After decades of civil war, on the backs of motorcycles and overburdened Land Cruisers, Sudan’s displaced children are coming home. On July 9th, South Sudan became the world’s newest country. The next generation returns to build the new state while digging deep into the past for memories of a country they left as children.
I met Autumn in the fall of 2008 shortly after I moved to Ohio. I began photographing her immediately as I was quickly drawn to her story. We connected on the basic fact that we were both women, despite the differences in our ages and circumstances. I was able to understand her adolescent tribulations as I, like many young women, struggled to find my place in the world. Because of this connection and the bond we were able to form, Autumn gave me access to photograph her life.
My aim in this project was to touch on some of the common struggles women face growing up while also looking at the particular circumstances of her life. Autumn lives with her parent and two siblings. She is growing up in the cycle of generational...
Until 2003, Lang’ata was a typical Kenyan prison – prisoners dressed in rags, ate food infested with worms, shared lice-ridden mats and were crowded into dark, dirty wards. Officers beat prisoners for tiny infractions or just for fun. Amid such conditions, women gave birth, nursed babies and even died, without much concern from the outside world. Many prisons in Kenya have changed little since, but Lang’ata, Kenya’s largest women’s prison, is different. These days interested parties from around the world come to visit Lang’ata’s tidy grounds to observe their rehabilitation and parenting programmes, built in the face of budget shortfalls that bedevil prisons across the continent. -Zoe Alsop
This project is about my transition from a path of chaos to one of healing. For the past decade, my life has been a blur of movement. The healthy parts of my life fell away: family, friends, love. I found myself in a space between worlds: a visitor to everything around me, a stranger to my own life. I had a crossroads approaching, a choice to be made. I choose to thread the fractured pieces of my life back into place.
Life is havoc for those caught in the cycle of drug abuse in San Francisco’s Tenderloin District. This project explores the inner turmoil of the disenfranchised individuals living here. Which is a catharsis for me. As a teenager, I was trapped in my own cycle of substance abuse. This shadow in my past still lingers subconsciously. Attempting to overcome this, I’m using peoples’ experiences with addiction to channel recollections of mypast.
When Dadaab first opened in 1991, it was meant to provide temporary shelter for 90,000 people. Today the camp is quickly approaching half a million Refugees. Located in the North Eastern Province of Kenya it is the largest refugee camp in the world. In July 2011 it was reported that more than 1,000 people were arriving per day and in dire need of assistance. The influx of refugees, due to lack of rains and continued conflict in Somalia has placed great strain on the camps’ resources. Dadaab is comprised of three chronically overcrowded camps: Ifo, Hagadera and Dagahaley. A fourth camp, Ifo II, lies empty despite an announcement by Kenya’s Prime Minister Raila Odinga of its opening. Kenya has dragged it’s feet for the past two years, citing insecurity concerns. With three generations of refugees, and over 6,000 grandchildren of the original arrivals in 91’, there is no sign that anyone will leave anytime soon.
American Dreamscape is a search for ethos and identity. In a culture at contradiction with itself, Dreamscape seeks a common DNA in shared spaces and silent moments. Notions of our character differ greatly, but throughout this vast landscape, contrasts are stifled by similarities and connections amplified by a shared history of common struggles. Our fictionalized and romanticized ideas of Self bend, twist and blur into a reality as we strive, ever westward, into the sunset.
Memento: A Westward Journey
A testament to friendship built on back roads and black top, Memento is a scrapbook of memories captured during a 9,000 mile journey exploring today’s America. From the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, to the shores of California, these snapshots are personal moments to share with friends and family.
Memento is a bridge between two distinctive, personal visions that synchronizes the voices of a shared experience.
Women persisting in their drive to control unwanted pregnancies, in defiance of the criminalization of abortion and the risk to themselves. A juxtaposition of the available termination methods, hygienic settings and overall safety of women procuring abortions based on their class. “Abortion is here to stay whether illegal or legal. The Big question is how safe it is.” “Studies have shown that restrictive abortion laws do not prevent abortions; instead, they prevent access to safe abortion. Limiting access to this procedure is devastating for women’s lives and health, for women’s families and communities, for the health care system and—ultimately—for the country.”
