THE PALESTINIAN TERRITORIES // MAY 2012
Have lost a blonde, 1.80m, blue eyes. I’ll pass by again.
FRANCE // OCTOBER 2014
LA REUNION/FRANCE // MAY 2013
n style=”font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;”>In Germany. punk is not dead, just badly spelt.
GERMANY // AUGUST 2017
Never say the Germans won’t go deep if they make an effort. And with THC too!
GERMANY // AUGUST 2017
As Thais experience more and more military surveillance, it is wise to keep one’s political views to oneself.
THAILAND // JUNE 2015
A reminder of social injustice – Oxford Street, London
UK // JULY 2017
THE PALESTINIAN TERRITORIES // MAY 2012
And don’t forget….Fuck Everything
GERMANY // APRIL 2016
Tattoo artist Ona Cots in front of her mural in progress in Siem Reap.
CAMBODIA // MAY 2017
Perfection Offends the Gods, Stay Simple, Get Weird
CAMBODIA // AUGUST 2015
”I am not as nasty as racism, fraud, conflict of interest, homophobia, sexual assault, transphobia, white supremacy, misogyny, ignorance, white privilege, … your daughter being your favourite sex symbol, like your wet dreams infused with your own genes. Yeah, I’m a nasty woman – a loud, vulgar, proud woman.”
Nina Donovan, Nasty Woman
GERMANY // OCTOBER 2016
On a night of storms, I opened the door and the window
To see the hardened moon of our nights.
I said to the night: Run out,
Beyond the darkness and the wall;
I have a promise to keep with words and light.
You are my virgin garden
As long as our songs
Are swords when we draw them.
And you are as faithful as grain
So long as our songs
Keep alive the fertile soil when we plant them.
You are like a palm tree in the mind:
Neither storm nor woodsman’s ax can fell it.
Its braids uncut
By the beasts of desert and forest
But I am the exiled one behind wall and door,
Shelter me in the warmth of your gaze.
Take me, wherever you are,
Take me, however you are.
To be restored to the warmth of face and body,
To the light of heart and eye,
To the salt of bread and song,
To the taste of earth and homeland.
Shelter me in the warmth of your gaze,
Take me, a panel of almond wood, in the cottage of sorrows,
Take me, a verse from the book of my tragedy,
Take me, a plaything or a stone from the house,
So that our next generation may recall
The path of return to our home.
Mahmoud Darwich, A Lover From Palestine [excerpts]
PALESTINIAN TERRITORIES // MAY 2012
Come on baby, eat the rich,
Put the bite on the son of a bitch,
Don’t mess around, don’t give me no switch,
C’mon baby eat the rich
– Motörhead
GERMANY // OCTOBER 2016
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
‘I Will Not Let Anyone Walk Through My Mind With Their Dirty Feet’ – Gandhi
INDIA // JUNE 2016