a community of Squatters in the California desert. Claire has recently relocated to Perth, Western Australia where she has begun a career as a freelance photographer. She is available for assignments home and abroad. www.clairemartinphotography.com
Lawyers and students, doctors and clerks escape the boredom of daily life turning themselves, for a few hours a week, into the fearless members of Ghost Brigade. Some might call it the ultimate weekend escape, but the actual name of the game is Soft Air. A squad of men and women playing war with weapons purchased on the internet, just no death, no pain. There is no violence, but the illusion of it. Ghost Brigade is the biggest group of north Italy, with around 70 members, they choose areas next to the Po river as battlefield. Young boys fight next to their fathers, ex real soldiers applies their knowledges on battlefields to teach the novices how to move. At home, people experience videogames online to have better tactics on action. Between the members of the squads there is an atmosphere of camaraderie that keeps the group unite. Tournaments last for weekends, usually in mountainous, natural areas sometimes in abandoned urban spaces where emotions and adrenaline levels run high until they are ready to face any situation. Most of them have to go to work or at school the next day.
"The combat just takes a few hours. Most of them have to work the next day"
Pavia, Italy, 1983. After graduating at Politecnico di Milano, faculty of Design, he joined Cesuralab collective. Cesuralab represent projects online, using different media such as photography, video and art. They collaborate with newspapers, magazines, art galleries and museums. They live together in a small village in the countryside where life is cheap and there are no distractions, usally they are travelling for work. In his personal work he can express himself looking at cultural diversity in different societies, covering conflict areas and focusing on ethnic problems and religions. And he usually collaborates with magazines and fashion houses covering backstages, ateliers and events related to the national and international fashion system. In Italy, he’s very interested by Lega party, a xenophobic and racist group, now part of the government. He is also running a collective project on the Po river, the longest river of Italy. Nowadays, he is working on a big project about Ingushetia, a lawless and forgotten land in the Caucas area, focusing on kidnappings and killings perpetrated by death squads.
Since 1830 up to the beginning of 1900, an Italian migratory flux, from Puglia, Italy, involve Kerch, Crimea. This Italians were mainly agriculturists, seaman and expert in shipyards attracted by the mirage of better future. During the Stalinist purge, many of them were accused to be Italian spy and therefore arrested, tortured and shot dead. For these people and for minorities in general the ’30 were characterized by a strong oppression caused by the foolishness of Stalin’s dictatorship. On January 28, 1942, to this Italians families were given 2 hours and the possibility to take maximum 8 kg of their belongings before to be deported to Kazakhstan. Many people died before reaching the destination because of hunger, cold and different hardships. Today in Kerch there is a community of almost 350 people that assure to be descendant of Italians. Unfortunately there are very few documents that prove their origins since they were taken during deportation, destroyed or changed into Russian documents. Descendants of fourth or fifth generation are demanding to be recognized as deported minority (status until now denied by the Ukraine authorities) and that the Italian government recognizes their origins.
In a plaque in front of Kerch train station, in memory of the minorities deported and the people who died in the tragedy, the Italian minority is the only one not mentioned.
"Unfortunately there are very few documents that prove their origins since they were taken during deportation, destroyed or changed into Russian documents."
Bolonia, Italia, 1973. Estudió Biología y se especializó en Medicina Tropical, lo que lo llevó, en 2005, a trabajar con Médicos sin Fronteras (MSF). En 2006 ganó el segundo premio de un concurso de fotografía, que le permitió asistir a un taller impartido por Antonin Kratochvil (VII Photo Agency), organizado por Toscana Photographic Workshop. Ese mismo año, Alessandro ganó el Premio Nacional en el concurso One Vision European Competition con su trabajo “Looking Forward”. En 2008 decidió convertirse en fotógrafo profesional a tiempo completo y dejó MSF. Algunos de sus reportajes han sido publicados en diversas revistas y periódicos digitales, como Diario, GEO Italia o MarieClaire Italia. Sus trabajos Somailia, The innocent target, Il Viaggio di Ulisse y Border han sido expuestos en muestras colectivas e individuales en Bolonia, Pescara y Milán, Italia. En 2009 Alessandro fue seleccionado como Descubrimiento PhotoEspaña, un importante evento anual de fotografía que se celebra en Madrid. Actualmente vive en Madrid y desde octubre de 2008 es parte de PkPosse, una agencia italiana que forma parte de PKNetwork. www.alessandrovincenzi.it
I was always interested in working with things up close. Spaces and inhabitants that are part of our routine. I usually have a look at those corners that are apparently daily and where I feel certain discomfort and annoyance. Housework is a unique labor situation, in where the employer and the woman employee live together under the same roof and where inevitable affection exists. I took this phrase “she is like a member of the family…” almost like leitmotiv (a theme). I feel attracted to its reverse meaning and at the same time, this captures the actual fragility of the relationship. The employee, the maid, the domestic servant, the housekeeper –only calling her shows the prelude of a problem- has to stay for a while in this supposed second home following the roles that escape from her primitive function. She becomes a mother, a daughter, a friend, a sister and a grandmother, but taking into account that she does not have to feel completely identified with her roles only that this is her job.
