In Honduras the de facto government, headed by Roberto Michelleti Bain, has unleashed Operation Bloodhound to harass and disperse the demonstrators in support of constitutional president, José Manuel Zelaya.

The operation began September 22, 2009 after a day of strenuous demonstrations in which Hondurans celebrated the return of the elected president Zelaya, who had been illegally deported in a coup.

CAITLIN DUENNEBIER | The Devil & Mother Duennebier

MY MOTHER was diagnosed as a manic-depressive when I was four years old. She displayed erratic behaviour while I was growing up. One moment she would be a child, the next a stranger; on increasingly rare occasions, she would be a friend or a mother. For Mother Duennebier, the Devil embodies everything cruel, reckless and mischievous. Because of her affliction, she has accepted the Devil into her own life.


Facsimile is an investigation of recurring forms and images throughout the history of art. In this investigation, I produce images using chance operations and link the outcome image through research to a historically recognized work of art. I name each of my pieces using both the original date and title of the historical work that is sampled.

PHILIP MOY | Buckets Off

When I was ten, my family picked up and moved to Italy. I left everything that I had ever known behind. My friends and home were now on the other side of the world. Because I didn’t know the language, I entertained myself during the long summers by watching the few movies we had brought from the States. I personally found refuge in Star Wars.

MIGUEL ZENON | Serendipity

Issue 05

Featuring Miguel Zenon

Letter to the Reader, Issue V

Issue V

I do not remember the last time I woke up and remembered a dream. I rarely dream when I sleep, and, if I do, I rarely remember them. Most of my dreaming happens while I am awake.

TIA LESSIN & CARL DEAL | Trouble the Water

Issue V

"What I got, I've been saving it, 'cause I don't want to give it to nobody local. This needs to be worldwide. Cause all the footage I've seen on TV, nobody got what I got. I got right there in the hurricane."

This is how Kimberly Rivers Roberts introduced herself to us, two documentary filmmakers from New York City, when we met at a Red Cross shelter in Central Louisiana two weeks after Hurricane Katrina. She and her husband Scott had just survived the flooding of their city; the huddled in the attic of their two-story home and brought thirty friends and neighbors to safety.


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Charles Harbutt
Jeff Jacobson
Dominic Nahr
Hiroshi Watanabe
Brenda Ann Kenneally
Richard Mosse
John Comerford
Tia Lessin & Carl Deal
Cibele Vieira
Graham Letorney
Miguel Zenón

RICHARD MOSSE | Theatre of War

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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.


Issue 05

It was not until I took up photography in my early thirties that I was able to spend much time around my father. He battled depression, addiction and compulsion all of his life, as did his own father had done, and I am dutifully fulfilling the legacy he left for me. I too have inherited depression, and an addictive and compulsive personality.

I learned everything I know in the rooms of twelve-step recovery programs, held in basements of anonymous churches.


Issue 05

Senseless started as a natural response to recent upheavals in my life. Last year I lost my father after an 11-year battle with cancer – an event that brought home the reality of our ephemeral nature. Then came the economic turmoil that brought so many of us, including myself, face to face with the struggle to survive.

Overwhelmed, I kept to my studio, searching for a new project as a way to come to grips with my new reality. Although things looked the same, they did not mean the same things as before.


Issue 05

"What Times Is It?"
Featuring a Poem by Marnie Andrews &
5 Photographs by Jeff Jacobson



Issue 05

Monkey dancing, known as Sarumawashi in Japanese, evolved over 1,000 years, beginning as a religious ritual to protect warriors’ horses, and growing into a form of festival entertainment performed on city streets, in temples, and at imperial courts across the country.

A group of culturally conscious individuals brought the art form back from the brink of extinction; Sarumawashi survives today, alongside Noh and Kabuki, as one of Japan’s oldest and most traditional art forms.

GRAHAM LETORNEY | Brown’s Nightmare

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Kevon Brown was hospitalized after he had allegedly been beaten by police officers on the night of Friday, August 14, 2009. I arrived moments later as he was recovering from a seizure the reported beating had induced. I tell this story as his neighbor. For me, doing so represents both a need to react and a need to wave a red flag. The first step toward understanding the events of that Friday night is to listen to Kevon’s interview (above). This conversation was recorded early Tuesday morning, August 18, twenty feet from where the incident occurred on Lenox Road, between Flatbush and Bedford Avenue, Brooklyn. The morning of the interview was warm and unusually calm.

DOMINIC NAHR | The Family Connection

Issue 05

The walls that protect my father’s emotions, heart and soul are fortified and high. I was planning to see him in New York as he was passing through on a business trip in 2005. I had not seen him for months. Then his mother, Christa Nahr died March 15 of that year. We both traveled instead to Freiburg, Germany, where her funeral was to be held.

This story is about my father and the twenty-four hours I spent with him back home in the southern German countryside.


Issue 05

Seven years of my life were defined in a single night in 1983, when I snuck out of boarding school to attend a Grateful Dead concert on a crisp fall afternoon. That performance sent me in a direction that would carry me to the very heart of improvisational American music.

The high wire act of Jerry Garcia’s improvisational rock guitar was a gateway to other types of “in the moment” virtuoso musicianship.


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.


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