Being Foreign, or Why I Don’t Understand Mexico Part II

Originally posted on Soonest Mended:

By Robert Blakslee

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I’ve been living in Mexico for quite some time now. Life is good; my city is safe, rent is cheap, I like the food and it’s cheap too. But always and forever, in ways both obvious and subtle, I’m a foreigner, an eternal visitor. The only time I’ve been taken for a Mexican, to my knowledge, I was at a bar. It was very loud, so the girl mustn’t have heard my accent very clearly, and when I mentioned something about being an American (‘gringo’), she said something to the tune of, “Huh, you’re American? I thought you were just super ‘fresa’.” ‘Fresa’ literally means strawberry in Spanish, but in Mexico it means something like preppy, spoiled, and out of touch with reality. At the time I didn’t know this and thought she was saying I was very red.

But to be honest, as a foreigner I…

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In And Out of Place

Originally posted on Landscapes of Cairo:

This week features a piece by Sara Salem, a PhD scholar based in Cairo.

Throughout my life I have gone through different phases in terms of relating to where I am from or where I belong. Growing up in Zambia with an Egyptian father and Dutch mother meant that a restless feeling of not quite being settled was always part of my life. During my teenage years I remember this expressing itself as a dramatic quest to find out “who I am” and “where I belong”—something that should probably be attributed to the fiction I liked to read or drama shows I liked to watch rather than some universal human need to belong somewhere. I quickly grew out of that and the question didn’t seem to matter so much anymore. When I was 16, I moved to Egypt, when I was 22, I moved to the Netherlands, and for now…

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How I Was Saved From the Titanic (1912)

Originally posted on The Yesteryear Gazette:

(From the San Francisco Call – June 2, 1912)

A Survivor of the Most Dramatic Marine Disaster in the World’s History – Told Exclusively to Readers of the Semi-Monthly Magazine Section

By Charlotte Collyer

R.M.S.  Embarking on Fatal Maiden VoyageOf the many shocking things that I remember in connection with the lost Titanic, there is one impression that will never leave me. It is the irony of the faith that I had in the big ship. “She is unsinkable,” I had been told; “she is the safest boat afloat.” I had never been on an ocean voyage, and I was afraid of the sea. But I listened to the people who said: “Take the new Titanic. She cannot come to any harm. New inventions have made her safe; and then, the officers will be extra careful on her first trip.” That sounded as if it must be true; and so Harvey, my husband, and our…

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Achieving visual consistency

Originally posted on Ming Thein | Photographer:

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One of the questions I’m asked also (unsurprisingly) happens to be one of the biggest challenges for a lot of people: how to achieve visual consistency across multiple systems/ cameras/ media, and across multiple subjects. Though the latter is really getting into the question of what constitutes style and how can one consistently apply it, there are still things you can do to ensure that you are in control of the final presentation: not your camera. I certainly cannot tell a client ‘sorry, it looks different because I used two different cameras.’

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Christian Werner in Post-War Iraq: A Photographer Investigates a Health Crisis

Originally posted on LightBox:

Photojournalist Christian Werner made the following images on two trips to Iraq in 2012.


On a gray day in April 2012, an elderly woman walked out of the Sadr Teaching Hospital in Basra carrying two plastic bags. Once across the road, she crept through hundreds of small piles of concrete, each marking a grave in the children’s cemetery, and into a small room. Her daughter had just given birth to two stillborn fetuses and asked her to immediately bury the bodies. The woman gently laid the bags on a stone table, then left. A man untied the bags, poured a bucket of water over the corpses as he hummed a Koranic verse, wrapped them in white linen and placed them in the ground.

German photojournalist Christian Werner witnessed four of those burials during his first trip to Iraq. He was there to document what some believe may be the effects of contamination from metals in munitions fired during the…

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Pele and Bobby Moore

Originally posted on Iconic Photos:

Iconic Photos looks back on one of the greatest moments of soccer and of sportsmanship. 

England and Brazil came into the 1970 world cup in Mexico with high hopes. England were the reigning champions; Brazil, the winners of 1958 and 1962, lost embarrassingly and were kicked out at the group stage in 1966. Now they were back, with a team of “five number 10s” – Pele, Jairzinho, Rivelino, Gerson and Tostao.

Many people predicted that the groupmatch between England and Brazil would be the dress rehearsal for the eventual inevitable final. It wasn’t, but the match in did not disappoint. Even today, even those who do not know much about football and its history (like your writer) would recognize the iconic moments from this match: Alan Ball’s and Jeff Astle’s misses, Bobby Moore’s tackle on Pele and, of course, Gordon Banks’s remarkable save from Pele’s header, which had been repeatedly called the best save…

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My Mom’s Music & Pol Pot: Happenings in January 1976

Originally posted on Creative Thresholds:

by Megan Volpert

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My mother turned eighteen years old on the same Monday Pol Pot presided over the ratification of Democratic Kampuchea’s new Constitution. She was one year short of drinking age, with no other legal freedoms worth claiming except the delayed gratification of a right to vote against Ford that following winter. Cambodia’s new regime had little to say about the right to vote, except in Article Six, where the distribution of representation among members of the legislative body is outlined as 150 for the peasants, 50 for other working people, and 50 for the revolutionary army. Those 250 people get to elect the administration, as long as they elect Pol Pot. This was Year Zero, where everybody not eligible to vote was eligible to assist the Khmer Rouge in its grand new vision of communism by marching off to dig themselves a slice of mass grave. This…

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Oresund Sunset Explosion by eyeofalens

Originally posted on Aquamosh's Blog:

Please pop this on black for an Oresund Sunset Explosion

Well I new that the Oresund stretch between Sweden & Denmark can put on some remarkable sunsets delivered by nature & after again keeping an eye on the sky & seeing what the clouds & sun were doing yesterday evening I made the 10 mins drive & knee deep wade to the this remarkable location. I couldn’t believe how still it was …like a glass mirror & for the Oresund thats remarkable as Skane is know as a very windy location . This image is not as still as it was when I arrived when it truly was like glass & is just one of many images captured on a very remarkable evening …but still I know this place can deliver more.
All I have done to the image is tonality & high dynamic control, pulled on the shadows of…

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