Let’s see the domestic servant in two of her universes: one composed by her labor family and the other composed by her own family that in most cases is unknown by their employers. The idea of stopping the daily happenings and placing what is always in movement into a scene pretend to inquire this apparent normality. In “Family and Domestic” the artifice is almost not present. It occurs when the images forget the presence of the “I” photographer, to leave the observer’s prejudices to measure his own capacity of putting himself into discomfort. I’m a guy of middle class brought up, in a way, by many domestic servants (my mother and father were working in our shop). There are many like me, brought up in a way by one domestic servant. This is, also, my manner to pay homage to all of them.
"She becomes a mother, a daughter, a friend, a sister and a grandmother, but taking into account that she does not have to feel completely identified with her roles only that this is her job."
He was born in Buenos Aires in 1973 and started his career as a photographer in 1994. From the thematic point of view, he was always interested in taking pictures of things up close. Spaces, inhabitants and different kinds of relationships that appear in daily life and that, beyond the thematic, are his sight’s focus: places in where some discomfort is present. His projects pretend to make our notions of normality unnatural and contradictory and to show what was hidden because of its daily force. This personal universe lives, contradicts itself, and nourishes from his job as an advertising photographer… and vice verse.
No child dreams of becoming a maid or a construction worker. But driven by poverty and a lack of opportunities, waves of Asians take on such work every year, often away from the support of friends and family.? In Singapore, migrant workers clean our homes and help raise our children. They build the offices we work in and the roads we use every day. But we know little of their stories and the dreams that inspire them. InsideOut is a six-month project involving 30 workers from Indonesia, Thailand and the Philippines. They learn the basics of photography and, guided by volunteer photographers and photojournalists, are encouraged to take photos of their daily lives in Singapore. Through their photographs, we hope to learn from their perspectives and experiences. The sharing of their stories may spark more interaction between host and migrant communities, strengthening links that already exist and building bridges where there are none.
Foreign workers make up about a quarter of Singapore's 2.3-million labor force. These workers, about 600,000 of them, are work-permit holders who take on low-pay jobs in the construction and service industries. About 150,000 foreign domestic workers in Singapore come from the Philippines, Indonesia and Sri Lanka. Construction workers in the island-state come mainly from Thailand, India, Bangladesh, Myanmar and China. Many workers realize their dreams of a better life, but for others, that dream erodes when they run into problems such as the non-payment of salary and, in some cases, physical and mental abuse. The project hopes to reflect some of the challenges all of them face. This project is supported by Cathay Photo, Objectifs and FotoHub. Three organizations that work directly with migrant workers - the Humanitarian Organisation for Migration Economics, the Friends of Thai Workers and the Darul Arqam association - were our partners for this project.
"Many workers realize their dreams of a better life, but for others, that dream erodes when they run into problems"
The Photo Essay was started in 2005 with the aim of debunking fearful stereotypes and narrow cliches created by repetitive and simplistic news reports. We are dedicated to showcasing photo essays from and about Asia with an eye towards social change. We look for photo projects about Asia in the world, to give a fresh perspective and to show an Asia that is surprising, touching, engaging, and most of all, human.
Staff:
Editor and founder: Dorothy Ho
Creative director: Jay Dokken
Advisors: Tse Chueen Chan y Chiyin Sim
www.thephotoessay.com
The project "Climate refugees" began in 2004 and aims to investigate the impact of global warming on populations that most suffer from this phenomenon. The project was implemented in areas where this phenomenon is having the greatest impact: the reefs of the Maldives and Tuvalu in the Pacific and Indian Ocean, the village of Shishmaref in Alaska, southeastern Bangladesh, Dingboche village in Nepal, Halligen German islands, New Orleans after the Hurricane Katrina, and Longbaoshan, a village near Beijing.
The project seeks to convey a sense of urgency shared by the group: the reduction of emissions of greenhouse gases will cause a forced displacement for millions of people. Global warming will particularly affect the crop. In the absence of international regulations on the issue, the loss of crops will leave thousands of peasants without a livelihood. This discussion is not intended to be pessimistic, but to create awareness about a problem in which we still have time to act, to stop being a disaster and give way to renewed international solidarity.
"Global warming will particularly affect the crop. The loss of crops will leave thousands of peasants without a livelihood."
