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Behind the wall.
It takes a while for me to get the hang of Checkpoint 300. Eventually a corridor in nude concrete and steel, half prison half abattoir, delivers me in a street cul-de-sac’d by the wall. Closed shops and scraps of paper … Continue reading
Posted in Israel, Middle East, Palestine
Tagged Abu, Aida, Amman, Arafat, Army, Art, Asia, Banksy, Bethlehem, Bibi, Camp, Concrete, Flash bang, Graffiti, Hamas, Hezbollah, Holy Land, Islam, Israel, Jesus, Manger, Middle East, Nasrallah, Nativity Square, Palestine, Peace, Peace in the Middle East, People, People watching, Photography, Rachel, Rain, Refugee, Religion, Road, Roadblock, Security Wall, Segregation, Settlement, Skunk water, Sponge granate, Stencils, Stinger granade, Street photography, Terrorism, Tomb, TWA 840, UN, Urban photography, Wall, Walled Off, Walled Off Hotel, Yassin, Yitzhak Rabin
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You Were Filthy But Fine.
“You were filthy but fine” sang James Murphy in that LCD Soundsystem jewel that is New York I Love You But You’re Bringing Me Down and I, for once, think that it could very well fit to Beirut. Spotless, it certainly … Continue reading
Posted in Lebanon, Middle East
Tagged Antiques, Arabic, Armenia, Armenia street, Art, Cedar, Dust, God, Graffiti, Lebanese Civil War, Lebanon, Middle East, Murales, Photographer, Protests, Stencil, Street, Street art, Writing, You Stink
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Approaching Beirut.
Beirut, Paris of the East. Beirut, mother of laws. Beirut, the city that can be Rio, Miami and 1943 Stalingrad all within the same block. Beirut, the filthy. Beirut, the ironic (another French legacy I suspect). Beirut, you’ve got the … Continue reading
Posted in Lebanon, Middle East
Tagged Beirut, Cedars, Civil War, France, Graffiti, Holiday Inn Beirut, Lebanon, Mediterranean, Middle East, Phoenicia, Rubbish, Sunset
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Lavapiés
Downtown Madrid was being swept away by a Eat, pray, love-like typhoon. Everywhere I turned, all I could see were tourists in search for anything that was artisanal, local and – why not – gluten free as well. In the Mercado … Continue reading
On the walls: Graffiti of Rio
Graffiti, in Rio, are ubiquitous. Sometimes they are nothing more than annoying clutter on our cities’ walls, petty vandalism and damages to other people’s property, but sometimes they have a purpose, a function. In Beyoglu, at the core of Istanbul’s … Continue reading
The stubborn resilience of life
Ruins. Peeled paint. Rust. Dust. Walls tilted to impossible angles, defying gravity. Roofs caving in. Empty plots strewn with rubbish. Stray animals. These are some of the features that welcome the visitor in Tbilisi’s old town and, there’s no way … Continue reading
Posted in Europe, Georgia
Tagged Decay, Georgia, Graffiti, History, Old Tbilisi, Politics, Preservation, Street photography, Tbilisi, Urban exploration, Urban photography, Urbex
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Marseillais Graffiti – A photo essay (Part II)
As promised in the previous instalment, here’s the second part of my photo essay about Marseille’s street art. Graffiti are, without a shadow of a doubt, the main actor on the stage that are the Panier’s walls. But it’d be … Continue reading
Marseillais Graffiti – A photo essay
As with many other cities in France, Marseille has a tough stance on graffiti. Fines and prosecution for taggers are serious business and, unlike neighbouring Italy, vandalising public properties is no longer condoned as an unsuppressable physical need felt by … Continue reading
