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Book Piracy in Peru
Claudia Alva’s photographs of an investigation of book piracy in Peru.
Protest is an exhibition of historical and contemporary works by sixteen artists concerned with the sociopolitical issues of their day.
Means of Transport
‘Use these photos as means of transport. Ride on them. No passes needed. Go close. Imprudently close. They leave every minute.’
‘When I first worked here, the neighbourhood was not called Alphabet City. It was the Puerto Rican part of the Lower East Side and the Puerto Ricans called it Loisaida, low-ee-SIGH-da, a new York-Puerto Rican version of Lower East Side.’
Christmas in Bavaria
‘Bergtesgaden was, for some time, the home town of both Adolf Hitler and Dieter Eckhardt, the father of national socialism.’
In 2007 Katherine Boo travelled to Annawadi – a slum built on Mumbai Airport land – to document the lives of the families living there.
‘I was bored. That was how it started. Anything I ever did that amounted to anything–or not–has always been the result of being sick of doing something else.’
An investigation of how historical racial factors shape memory, heritage and political and interpersonal relations in Louisiana and Mississippi.
Caravan of Freedom
When Fidel Castro died, his funeral procession was called a ‘Caravan of Freedom’, and extended 900km, from Santiago to Havana.
For the visual essay in Granta112: Pakistan, we collaborated with Green Cardamom – an organisation which focuses on international contemporary art viewed from an Indian Ocean perspective. With their help, we selected fourteen prominent figures from the contemporary art scene in Pakistan, and reproduced their work in the magazine.
‘Good heavens, old boy! It isn't the Russians we worry about; it's the British public that we don't want to know about it.’
About the Cover
‘My attempts are mocked by the monstrosities that leer up at me from the page.’
Letters to Omar
‘His mail became part of the control process his interrogators exercised.’
‘The viewer has to pour their own unconscious into interpreting these images, make them their own, allow themselves to be encouraged by the existence of a void.’
‘It was an isolated incident, and there had been no official or unofficial communication about it.’
‘From this, I developed the idea of the kingfisher’s search for a nest taking place over the course of a day, and this day being a microcosm of her world and a greater search for home and for meaning.’
The Canada Pictures
‘In the year leading up to this I started collecting objects that, in some way, evoked a sense of Canadianness in me.’
Photography: The Paris Intifada
Nick Danziger’s photographs of the troubled Paris suburb of Bagneux.
A selection of photographs from the Arctic archipelago Svarlbard.
Our Day Will Come: Loyalist, Republican
Stephen Dock explores a divided Belfast and reflects on the economic hardship that affects both side.
About the Cover
‘I took myself off to the woods, the fragments of the great forests that once spread over our continent.’
My Last Day at Seventeen: Portraits from Russell Heights
Doug DuBois captures life at Russell Heights, a housing estate ‘of uncertain vintage that sits on Spy Hill above Cork harbour’.
Before They Began to Shrink
‘The numbers killed at Aughrim that day will never be known.’
Halle by Day
‘Partly as a result of emissions from these plants, but more particularly because brown coal is burnt in private houses, Halle has the highest level of air pollution in Germany.’
Children’s Section, Gradinari House
‘Gradinari House is thirty kilometres from Bucharest. One hundred and fifteen children live here.’
For Granta 102, Paul Farley and Niall Griffiths returned to Netherley, on Liverpool’s north-eastern rim and the fringes of rural Lancashire, and to what remains of the housing estate where they grew up.
Kwangju and After
‘Some people said they were not ‘with’ the students. They were not in favour of the use of arms. But they were of one voice in saying that the students were their sons, and that if the army came in the students would be put to death. That was why they kept saying: “Tell the truth about us.”’