The group Argos was founded in 2001 and involves ten journalists, six photographers (William Collange, Hélène David, Jeromin Derigny, Cedric Rueda, Henry Héléonore Frahan and Laurent Weyl) and four editors (Guy-Pierre Chomette Sébastien Daycard-Heid, Donatien Garnier Aude Raux). Its members are convinced that documentary journalism may have a central place in a world racked by constant political, technological, social and environmental changes. The collective Argos is also a group that seeks to convey new approaches to the media, whether in publications or online media. www.collectifargos.com
On the Great Plains, hidden away on little traveled back roads, is American Prisoner of War Camp Number 334. This is also known as Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, home of the Lakota Sioux. They are the tribe that suffered the infamous Wounded Knee Massacre, in December of 1890, in which an estimated 350 Lakota were killed. Since that day Wounded Knee, and the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, have been a symbol of the wrongs inflicted on Native Americans by the descendants of Europeans.
Sadly, Pine Ridge continues to be the setting for an ongoing massacre within the tribe. Gangs on the reservation are out of control, and the violence they live by grips even the smallest villages. Unemployment on the reservation fluctuates between 85-90%, the housing office is unable to afford to build new structures, and existing structures are falling apart. Many are homeless, and those with homes are packed into rotting buildings with up to five families. Thirty-nine percent of the homes on the Pine Ridge Reservation have no electricity. It is reported that at least 60% of the homes on the Pine Ridge Reservation are infested with black mold, which causes an often-fatal condition with infants, children, and the elderly. According to 2006 resources, about 97% of the population lives below federal poverty levels.
The tuberculosis rate on the Pine Ridge Reservation is approximately eight times higher than the U.S. national average. The infant mortality rate is the highest on this continent and is about 3 times higher than the U.S. national average. The school drop out rate is over 70%. Teacher turnover is eight times that of the U.S. national average. Frequently, grandparents are raising their grandchildren because their own children have succumbed to alcoholism, domestic violence, and general apathy. The life expectancy for men is a mere 48 years of age.
I have spent years following stories of war, poverty, and neglect in foreign conflicts around the world. I found, however, that I had a group in my own backyard that had been conveniently forgotten. This emotional photographic exploration has transcended the normal boundaries of a documentary for me. I have developed a deep friendship and love for the people of Pine Ridge, and for the families I have visited on several journeys over the past three years. My hope is that this photographic exploration will bring to light a people who have long been demonized, victimized, and romanticized, but ultimately abandoned.
"The infant mortality rate is the highest on this continent and is about 3 times higher than the U.S. national average. The life expectancy for men is a mere 48 years of age."
Aaron Huey grew up in a small town in Wyoming on the edge of a field that grew both beets and barley, alternating each year to enrich the soil quality. He escaped small town Wyoming only to find himself living in an old Communist apartment complex in Bratislava, Slovakia, where, at the age of 18, he studied as a Rotary Scholar, graduating with a degree in stone sculpture followed by a 1999 BFA from the University of Denver, in Colorado, in painting and printmaking.
In 2002, Huey walked 3,349 miles across America with his dog Cosmo. The journey lasted 154 days. There was no media coverage. They walked every step. Following the walk Huey took a 2 1/2 year hiatus from shooting photos to build an artist in residence program (Hueyhaus), from the ground up, on the Pecos River east of Santa Fe.
Aaron was recently awarded a National Geographic Expedition Council Grant to hitchhike across Siberia. He was also recently named to the short list for the Alexia Prize, as a finalist for the Center for Documentary Studies - Honickman First Book Prize for his work on Pine Ridge, and named to PDN’s top 30 emerging photographers in the world for 2007. Aaron is a masthead photographer for both National Geographic Adventure and National Geographic Traveler magazines, and freelances regularly for dozens of others including The New Yorker, the Smithsonian, the New York Times, and GEO among others.
At this point, Javier Bauluz (Asturias, Spain, 1960) could resign himself to be a living legend of photojournalism. This man has won his Pulitzer Prize (1995), he’s published in the most distinguished mass media (New York Times, Washington Post, The Independent, Der Spiegel, El País, Newsweek, Time, GEO) and has a pair of books signed by his name. Although he could, he isn’t lowering his guard in any moment. Knowing that journalism (traditional mass media) is no longer what it was, he decided to go back to the roots, and to do it from below. After founding an independent producer -Piraván- , he’s engaged in something that is as simple as it is revolutionary: the new medium periodismohumano.com. A global network of journalists and social organizations make, produce and distribute professional journalism under the human rights approach; all through the web.
In 7.7 we interviewed many photojournalists with different profiles, but your case is peculiar: you take photographs, but you usually talk more about journalism than about your photos. Are you photographer, journalist, photoreporter...?
How do I tell you all this? I started in journalism with photography and I’ve been widening this field in the course of the years, not only taking photographs, but also writing texts, making videos, audio, multimedia formats, etc. This is because I think that in journalism you can tell something in many ways, and I believe that we must use a multiformat to tell these things. The technologies changed so much last years, that now we can tell a story in formats that before were impossible, at least you had much money.