Half-Lives: Chernobyl Workers Now
“After the Chernobyl accident, the world began to fear nuclear energy.” Dmitri Stelmahk told me this during one of my first visits to Slavutich. “Chernobyl” became a household term that depicted images of sick children and the abandon buildings that lined the streets of Pripyat. Until visiting Slavutych, I never imagined the stalwart workers who now decommission the plant or the next generation of families who will inherit its legacy.
“If Pripyat represents destruction and defeat––a lost city, a dead city––then Slavutych is the resurrection,” Slavutych...
Death has left its mark on my life. The shadow has almost taken me from this world on a number of occasions. Each time I’m close to it, I’m blessed with a flood of images: memories and experiences that have shaped who I am today. This has gifted me with a reawakening of those moments I have taken for granted. This project is not a literal rendering of my life, but more of an abstract look at the human experience of death that teaches us to appreciate the moments in between.
Those living in Chester, PA, USA, grow up in an environment where forces everywhere are against them. It is a place where pollution alters cognitive development, violence is commonplace, poverty is oppressive, and jobs are virtually non-existent. In experimenting with multiple exposures, I’m attempting to speak to the complexities that are so tightly woven into their lives.
Photography has often been a window into the parts of my past I could not forget, the depths of my soul I could not understand. But it has also occasionally been a reminder of our world’s simple elegance, a refuge from my personal demons found in the reflection of the beauty of others.
That I have only been able to find this respite from myself in lands that I am tied to by nothing more than the blood in my veins is a curiosity to me, but I take it as proof that there is so much more to who we are than we can ever understand… the voices of our ancestors echoing through our beings, speaking in a unified voice….
A work in progress from the streets of the revolutionary lands of Latin America
Shoot on assignment for AARP Bulletin. Vallejo holds a prominent place in California history. For nearly 150 years, one of the nation’s largest naval shipyards resided here. Now the city is in shambles. In 2008, it was the state’s first city to file for bankruptcy. Poverty and unemployment are on the rise. A surge of foreclosed homes has resulted in an influx of squatters. Three of the city’s nine fire stations are closed. Only a handful of officers now work the street, which has created an environment for criminals to thrive
A document of the renewed fighting in North Kivu, The Democratic Republic of the Congo from October and November of 2008. Although a peace deal was signed between the government and multiple rebel groups at the end of January, CNDP rebel leader General Laurent Nkunda refused to disarm while Rwandan Hutu rebels still operated in the area. On October 30th, 2008, NkundaÌs troops came within kilometers of taking Goma, forcing thousands of displaced Congolese civilians to flee the intense fighting. Nkunda called a ceasefire and withdrew his troops, but fighting continued in the surrounding area. On January 22nd, General Laurent Nkunda was arrested in neighboring Rwanda for war crimes consisting of numerous killings, rapes and torture. Some five million people are estimated to have died as a result of almost 15 years of conflict in DR Congo, following the Rwandan genocide.
I met Tom Rose by chance and I asked if I could make his portrait. I arrived at his house the following day. He told me that a few months earlier he had lost Mary, his wife of sixty years. He was having a hard time dealing with his loss, and we spent a lot of time talking about it.
“You remember something everyday, its memories. And if you don’t have memories, you don’t have anything cause, cause life is but a memory,” Tom says.
Over the course of the next 8 months I continued to visit him and take pictures. He taught me a great deal about life and gave me the opportunity to share his story.
“There is a harvest time for everything in the world. When an orange gets ripe, you either eat it or it rots. When a...
This Story offers a glimpse at the drug wars that raged across Mexico in 2008. Thousands died from Juarez to Chiapas in the bloodiest year of violence in the decades old war. The essay takes a look at the other side of the coin to this story. Instead of covering police actions and press conferences, bodies and bullet holes, it shows the view from the street in some of the most notorious barrios in Mexico and offers a peek at the culture of violence that has sprouted because of this on going travesty.
The Colorado River, a waterway that stretches over 1400 miles from its origins in the Rocky Mountains to the Sea of Cortez, is a dying river. The waterway is now a shell of it’s former self as overpopulation, pollution, over-damning, and global warming all combine to deteriorate not only the natural habitat, but degrade the cultures that historically relied upon its bounty for life.
This extended photo essay chronicles my journey along its shores focusing on the American Southwest and the Northern Baja and Sonora regions of Mexico. From Las Vegas to San Luis del Rio Colorado, a thread of sorrow being suffered by the common people stands in stark contrast to the occasional vein of plenty being enjoyed by the wealthy few.