RICHARD MOSSE | Via Warsaw
Issue 10
MAYRA MONTERO | On the Brevity of Life
Issue 10
There is a small staircase that leads to the sea, and she usually goes down it slowly, wrapped in a long terrycloth robe with the hem dragging in the sand. She is ageless, or she is as old as one wants to imagine. The skin on her athletic thighs and her strong arms has not stretched much: it sags there, and also on her chest and around her neck. It is not simply a matter of wrinkles: these are the folds of eternity. Lana is very old.
JEFF JACOBSON | In the USA
Issue 10
Beckie's Sculpture, Amherst, Ma. 2010
RICHARD MOSSE | VIA Haiti
Issue 09
Designed during the Cold War in conjunction with the US military, Kodak Aerochrome reveals a spectrum of light beyond what the human eye can perceive; discerning between living vegetation and camouflage—between life and death.
MAYRA MONTERO | For Miguelina
Issue 09
She is way too quiet, and she rarely smiles; I have never seen her look into anyone’s eyes, or sit down to gaze at the scenery; she moves noiselessly and speaks in murmurs; she is capable of working twelve or fourteen hours in a row. She’s sixteen years old and still does not know what she will do when she grows up. But she doesn’t dream or remember her dreams, either—or perhaps she doesn’t want to remember them, which is also understandable.
JEFF JACOBSON | In the USA
Issue 09
Sidney, Nebraska, cemetery, gravestone of Native American
JEFF JACOBSON | In the USA
Issue 08
Little Beaverkill, Mt Tremper, NY 2006
LARRY FINK | Biography
BRIGITTE GRIGNET | Chiloe: La Cruze Del Sur
Issue 06
In 1974, I was six. I was in Belgium and I had never heard words such as exile, torture, dictatorship, junta, or desaparecido. My mother had a pupil, Pilar, a Chilean girl who came to live in our small industrial suburb with her family to escape the regime of dictator Augusto Pinochet, who had seized power in a military coup in 1973. Everything about her was unfamiliar to me: her language, why she had to leave her country…even her name. I imagined other stories, other lands, and other people, images that stayed with me for a long time.
SERENDIPITY | Celebrating One Year of Publishing
MAYRA MONTERO | The Brightest Flower
Issue 07
One quiet afternoon during Lent, not long after she turned 100, Madame Lulú gazed off into space, breathed a small sigh that could easily have been taken for a yawn, and like someone letting go of a little bone he’s had stuck in his throat a long time, said: You were wrong to kill yourself, Pablito. She said it in French, which she only used when she was really angry, or on the few occasions when she was very happy.
LARRY FINK | The Beats
Issue 07
Imagine the years, which have passed between these pictures and now. Here I am, graying, experienced, with hope and strain and some fame; with the Octopus, its social tentacles flailing around themselves; the adult that I am, as convoluted as any adult is…through long streets of gain and short bursts of pain. How many cows can one milk in a day?
JEFF JACOBSON | In the USA
Issue 07
Diner, Lone Pine, California, 2009
JEFF JACOBSON | In the USA
Issue 06
Sundance, Mt. Tremper, NY
MIGUEL ZENON | Serendipity
Issue 05
Featuring Miguel Zenon
RICHARD MOSSE | Theatre of War
Issue 05
Theatre of War was shot from the columned poolside terraces and French windows of Uday Hussein's palace in the Jebel Makhoul mountain range in central Iraq. Uday's father, Saddam, and his brother, Qusay, had their own separate palaces in this complex overlooking the River Tigris.Destroyed by U.S. Airforce JDAM bombing in 2003, these spectacular ruins become an epic stage for US soldiers to gesticulate and exhibit themselves self-consciously within the theatre of war.
JEFF JACOBSON | In the USA
Issue 05
"What Times Is It?"Featuring a Poem by Marnie Andrews &
5 Photographs by Jeff Jacobson
RICHARD MOSSE | Biography
CHARLES HARBUTT | Metaphoros
Issue 05
I was born nearsighted, or myopic. Everything more than a few inches from my face was a blur with little detail. I did not know there was anything unusual about it. I thought everyone saw the world that way. Myopia made every day an adventure. Wow, was that a bear coming in the front door? Ah, no, it was just mom in her fur coat. Every moment was full of possibilities and I had to figure out what was actually going on.
CHARLES HARBUTT | Biography
ADRIANA TERESA | Serendipity
Issue 01
Featuring a poem by Eladia Blázquez
JEFF JACOBSON | In the USA
Issue 04
Mojave National Preserve, Ca.
MAYRA MONTERO | Pollack (Pollack The Man)
Issue 03
TODAY I SAW MY FATHER’S HOUSE. I saw it just as it had been, with the stone façade and the circular terrace. It was in a book about architecture, a birthday present that my wife’s best friend Sara brought me. When she said, “Take a look Esteban, the houses of Havana,” I had a premonition. I don’t know why I thought I would find it there. Or yes, I think I know: the house was quite famous in its time. It had what was called a Roman bath, which was just an intimate pool, a bubble dreamed up for who knows what madness. And in that bath, in that ironical chamber, I attained bitterness and indifference. I destroyed my life at the age of ten.
JEFF JACOBSON | In the USA
Issue 03
Kitty Hawk, NC
MAYRA MONTERO | Biography
JEFF JACOBSON | In the USA
Issue 02
Deer In The Headlights, Miller Road, Mt. Tremper, NY 2008
JEFF JACOBSON | In the USA
Issue 1.5
Marnie Looking Out The Bedroom Window. Mt. Tremper, NY 2006
JEFF JACOBSON | In the USA
Issue 01
Harlem, election night, 2008
ADRIANA TERESA | Biography
JEFF JACOBSON | Biography