"Now we can tell a story in formats that before were impossible, at least you had much money"
Is not enough, at this moment in time, to be only a journalist or only a photographer?
I’m not telling that this is better or worse, but that you can use all this means that before were not affordable to tell the stories. In some of them, the photography format may be more important because the fixed image keeps having a force that the video or the word does not have, but if you have a good image in movement with a good sound, sometimes this explains better the story. If we can even make with a video, a text, audio and photographs a same product that tells us better and in more depth that story we want to tell, ¿where’s the wrong part of this?
It’s in nowhere. I suppose that the matter keeps being the same as always: which contents we choose to tell, beyond the means we use to make it.
Exactly, I believe that what matters is the content, not the form in which you tell it.
"What matters is the content, not the form in which you tell it"
I’ve got the feeling that parallel to the explosion in the technological means and the easy access to them, which make easier to produce information, there is this phenomenon in which the media produces contents that have less quality and profundity. Do you share this view?
I do not only share this view, but also yell it. This is the problem: in a world where communications are easier and the technologies facilitate communications and the creation of contents, the journalistic information quality is every time lower. It’s lowering to levels that scare me.
Why do you think this happened?
Because in some point of the recent history the traditional media lost its course. Instead of having the news as a priority, the objective became to be the profit motive, in other words, to earn money. This is the main function of the information companies nowadays. Economic and political interests have become to be what manages most of the media. If the news is not regarded as a public service for the citizens, that thanks to them it exists, but it is at the service of economic interest –of someone or someone else’s-, we’ve got the results we’ve got. However, it is also a clear reflection: in this society we are supposed to be in a huge economic crisis that is related to the same thing: everything is worthy if you earn money. It does not matter who die, what they scam, what they cheat: the Monopoly of capitalism’s principal objective is to earn money.
"In some point of the recent history the traditional media lost its course. Instead of having the news as a priority, the objective became to earn money"
And that is the objective of the media’s companies that we do not have to forget that they are companies…
The media’s companies are exactly the same as other companies in this world: the most important thing is to earn money no matters what. You may skip all the ethical questions and the principles, for example which the journalism’s ethical and social functions are. If the journalism stops being a mediator between the powerful ones and the citizens, and goes to have lunch with the powerful ones, the news that may receive the population will not coincide with the reality. If you add to this that the focus it has is on show and entertainment because these are what increase audience, and therefore advertising, and therefore money, though it is rubbish in a 90%.
Perhaps we should not be surprised by the companies’ attitude. Should we think therefore in the journalists and photographers’ responsibility who were working for those companies and the readers who allowed that this kept happening?
There have always been companies and companies. You may go to a butcher’s shop and buy meat of quality, or go to a butcher that starts swindling you and cheats you out of the label or the origin, or sells you rotten meat. Clearly, it’s not the company’s problem, but the companies are fooling with their products. And it’s the citizens’ fault because they do not demand a better quality of products, such as meat, fish or journalism. And the journalists remain there or are in a kind of trap because they are due to the employers, because it’s what they do for a living and things are too bad to be fired, and out of this there is not a space in where they could eat and practice freer, more ethical journalism or how we want to call it.
In order not to fall in an ethical contradiction, should the photographers and journalists’ resources come from the public sector, from companies, from private individuals? Which are the resources that we should find in order to finance ourselves and practice more ethical journalism?
When you find out this, you’ll tell me (they laugh). I cannot trust in that the traditional means will change, at least not at the moment, and will practice journalism of human quality. Therefore, if we want to practice another kind of journalism, how do we afford it? Your aunt, your baker, your niece, a social organization, a private company, a public institution or anyone may be the investor. The important thing is that that money was not earned by exploiting children making luxury shoes in Thailand, for example. And after, that this does not limit the journalist’s independence to tell a story.
"The journalists are in a kind of trap because they are due to the employers, because it’s what they do for a living"
Where do the P+DH reports’ resources come from?
From where I told you. Any economic support from who thinks that human journalism of quality is fair and necessary for this society is welcomed. It’s the same as when some citizens think that there must be whales and they sign in to be a Greenpeace member. Whoever wants human journalism of quality should sign in as a member and support economically in order to make this work, because if we do not have the society support, this may be an adventure that is abandoned in the middle due to the lack of social support. What we must have is a diversity of sources that guarantees, in a way, that even though someone does not like what we do, this person cannot influence our independence or makes us collapse because his/her investment is removed.
You said that it was impossible that the media changed its focus…
It’s not impossible, but difficult…
Therefore, perhaps we should look for the way that people start asking for information of more quality, and that in this case producing less trivial contents become a business. If not, we are always in the same situation: we create alternative means which produce different information, but people keep buying El País and watching Telecinco. If we do not achieve that people ask for another kind of information, it won’t be a business for anyone and it will be unsustainable. May it be the key to start educating the audience?
