Resistance is futile. Resistance is everywhere.
GERMANY // SEPTEMBER 2014
Guest post by Anonymous.
ETHIOPIA // FEBRUARY 2017
Poster of theatre perfomance, part of an exhibition about Polish writer Tadeusz Różewicz in Breslau.
POLAND // SEPTEMBER 2016
Celebrated photo journalist Steve McCurry, who recently started calling himself a ‘visual story teller’ after some of his images were found to be photo-shopped, at the opening of his Lifetime of Work exhibition in Bangkok, posing for selfies with fans in front of his iconic image of Sharbat Gula. Gula who was recently arrested, incarcerated and deported from Pakistan to Afghanistan and while the creator of her portrait, one of the best known photographs in the world, is a celebrity, Gula, the portrait’s subject remains ostracized and disenfranchised.
THAILAND // NOVEMBER 2016
Plainclothes policeman singularly unimpressed with foreigners pointing their camera during political campaigning leading up to legislative elections in Zagora, Morocco.
MOROCCO // OCTOBER 2016
Guest post by Steve Sandford
THAILAND // FEBRUARY 2017
Ferdinand Marcos was president of the Philippines from 1965 to 1986, when he was overthrown by a revolt – dubbed the People Power revolution – and forced to flee into exile to Hawaii, where he died in 1989.
His body was returned to the Philippines in 1993 and has since been kept in a refrigerated crypt in a mausoleum in his hometown of Batac, Ilocos Norte, 470km north of Manila.
In 2004, Transparency International, the anti-corruption watchdog, named Marcos the second most corrupt leader of all time, behind Indonesian authoritarian ruler Suharto.
Despite public opposition, Marcos was buried in a heroes’ cemetery in the capital in a ceremony shrouded in secrecy in November 2016.
Text by Al Jazeera
Guest post by Andrew Marshall
THE PHILIPPINES // JANUARY 2017
Up to a 100 million sharks are killed every year to supply the Chinese thirst for shark fin soup, a dish that tastes of nothing and costs a fortune. The Chinese shark fin mafia is a criminal and global concern, fishing illegally as far away as central America, often in protected waters while paying off weak and corrupt local governments. Once the sharks, the top of the oceanic food chain, are gone, major collapse of some sea creatures is expected. Just another case of greedy fucking humans.
For more information on the illegal killing of sharks for cash, check out Rob Stewart’s excellent documentary Sharkwater.
THAILAND // OCTOBER 2016
‘I Will Not Let Anyone Walk Through My Mind With Their Dirty Feet’ – Gandhi
INDIA // JUNE 2016
Guest post by Anonymous
JAPAN // JANUARY 2017
The car Kennedy got shot in, code name SS-100-X. Once they’d cleaned the Lincoln Continental up and added armor plating, the death mobile resumed its role as a presidential limousine for President Lyndon B. Johnson until 1967.
Guest post by Scott Nicholson
USA // DECEMBER 2016
Donald Trump has been in power for a month. And the world is a different place. The old, tired, kleptocratic two party system in the US is all but broken, replaced by a delusional narcissist who’s making America great again.
GERMANY// OCTOBER 2016
The crowd surges forward. The singer, a 40 something skinny white guy, screams into the microphone, which has been taped to the top of a camera stand. The room is so hot that water drops from the ceiling. The linoleum is coming off the floor as long torn rolls of dirty plastic. The drums thud like painful bowel movements, the guitars sing like angle-grinders. The entire room feeds back and one has the feeling of being inside the moving turbine of an airliner. But it’s not unpleasant. It´s punk rock. The only lights come from a projector and a bed side table lamp. The bar sells little more than beer. A man in front of me bumps into a big woman who falls heavily. For a second it looks like she is going straight through the floor, but the building remains structurally intact. A young muscular punk with a Mohawk and a T Shirt that reads ‘Teach your children to worship Satan’ is trying to hang sheets across the broken windows – the cops have already been around once tonight, concerned about the noise. The skinny old white guy starts screaming again. The crowd, unkempt, lost souls in need of a wash for the most part, pogo and dance, drink and scream like there’s no tomorrow.
New York? London? Paris? Berlin?
No, this is Bangkok, Thailand. Welcome to the Overstay, the city’ s dirtiest, skuzziest, most alternative music venue and hotel. It’s 3am on a Saturday night and the no-name punk band clears the stage. The audience, young low-budget wasters – hippies and crusties, punks, freeloaders and the confused – have trolled in from the near-by Khao San Road, Bangkok’s backpacker ghetto, bringing a few Thai night lights – rock chicks, tattooed hard men and other lonely souls with them. There’s one more band to play. Waiting for them is like waiting for the end of the world – everything at the Overstay is slightly apocalyptic, starting with the toilets and including all other aspects of this cheap flop house cum music venue.
