During the concert of the Norwey group The Cumshots, Tommy Hol Elingsen, 28 years and Leona Johansson, 21, took the stage, they stripped and had sex in front of the public. It has been shown a billboard to inform that the couple was saving the amazon forest.
During this first performance they have raised 15.000$ from the public but anyone have accepted it. “I don’t see how this can help the rainforest’s safeguard ” said Lars Lovold, director of the Rainforest Founfation Norway and added “we usually accept donations but we say no only if money come from illegal activities “. Tommy and Leona, after that first action, have decided to proceed alone. They define their selves ecoporn activist and today, 10 years after the concert, their website fuckforforest.comfinances each year safety projects for the amazon forest with thousands of euros.
According to a paper of the World Bank on world poverty, Burundi is one of the poorest Countries of the world. Some years ago I’ve been sent here to realize together with an ONG a reportage that could tell the daily life of the people who lives with less than a dollar per day (in this case, not less than 6 cents). So I arrived to Buga village, a few huts spread in a muddy hill, lost in the poorest region of the Country. For many days I couldn’t make a picture that could make any sense. I couldn’t leave the inevitable cliché of the hungry Africa. This is the iconography to which we are becoming indifferent. I’ve started asking my self if I was able to narrate this to a person that, in his house, would read it on a newspaper full of advertising. In the West having money means to have buying power: we accumulate goods, objects, and wealth symbols. But how many object does a person that lives with less than one dollar a day have? What does he safeguard and use on his daily life? I’ve asked to the citizens of Buga to pose for me together with the most precious things that they had. Each of them told me about the small story that linked them to that particular object. These are the stories that I’ve listened to.
The impressive International Center of Culture and Arts of The impressive International center of culture and arts of Ukraine dominates Independence Square from on high. During the soviet occupation, the building was sadly known as the Kgb location, where there were kidnappings, murders and tortures, so much that after the independence it where grounded a crux on the outside as a memory of the committed crimes. During the long months of the Kiev protest the palace was occupied by the demonstrators and used as a logistic center and dormitory. During the days between the 18th and 21th of February, the area was rushed by the Berkut departments of anti insurrection and just after two days being conquered again by the protesters.
When I enter into the building, the floors are almost deserted I just meet some jackals that trails himself looking for some stuff to recover.
On the undergrounds they say to have found 10 bodies, they tell me about how 14 guys barricaded their selves on the soviet fallout shelter, about how the special forces have intimidated to leave them starving, about how, after hours of claustrophobia, the guys have surrendered and opened the door and how, hours later, they have been tortured. On the silence, the armored walls scream out blood and panic moments, I slightly move trying to pick up the invisible horror.
Our staff photographers are taking over @luzphotoInstagram account for a week each. Andrea Frazzetta @andrea_frazzetta will post from March 13th to March 19th while in Burma working in collaboration with an NGO.
There is a new emergency growing with the European crisis: the impossibility to have access to the health institutions by the economically weak categories.
To narrate this still not well known phenomenon, I have decided to travel to Spain and Greece, on the hearth of the Europe affected by the crisis where the continuous cuts to sanity dictated by the spending review have transformed a recovery, a medical visit and a simple medication, into luxury goods. The protagonists of this reportage are Laura, Thiago, Landi Fan, Eduardo, Chaoki, Elsa, Wilmer, Gian and Antonis. I’ve knocked to their doors and I’ve been welcomed on their houses with affection but also shame. For them it was difficult to narrate to an unknown person with a camera, the loss of their job and the impossibility to pay for the medical expenses to curate their wife’s cancer or the retroviral for HIV that can permit to see their daughter growing up. For me instead, it was difficult to accept that all of this is happening in my Europe, the Europe of Rights. I’ve shared with them an uncertainty of a future that continue to rise into my mind, still after having left behind me the doors of their houses.
"What is home to you? To me what is thought of as a traditional home (apartment, house, etc) is not my home, that will pass away one day like I will. Then I will go to the Other Side, that is my home to me.
P.S. I live my life with my future home in mind as I live in this temporary home, storing up wealth that can be spent only in my permanent home.”
The photographer Piero Martinello has won 2012 LUZ Fellowship with his work “Il libro dei radicali”. Thanks to this he’s creating a new project for which we ask your help: if you know a female figure that looks alike the women of the famous paintings by Piero della Francesca, please write to firstname.lastname@example.org; The faces selected will be photographed during a shooting at Circus Studio in Milan and will appear in the new book “Radicalis”.
You find references of the paintings on the following photos
"In my life Congo has been a blink of an eye. I was completely disoriented.
I only know that when I came back the first time I said: I hate it.
I hate Kivu. I hate the Interahamwe, the Hutu and Tutsi. The mud that makes the streets slippery as ice. I hate the holes deep as hell that brake my back. The smog that smothers me; the smell of corpse, of hunger, of misery combined at the smell of the wood that rises on the african sunrise, from the deepness of the Masisi mountains.
I hate fish and its pungent stench that permeate my nose, dresses and mouth.
I hate the black ground of Goma, hard as hate, darker than the darkness that surrounds it
I even hate mangos. Those fat mangos that fell from the sky of Uvira down on the tinplate roofing as bombs, during the sleep of the night.
I hate General Nkunda.
I hate MONUSCO, CNDP, FDLR and FARDC.
May God collapse on the magma of Nyiagongo.
I said this when I was just came back. And I really meant it.
It was 2009.”
Marco Gualazzini won the Getty Images Grants on ‘13 for his work M23-Kivu and he came back in Congo for the Coltan project.
Don’t miss the chance to have him as a teacher at LUZ Academy!
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