Of course, but we need the means to educate them, if not they will keep being taught by the means the others have… We must have our own forces and supports which we may look for in the society. It’s so simple and so difficult like that. I give up waiting. I don’t like being the whole day complaining and saying “everything is wrong” and waiting for someone to call me and hire me. I think we should look for the actual and possible formulas, that there are a lot; because I do think that there are many people who demand this kind of journalism.
"I don’t like being the whole day complaining and saying “everything is wrong” and waiting for someone to call me and hire me"
It is also true that the less conventional means, like the one you are making (P+DH), does not have so much audience as the traditional means. Is it possible that people are not interested in other options, that there is a kind of vicious circle?
Clearly, there are many people who prefer watching only football, shows and trash things, but we won’t be responsible for the whole world. We’ll do what we are able to. If one has a vocation, is a journalist and wants to do this kind of journalism, one has the moral obligation to try. Nowadays there are no excuses. Any journalist is able to create his/her own mean of communication on the Internet and to broadcast. Precisely for this, I think that we are in a historic moment; that the journalists must recover their profession’s control, we must recover the social function of journalism. Now we can be technologically independent, something that before was not possible.
"If one has a vocation, is a journalist and wants to do this kind of journalism, one has the moral obligation to try. Nowadays there are no excuses"
Do you think that the photographers and journalists are at these new possibilities level?
I am not responsible for the humanity progress (he laughs). Let’s see, www.periodismohumano.com bases its ideas on: that there are some journalists that want to recover this human journalism with a focus on the human rights, taking into account as the only ethical framework the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, in a space where they aren’t subdued by political interest and economic private individuals and they can be independent. All these were part of the Journalism and Human Rights manifest that we signed in Gijón, that since then 2,000 people have signed, many of them are journalists who are working in the means, and have this idea. And every time I tell them what we are doing in a public meeting, their faces show that they think: “please, I want to see other things that I was not taught, I want to know not only what happens with the politicians, not only what the powerful people say”. Yes, it’s absolutely necessary; I do want this kind of journalism.
It might be an idea that many of us share, but an important amount of photographers are just interested in publishing in media such as El País, and they’re not interested in self-managed media governed by this statement. It seems like it’s a basic problem, because even the students, when they reach a professional level, they are more concerned about their ego than the social reality.
I’m not the owner of journalism, neither responsible of all journalists. But we must remember one thing –that not justifies anything-: journalists also have to eat. And so far, the only customers who could be were the media, which are those that pay them a story or a salary, and with what they can eat and continue working. That doesn’t justify at all what you're saying, but it is a reality. Regarding the type of photography it is being done, that's a whole world. There are people out there who try to convince us that to talk about an earthquake, we must take a picture of a crack in a wall, and that explains perfectly the earthquake. Okay, everyone can do exactly what they want. There are people who are bothered by photos of black people, or poor people, because they believe it is old fashioned and who knows what, and you “have to” be more of avant-garde... Journalism is journalism, and not necessarily art. If we want to make art, then let's do it, but please don’t disguise journalism. Everybody is the way he or she is, and has its own human and social responsibility with the world, with their peers, the profession, and so on. Clearly there are many people in this job who could be anywhere else, people that don’t feel the mission of being a journalist.
"There are people out there who try to convince us that to talk about an earthquake, we must take a picture of a crack in a wall, and that explains perfectly the earthquake"
You talked about the artistic photography and the crack in the wall. Sebastián Salgado was at the time criticized for his "aestheticization of poverty." And now there are many Photoshop abusers, for example the case of the photographer who won the Picture of the Year, who shortly lost the prize for the retouching that was done. What’s your opinion about this trend of “over aestheticization” in photojournalism?
If nothing matters more than the final outcome and the economic results, if anything goes, even to manipulate and to deceive the photos, well... But Photoshop is not something new, Stalin ran the Photoshop of that era, with an expert laboratory that made people appear and disappear in the picture, for example. This is not a new thing, the problem is the same: without ethics, without some basic principles of telling the truth, and go only to the aesthetics and profit, it’s a disaster. I think it's wonderful that people make artistic pictures, but it is not the same as photojournalism. I don’t care, and that’s why I don’t get into the approach you talk about. If I tell you that a particular thing is true, and it's not, I'm a liar, no matter if I’m photojournalist, artist, or whatever.
When you won the Pulitzer Prize almost 15 years ago, did it help you to define what you wanted to do, what news to cover and what topics to talk about?
I already decided that when I was a kid…
Did it help you that they let you do it?
Nobody ever let me do anything because I've always done what I wanted. I've been independent my whole life and it has its drawbacks, such as you do not have a check a the end of the month, or security, but you are free to, with almost nothing in your wallet, go anywhere, with your camera, and try to tell what happens there. That they let you or not… It just seems like excuses to me.
