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The Dying Art of Shepherding in Northern Transylvania

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Romanian photographer Remus Tiplea spent almost four years documenting the traditional ways of shepherding in the Oas region of Northern Transylvania. Shepherding used to be not only a profession, but a lifestyle, with traditions passed from a generation to another for hundreds of years. But things are quickly changing, traditional ways are being one by one replaced by more efficient methods of shepherding. And this trend is changing not only the practical side of things, but also the symbolisms and the bond between people and animals.

A Look at Life in the Last-Remaining Villages on the Faroe Islands

Tróndur Patursson, Faroe Islands, 2014

Famous artist and adventurer, Trontur Patursson, in Kirkjabøur, Faroe Islands

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Norðdepil village on Borðoy island

From the photographer who last showed us images of a community living off-the-grid in a remote Spanish ecovillage, Kevin Faingnaert returns with his latest series Føroyar, which documents the last-remaining villages on the equally remote Faroe Islands.

Violence, Sex, Pills and Hope Along America’s Rust Belt

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65 year old Jesse Boggoss poses for a picture by the window in his living room. “I often sit here and shoot animals,” says Jesse. He is a Vietnam veteran and suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder. “I see Vietnamese soldiers in the forest in my dreams,” Jesse says. He is also a former miner, but he had to give up because of the hardship and poor health conditions in the mines.

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Chelse (21) together with her boyfriend Eric and Alvin in her mother’s trailer close to Beckley, West Virginia. They smoke OxyContin before going out for a party on Halloween. With 1.8 million people and more than 500 dying of overdose every year, West Virginia is pill state number one in the U.S.

Coal was once the lifeblood of small towns like Beckley. But now that these industries have ground to a halt, the communities that once thrived on them have lost their major source of income as a result, sending many into poverty and decline, violence and drug-induced escapism.

Humor and Strangeness Captured in 1960s and 1970s America

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“It is a miracle that most of us survived those years,” reads the accompanying text by Sandra S. Phillips in Kenneth Graves’ photo book: The Home Front. “Some of us—in fact, many of us—didn’t make it. Some of us served in that horrendous and misguided war; some of us escaped to Canada or left for other countries to avoid military service, which, at that time, was not voluntary. Some of us were lost to drugs, or to the civil conflicts in the South, or, later, to the devastating new disease called AIDS, which struck with particular ferocity in San Francisco’s Castro district.”

‘The Poor Man’s Cocaine’ Proliferates in the Slums of Latin America

A child is sleeping on an armchair in full daylight (Lomas de Zamora, southern outskirts of Buenos Aires, Argentina; May 2009). Lomas de Zamora is one of the slums (‘villas’) in which Paco is most widespread.

A child is sleeping on an armchair in full daylight (Lomas de Zamora, southern outskirts of Buenos Aires, Argentina; May 2009). Lomas de Zamora is one of the slums (‘villas’) in which Paco is most widespread.

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Two boys – one of them only twelve years old – smoke Paco in Pelourinho, Salvador de Bahia’s old center (Salvador de Bahia, Brazil; March 2010). Paco’s consumption is common among lower class teenagers all over South America.

In dilapidated slums and ghettos across Buenos Aires, the drug Paco is finding its way into the hands of Argentina’s most vulnerable, enticing boys as young as twelve into its cruel snare. Italian photoreporter Valerio Bispuri has taken on the challenge to document this story from the initial stages of the drug’s production to the effects it’s having on its users and the greater community. The drug, also known as ‘the poor man’s cocaine’ or PBC (pasta básica de cocaine, cocaine base powder), is prepared using the waste product of cocaine and it’s laced with toxic chemicals – sometimes even rat poison. Smoked like crack, the drug has short-lasting effects and takes thirty seconds to act; it is also said to be fifty times more powerful than cocaine itself. In the words of Bispuri, it’s a drug that does not forgive. Produced in illegal laboratories or ‘cocinas’ (kitchens), circulation of Paco is expanding like a ripple effect. Most of these photographs were taken in Argentina, but the project also took Bispuri to places such as Brazil, Paraguay, Peru, and Colombia where the drug is also in circulation.

Radioactive Ruins and Secret Cities Leftover from the Cold War

The Aral Sea I (Officers Housing), Kazakhstan 2011

The Aral Sea I (Officers Housing), Kazakhstan 2011 © Nadav Kander. Courtesy Flowers Gallery

Priozersk XIV (I Was Told She Once Held An Oar), Kazakhstan 2011

Priozersk XIV (I Was Told She Once Held An Oar), Kazakhstan 2011 © Nadav Kander. Courtesy Flowers Gallery

Situated somewhere on the border between Kazakhstan and Russia, sit the radioactive ruins and secret cities leftover from the Cold War. These restricted military sites, unrecognized on the map until long after the Cold War ended, were reserved purely for the pursuits of science and war. Weapon testing and covert scientific studies took place here as the Russians vied to compete with the kind of bombs America was dropping on Japan at the time. As soon as word of these newly-mapped locations reached the naturally inquisitive London-based photographer Nadav Kander, he immediately set out to investigate, compelled by the secrets of the past and the aesthetics of destruction he so loves.

Accidental Art Discovered in Hong Kong’s Alleyways

Michael Wolf, ‘Informal Solutions’, Hong Kong 2003-2016

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Michael Wolf, ‘Informal Solutions’, Hong Kong 2003-2016

In Hong Kong, where on average there are around 6,700 people to a single sq. km, personal space is much too valued to go wasted. German photographer Michael Wolf, who has lived in the city for 22 years, has since developed a fascination with the solace and tiny eccentricities of Hong Kong’s back alleys where one can catch a moment’s quiet before stepping out again into the surge of the main street or back into a steamy kitchen. Wolf’s new book entitled Informal Solutions – Observations in Hong Kong Back Alleys, was launched in January this year and contains 1637 colour images, the result of thirteen years back alley exploration.

‘Childhood in the Raw’: the Poetry and Pain of Growing Up

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“My memories are of running barefoot, building tree huts, and raiding our veggie garden,” says New Zealand-based Niki Boon of her early years coming of age on her parents’ farm. Now a mother herself, she makes her home along the a rolling ten acres of bucolic hinterland, through which her children dance in tandem with the steady flow of nearby rivers.

Cecil the Lion Remembered In Bittersweet Photos

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This is Cecil when he had twenty or more lions in his family. Here, a lioness pays her respects. October 21, 2012.

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This image was taken on the last morning that Brent ever saw Cecil. He and Jericho were interested in something on the other side of the railway line. May 27, 2015.

“On the left is full protection, and on the right is danger,” says photographer and lion researcher Brent Stapelkamp of the railway line that borders Hwange National Park, Zimbabwe. In the summer of 2015, Cecil the 13-year-old Katanga lion was lured onto the wrong side of the tracks, where he was killed, skinned, and decapitated by a trophy hunter. Stapelkamp had tracked Cecil for nearly a decade, and long after media attention moved away from the famous lion, it was the researcher who stayed amongst his pride.

Sex, Drugs, and Heartache at a Hostel in Nicaragua

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It seemed like something out of a storybook. There was music and fanciful costumes, and everyone danced, barefoot and nymphlike. Melbourne-based photographer Rebecca Rütten stayed three months in what she’d come to know as Never-Never Land, a hostel on an island in Nicaragua where everything was mad and beautiful and where ultimately, nothing was what it first appeared to be.

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