Miguel Rio Branco – Nada Levarei Quando Morrer

When I die I will take nothing, those who owe me I will charge in hell

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Kowloon Walled City – Hong Kong

Images and captions by Greg Girard from his book City of Darkness


Kowloon Walled City, 1987



Kwong Ming Street, Kowloon Walled City, 1989



Mail Delivery, Kowloon Walled City, 1989



BBQ Meat Factory, 1990



Heroin User, Walled City Rooftop, 1987



Metal grate protects temple from garbage, thrown from upper floors, 1989


The Kowloon Walled City in Hong Kong was once the most densely populated place on earth, a teeming hive of interlinking high-rises that few dared to enter but 33,000 people called home. Demolished two decades ago, the virtually lawless labyrinth is now a park.

Paul Tang Kam -cheung was a teenager when he joined the Hong Fat Shan triad gang – later known as the 14K – in the 1950s. The gang’s activities included narcotic trafficking, illegal gambling, and operating strip clubs and brothels. Mr. Tang became a heroin addict and did jail time for robbery and drugs. He moved out of the Walled City after converting to Christianity and becoming a pastor.

Watch the interactive presentation of the city from the WSJ.

Galpao da Araujo Barreto – a testimony of a place that no longer exists

A project by Sebastian Liste
















This project is a testimony of a place that no longer exists.

In 2003, dozens of families occupied the “Galpao da Araujo Barreto”, an abandoned chocolate factory in Salvador de Bahia, Brazil. Prior to establishing themselves in this place, these families lived throughout the dangerous streets of the city, but tired of living with so much violence and despair they came together to seize this deserted factory, which lay in ruins, and they transformed it into a home for themselves.

Since 2009, I have been documenting the community of Barreto. From my studies in sociology, I understood that this was a unique community. This vast subculture within the greater city became one extended family. They created a microcosm in which the problems of drugs, prostitution and violence could be tackled with the support of the community.

Read more at noorimages.com

More about Sebastian Liste

saints. – Panos Kefalos






“Three years in the making, ‘saints’ is a personal journey in the private universe of a group of Afghan children living in Athens. Working very closely with them, photographer Panos Kefalos explores their everyday life, their games and their dreams and documents the interaction and influence of the adult world (with its overtones of war and violence) and the hardships they have to endure, constantly putting their innocence to the test.”
– Panos Kefalos

Check out his work at www.panoskefalos.com

Buy his book here

URSOMORTO – Fabricio Brambatti

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O melhor banheiro é sempre o da nossa casa. Ocupação – São Paulo

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Fabricio Brambatti Photographer and movie director based in São Paulo – Brasil

Member of angustia.photo – Director at iconoclast.tv

Dimitris Ntokos




*2013* Photo @dimbouras #scarab #mural #dimitrisntokos

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Iakovos Volkov

#installation #clothes #found #athens #abandoned #circle #iakovosvolkov

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From his blog iakovosvolkov.blogspot.com.br

Iakovos Volkov (NAR) was born in Novorossiysk, Russia in 1982 and in 1991 moved to Greece. Currently lives and works in Athens. Since he was a child, streets have been the ultimate place for inspiration and personal expression. In recent years, his desperate need for unconstrained creativity and lack of money led him to collect materials that most people usually throw away and been neglected next to garbage bins, in abandoned buildings and ex industrial zones. Iakovos makes surprising and unexpected constructions and in situ installations with found objects such as clothes, toys, shoes, fabric etc. Not only outdoor but also indoor, he is experimenting with materials such as fuel oil, nails, threads, cans, making constructions, engraves on spray‐cans, burns carpets forming shapes from shadows and do anything else that inspires him. He spends all of his time in what he does, just creating.

www.iakovosvolkov.com

Saul Williams – The Stone Bench

By Chryde

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It was Saul that came to us with something specific in mind: he wanted to do a movie under the city, in the catacombs of Paris. The “real ones”, the ones that are hard and illegal to access. The ones without guides or stacked up skulls simply there for show. He hoped we were crazy enough to follow him underground. And we were.

You might as well get in the mood. Close the windows of your office, disable your notifications, and start loading the video. You can even dim the lights. Set the video in full screen mode, put on a good set of headphones, and immerse yourself in the music for 30 minutes.
No doubt you will then feel the intensity of the experience. Those eight hours spent underground with Saul Williams. Off we go.

It was Saul that came to us with something specific in mind: he wanted to do a movie under the city, in the catacombs of Paris. The “real ones”, the ones that are hard and illegal to access. The ones without guides or stacked up skulls simply there for show. He hoped we were crazy enough to follow him underground. And we were.
François recruited one of his catacomb-lover friends and we bought the required equipment. François and Colin went off on a half a day of spotting and preparing the location and tried to figure out how the crew would survive… We were alas ready to take Saul and his musicians with us.

Those galleries sure are unwelcoming. They are cold and as damp as they get. Most of them are flooded, others are just wide enough to thread your way through. You need to climb, to duck, to bend yourself, walk for hours knee high in water with your frontal flashlight for only guide.
You need to fight cramps, get your equipment through an opening before painfully following it in, walk in pitch black and when you eventually discover a larger room, take a deep breath… and play.

In this claustrophobic, dark atmosphere, the build, the presence and the voice of Saul Williams are enhanced. His howling echoes, his gaze is penetrating, his voice is composed when he goes into an impro as powerful as a sermon. When only the dimming light of a mass of candles remains, when the crew is beat and embarks in the peaceful conclusion of this journey during a calm and restful song, the power can still be felt. It is diffuse. Saul inspires rest.

Voilà, show’s over. 30 minutes. Freedom. They had been there for eight hours.

Translated by Helena Kaschel

Taken from blogotheque.net/