"I've been independent my whole life and it has its drawbacks, such as you do not have a check a the end of the month"
The appropriate term might not be that they "let you" but more like they "listen to you": Did the prize give you more of an impact?
That's the only wonderful advantage of prizes: that they let you say a lot of nonsense words like the ones I am saying right now, and even that you will publish them.
What else do the prizes give?
Well, now I'm taller, more handsome, and my photos, which were previously in black and white, turned into colour (laughs). No, only that single thing: it allows you to speak up loudly.
Can photography therefore work as a tool of social transformation, or is that an utopia?
I would add –as with the tobacco: “may" be a tool of social transformation.
What does it depend on?
So many things ... how the picture is, how you express what you express or what you are photographing, the moment when that occurs, the historical context, many things. Not every photograph is a tool for social transformation.
"Not every photograph is a tool for social transformation"
Today, almost everyone has a camera, which in some ways can help each one of us to count our own reality in images, but in another way contributes to discredit the work of the photojournalist.
I assume that journalists have to have a certain role in our society. Journalism is a profession, a craft, and I think it's wonderful that the communications and technological tools allow any citizen to provide information on anything. I think it’s excellent. I think that instead of seeing it as an enemy, we must view it as an opportunity to have many more sources of information to tell things that are produced by citizens. We must think that we’re not the only one who can provide information. For example, maybe you're not in Iran, where there no journalists because they all go prison, or because they throw them out, but people are making videos of what is happening. But one thing that is necessary - and perhaps might be a part of the new craft of journalism- are publishers of such information: people that contrast citizen’s information, give it the point of credibility that is need, who know where and who the information comes from, check that these stories are true; things that are very complicated to do. You can have a lot of information but you might not be sure if believe it or not, because you don’t know who send the information to you.
"One thing that is necessary -and perhaps might be a part of the new craft of journalism- are publishers of such information: people that contrast citizen’s information"
One of the rules of journalism, in theory, is objectivity. But since you’re a social activist as well as a journalist, your approach is part of subjectivity. How do you handle that?
I don’t believe in that objectivity, I don’t believe in impartiality as it’s practiced and as people speak of it. I believe in truthfulness and honesty. I do not think one should be objective or impartial. That false objectivity and false impartiality have produced thousands or millions of victims throughout the history of mankind. And I certainly don’t want to be a part of that. That´s why we want to do journalism under the ethical approach of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. And human rights mean something very wide: it is not just the issue of torture in Guantanamo. If you want to be a credible journalist, from the human rights approach I have to be truthful and honest, I can’t make propaganda for one side or the other, I can have an angle and point of view from the human rights approach which is now enough to sift the matter.
"I don’t believe in impartiality as it’s practiced and as people speak of it. I believe in truthfulness and honesty"
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Tamara and Olga, respectively daughter and granddaughter of Giovannella Fabiano, on the sea side of the Black Sea, waiting for the other members of the Italian community to attend at the ceremony in honour of the dead Italians during the deportation. Kerch, Crimea, February 2009
Kerch seaside in a foggy day, were probably at the beginning of the XIX century arrived the first Italians immigrants from Puglia. Kerch, Crimea, December 2008
Copy of the birth certificate of Maffione Marta Maria, born in Bisceglie (Bari, Italy) in 1893 and married with Vincenzo Dell’Olio, originally from Naples. They arrived in Kerch in 1920, but because of the Stalin repression only Marta Maria left Kerch to go back to Italy in 1932. Now, only their grandson Vladimir Dall’Olio lives in Kerch with his wife Ludmilla and his son Aleksey. Kerch, Crimea, December 2008
Giovannella Fabiano at the age of 18, photographed when she was still in Kazakhstan. Like in many other people living in Kerch and belonging to the Italian community, are visible some typical south Italian characters in her physiognomy. Giovannella remember that due to her beauty she managed to have some benefit in Kazakhstan that others didn’t. Kerch, Crimea, December 2008
Giovannella Fabiano at the age of 68 at her home in Kerch where she lives with her daughter. Giovannella was deported with her family when she was 2 years old and she doesn’t remember much about the fact. Kerch, Crimea, December 2008
View of Kerch from Mitridate hill in a foggy day. Kerch, Crimea, December 2008.