In fact, the Overstay is so much more than a hotel, bar or club – in its hallowed existence, the establishment has managed to ignite a shit storm of negative publicity on the Internet, garnering shocked reviews for its one-dollar rooms (free in low season) on Trip Advisor and many other hotel-booking pages. Reviewers gush forth hundreds of words, warning fellow travelers about the pitfalls of the Overstay – dirty, unsafe, noisy as hell, with the foreign owner allegedly enslaving those who can no longer pay into running errands. And yet, some of those very same reviewers stay four nights. Beats me.
Prior to its current incarnation, the Overstay had a much more traditional function. The building, located in Thonburi, east of the Chao Praya River, was a brothel. It’s said that two murders took place in there during its glory days. A resident ghost is rumored to haunt the building, but I never did venture into the toilets and hence missed him/her.
As the next and last band, The Klong Riders, get ready for their show, the audience, tanked on Leo and Chang, the cheapest beers available in Thailand and the only ones for sale at the Overstay, has a chance to meditate on a unique cultural gem – this, for better or worse – is Bangkok’s only squat. It is also the city’s only underground music venue of sorts. The Overstay has no air-con, no cocktails and no chattering ex-pats in ironed polo-shirts with dolled up secretaries in tow. There are no journalists here and even what you might call regular tourists are unlikely to be attracted by the decor and the ambience.
The Overstay is completely horrible and many voices on the Net demand the place is closed down. In 2016, the cops and military busted the place and arrested its owner.Fortunately, the place made a come-back and is still going.
Traditional voices continue to rail against Bangkok’s number one underground venue. It is not safe. It is a shame to Thailand. It would be an embarrassment in any city, and this makes the Overstay vital in Thailand’s capital, an urban sprawl of eleven million people that boasts no alternative music venues. Virtually no rock bands play in this town and those who do are forever in search of clubs to play. Most night spots are either karaoke-hell meat markets, internationally themed pubs in the worst possible taste, or bright, cool and aspiring spaces for the aforementioned chattering classes and wealthy, bored hipsters. Youth rebellion and RocknRoll don’t quite fit into traditional Thai culture. That’s why there are thousands of disenfranchised kids out on the streets every night with nothing to do, smoking amphetamines and racing their souped-up bikes into early teenage graves (or urns, as local culture and faith prescribes). Unlike their adolescent equivalents elsewhere, these kids have no cultural outlet. And they don’t even have an Overstay, as that is dominated by foreigners.
The Klong Riders hit the stage. That´s a largely metaphorical statement, there is no stage as such. The band plugs in on the third floor and roars off, the crowd shakes and screams, they know they are getting their money’s worth – admission is only a dollar and a half. The singer, a tall skinny guy playing his pitch-black semi-acoustic like a machine gun, vomits up his soul and launches into a surf guitar instrumental loud enough to douse the local community in sonic napalm.
Welcome to the Overstay. Check it out. Just don’t use the toilets.
THAILAND // FEBRUARY 2016
Somehow we don’t think the world is improved by religion. Though people keep trying any which way. Giving us fresh targets for amusement that may never run out.
INDIA // JULY 2016
Ghostrider keep riding.
Never stop riding.
Hey, hey, don’t forget to burn, don’t forget to burn.
Burn with fire. With fire, fire, fire, fire!
‘Ghost Rider’ – Suicide
MOROCCO // OCTOBER 2016
George Hanson: You know, this used to be a helluva good country. I can’t understand what’s gone wrong with it.
Billy: Man, everybody got chicken, that’s what happened. Hey, we can’t even get into like, a second-rate hotel, I mean, a second-rate motel, you dig? They think we’re gonna cut their throat or somethin’. They’re scared, man.
George Hanson: They’re not scared of you. They’re scared of what you represent to ’em.
Billy: Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut.
George Hanson: Oh, no. What you represent to them is freedom.
Billy: What the hell is wrong with freedom? That’s what it’s all about.
From Easy Rider
MOROCCO // OCTOBER 2016
The construction of an image.
Press photographers focus in on a young girl running around with the Tricolore at the Front National’s (France’s far right party) headquarters in Paris during the presidential election. Candiate Marine Le Pen won 18% in the first round of the election.
FRANCE // MAY 2012