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‘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.’
A Guide to the City of Beirut
‘In Beirut, a well reveals layer upon layer, generation after generation, of ruins.’
Walled City of Hong Kong
‘I first went to Kowloon’s Walled City in 1987 with a Chinese friend. I returned there alone in the summer of last year.’
An Escape from Kampala
‘‘Be brave,’ she said, ‘pull yourself together. What you are about to see is worse than you ever imagined.’ She asked if I knew what Winston Churchill had called Uganda. He had called it the pearl of Africa.’
Means of Transport
‘Use these photos as means of transport. Ride on them. No passes needed. Go close. Imprudently close. They leave every minute.’
The Atlantic Wall
This chain of Nazi fortifications stretching from the Norwegian Arctic to France’s western frontier with Spain is one of Europe’s least acknowledged monuments.
‘Die Hel is a remote valley in the Swartburg Mountains of the south-western Cape.’
Can Cambodia recover from its past?
These photographs accompany Elena Lesley’s dispatch from Anlong Veng, Cambodia.
‘I saw cuts, burns, broken limbs, heart attacks, and then, what's inside the human body.’
The Emily Dickinson Series
The Emily Dickinson Series is a collection of collages by Janet Malcolm that appear in Granta 126: do you remember.
‘Today the Oglala Lakota live in the shadow of Wounded Knee on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation.’
‘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.’
Photography: The Paris Intifada
Nick Danziger’s photographs of the troubled Paris suburb of Bagneux.
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.
Darcy Padilla's ‘Julie’ is not only a devastating portrait of a woman enduring the horrors of poverty and addiction but also a legacy of a relationship between subject and photographer that spanned decades.
Pakistani truck art
‘Truck artists transform village rickshaws, city buses and commercial trucks into a procession of moving colour.’
The East Anglians
For nearly a decade, Justin Partyka has been photographing rural lives in East Anglia.
A Sparrow Fallen
‘a sparrow fallen; / blackness of pain shimmering / hard in soft white light’
The Structure of Things Here
‘In our structures we South Africans tend to declare ourselves quite nakedly, sometimes eloquently, and rarely with dissimulation.’
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.
The violence the retablos depict, the calamities of fate, weather, accidents or of illness, move us because they distil so powerfully what we already know all too well.
Eye For An Eye: A Chronicle of Northern Ireland (Part One)
‘Belfast. There was a sound of glass breaking all over the city and a roar. Nine bomb blasts went off simultaneously in Belfast and five other cities: Newry on the border; Armargh; Londonderry; Portadown, the industrial city; and Lisburn, the Protestant northern enclave.’
Mordros: The Sound of the Sea
Kurt Jackson is an environmentalist, ecologist and one of Britain’s leading artists.
‘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.’
Pilgrims in Ireland
‘The bareness of this land was beyond anything I had imagined, but in the faces of these men, in their postures, their prayers, there was something that felt very familiar to me.’