Catholic Church built by the Italians for their community in 1840, closed at the end of 1932 because of the communist repression. After what happened, the clergyman moved back to Italy. Kerch, Crimea, December 2008
Tatiana Petringa at the bus stop waiting to go back home. Tatiana lives with her mother Vera and the Grandmother Emilia which was deported in 1942 to Kazakhstan by the communists. Kerch, Crimea, December 2008
The gymnasium wall with signs of the battle during German occupation in the Second World War. Kerch, Crimea, December 2008
Giulietta Fabiano at Mitridate hill, commemorative place in honor of the Russian soldiers died during the Second World War. Kerch, Crimea, December 2008
View of the Black Sea from beach in the periphery of Kerch. Not far from this beach, the Italians were loaded in a boat and deported to Kazakhstan. Kerch, Crimea, February 2009
On the seaside of the Black Sea late in the evening. Kerch, Crimea, February 2009
Alexandr Fabiano walking on Mitridate hill between ruins of the fortress used by Russians to block the German troops during the Second World War. Kerch, Crimea, December 2008
Natale De Martino at his former house in Gagarin street, where he lived with his family before been all deported to Kazakhstan. The last time Natale saw this place was in 1955, after coming back from Kazakhstan, but the house was already taken by other people. In the back the refuge used by the family during the bombing of the Second World War. Kerch, Crimea, December 2008
The kitchen in the Giulia’s Giachetti house, with a gift from Italian friend, the moca coffee maker. Kerch, Crimea, December 2008
Tatiana Petringa in a bus on her way back home. Tatiana lives with her mother Vera and the grandmother Emilia, who was deported in 1942 to Kazakhstan by the communists. Kerch, Crimea, December 2008
Valentina Fabiano in Kamish Burun, place from where the Italians were loaded on a boat to be deported to Kazakhstan, on the way she carries with flowers which will make an offering in the Black Sea. Kerch, Crimea, February 2009
Vladimir Dell’Olio, Luciana and Giulia during a moment in the celebration of the 67th anniversary in honour of the Italians dead during the deportation. Kerch, Crimea, February 2009
One of the many flowers left by the members of the Italian community flooding on the Black Sea water to symbolize the death of the Italians during the deportation. Kerch, Crimea, February 2009
Valentina Fabiano and Natalia di Lerno in a beach on the sorrounding of Kerch. Kerch, Crimea, February 2009
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Family Nadal y family Piris
Family Córdoba y family Ruiz
Family Reig y family Zanini
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Family Schneck y family Gómez
Family Acassuso de Bianchi y family Da Silva
Family Meira y family Gómez
Family Liffschitz y family Benítez
Family Sandor y family Ortigoza
Family Lerussi y family González
Veeraphol Charoenrat
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Fitri Nurjanti
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Wichaya Sucharit
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Every Saturday, inhabitants of the valley of Khumbu crowd the big market in the tourism and trading village of Namche.
With its 35.8 million cu. m. of water threatening to pour down into the valley of Khumbu, Imja, at an altitude of 5;010 m, is the most dangerous lake in Nepal.
During the spring, the Great Himalaya –known as “the world’s water tower”– feeds nine of Asia’s principal rivers, including the Ganges, the Mekong and the Yangtze.
Despite the danger and lake outbursts in the recent past, very few sherpas in the valley of Khumbu have heard of the consequences of global warming in the Himalaya.
If Lake Imja were to burst out, vegetable gardens and fields of corn, wheat, and barley would be devastated, houses and bridges destroyed, trekking paths ravaged, herds of yaks would be drowned and hydroelectric installations buried.
In recent times, the lake was small. Now it’s big. Before, also, the mountain was white, now it is black. Dorje Sherpa is the oldest man in Dingboche, aged 84.
Dolma and Ramila, two friends from the village of Phakding in the lower Khumbu valley, are on their way to school for a workshop on global warming organized by the WWF.
“A strong West wind, an especially strong tide, a full moon… We know what conditions can bring about the Landuntern”, Fiede Nissen says. “But they can all be there and nothing can happen. And a Landunter can also happen in the middle of the summer when nobody is expecting it!”
After the storm in 1962, which caused heavy damage in the Halligen, the houses were restored and reinforced. Safe rooms fortified by four concrete pylons will serve as emergency shelters if conditions become dangerous.
“It’s a paradox, but we love the Landuntern”, Britta confides. “That feeling that time has been suspended, of sweet solitude, the landscape outside your door suddenly completely different, all the houses, scattered here and there like so many little islands…”
Landuntern! Landuntern! The children love the sudden, unpredictable floods that cut off the Warften from one another for several hours. Niels can look out his window at the school –inaccessible for the day.
When we’re caught by surprise by a Landunter, it can carry all the hay we’ve just mowed on a fine summer day out to sea –or worse, drown a few cows or sheep we haven’t had time to get to safety.
Ark Boysen and his team pile thousands of stones, one by one, along the shores of Langeness. They surround the entire Hallig with a meter-high wall.
- Since 1926, Langeness has been linked to the continent by a breakwater on which a little railway, the Löre, runs. Fiede Nissen takes it every morning to carry the mail.
Shishmaref, late October. The snow has still not arrived –another effect of climate change.
Snowmobile long ago replaced teams of sled dogs, and Koozye Ningeucook is one of Shishmaref’s last dog breeders. He is trying to perpetuate one of the community’s oldest traditions.
