And don’t forget….Fuck Everything
GERMANY // APRIL 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
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
“There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it’s all dark.” – Pink Floyd
Headphone bar in Barcelona
SPAIN // AUGUST 2010
As counter-cultural subcultures are becoming a thing of the past in Europe and the US, they continue to thrive in the developing world. Perhaps young people in the West feel that they have nothing left to fight against, perhaps they are inundated with so much information that communal self expression is now simply a fad that flickers across one’s screen.
Sure, in Asia and South America, sub culture can be just as much an expression of disposable income by the middle classes as in the West, but counter-cultural fashions from the West are being morphed into local voices of protest in countries like Nepal, Indonesia, Burma and Malaysia.
Punk rock lives on in Kathmandu.
NEPAL // NOVEMBER 2011
“You cannot enter a better world without breaking in.”
FRANCE // JUNE 2014