Uncertainty hangs over the future for the Inupiaks of Shishmaref. Moved to the city of Nome, they will lose their identity. Only if they are moved to virgin territory – at Tin Creek, not far from their ancestral lands– they can avoid a programmed obliteration.
Work is done regularly on the disintegrating coastline of Shishmaref. In twenty years, four dikes have been built in an attempt to stave off the erosion. But it was in vain. They quickly collapsed into the unstable sands.
Serpentine River; Kelly gathers berries.
The house where Mina Weyiouanna grew up, abandoned long ago, has just fallen over onto the beach. “I still remember playing dominoes with my grandfather”, she says with dignity. “Then, the house was still more than a hundred yards from the shore.”
A birthday celebration. “Our specific culture, our tradition of community, of sharing, of respect for our ancestors, our subsistence economy –everything that makes us a unique community would not survive in a city like Nome, which is removed from the Inupiak world”, Jonathan Weyiouanna explains.
As the African monsoon has weakened, Lake Chad once navigable, has lost 80 percent of its surface area and become a swamp with discarded boats littering its former shores.
Maloum Oumar Barka, 57, of Chad, sets his fishing lines in the shallow waters of Lake Chad.
Nigerian fishermen who have come with their children to the island of Blarigui so they can continue to fish. The weakening of the African monsoon has reduced the surface area of Lake Chad by 80% over the past 30 years.
Lake Chad, once the fourth largest lake in Africa, has lost 80% of its surface area over the past 30 years with the weakening of the monsoon and can now be virtually crossed on foot.
Fishermen working in the deepest part of Lake Chad, which is now only 2 metres. Once the fourthest largest lake in Africa, lake Chad has lost 80% of its surface area over the past 30 years with the weakening of the monsoon.
Polder of Bol- Mandi. A plantation project on an area of Lake Chad which has dried out. Mousa Mahamat, 24, of Chad from the Kanembou tribe and former fishermen, works in 45° heat, preparing his land grant for possible future irrigation.
A dried up section of Lake Chad near the village of Bol.
Village of Pankhali. Fatema and Mojida returning with drinking water which is becoming harder and harder to find as rising sea levels, caused by climate change, and salinisation of the soils begin to pollute underground water sources.
Village of Pankhali. Global warming already affects the inhabitants of Bangladesh South Western areas. In the small village of Pankhali the sea level rise, amplified by strong tides, is at the origin of the salinisation of the lands, the pollution of the water table and the weakening of the mud built houses.
Village of Pankhali. During the monsson, the mud huts can collapse. They must be constantly repaired.
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Stakhira district. An old woman keeps her cow on the large levy bank. In just a few decades, global warming has changed the countryside of her youth.
Village of Pankhali. Accustomed to dealing with serious flooding, the Bangladeshis today are attempting to put in place adaptations to climate change. Here Mannan Molla explains the issue to local villagers.
CLIMATE REFUGEES. Argos Collective
Beginning in the month of March, huge sandstorms hit Longbaoshan, forcing farmers to abandon their fields. The «wrath of the yellow dragon» is what they call the sand storms in China.
CLIMATE REFUGEES. Argos Collective
Beginning in the month of March, huge sandstorms hit Longbaoshan, forcing farmers to abandon their fields. The «wrath of the yellow dragon» is what they call the sand storms in China.
“Because of the drought, nothing grows here. We rely on the sky but it only rains sand,” says Dehai Li, inhabitant of Longbaoshan
Swept by the wind from as far away as the Gobi desert, the sand arrives each year in clouds carrying up to 90,000 tons at Longbaoshan, then across to Beijing, Japan and South Korea.
In order to stay in the village, Weifengying Li and his wife have begun raising ducks.
Beginning in the month of March, huge sandstorms hit Longbaoshan, forcing farmers to abandon their fields. The «wrath of the yellow dragon» is what they call the sand storms in China.
The lower 9th ward destroyed by hurricane Katrina, New Orleans, Louisiana, USA, september 2005.
The lower 9th ward destroyed by hurricane Katrina.
15 days after hurricane Katrina struck and the collapse of the levy banks which flooded the city, a New Orleans woman tries to recover some of his remaining belongings before leaving to live in another state.
Robert Bailey, helped by his neighbours, moves into the house which the evangelical church of Wheeler Avenue has lent to him in Houston, Texas.
Evangela Bailey, in a pensive mood when they moved in the house that the evangelical church of Wheeler Avenue lent to them in Houston, Texas.
The oldest daughter of the Baileys and their new friends met at the new school in Houston, Texas.
Evangela Bailey explains to her new neighbours in Houston what the conditions were like during hurricane Katrina in New Orleans. Houston Texas, Oct 2005
In the shadow of Wounded Knee. Aaron Huey
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In the shadow of Wounded Knee. Aaron Huey
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