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A fighting soul and doubting mind conflicting each other every step of the way.
In the heart of Milan, between skyscrapers and mansions lives in a group of exiles from Dakar.
My parents have only a few photos of themselves from before the Islamic Revolution in Iran. My obsession with these photos, and with the photos we do not have, led to this project: It’s Hard to Kill.
"To be in exile is simply to have left ones country and to be unable to return. Every exile is a different, personal experience…" (Koudelka, interviewed by Caujolle)
“We photograph things to chase them from our mind. My stories are a way of closing the eyes.” Franz Kafka
How the lack of investments and the ethnic discriminations affect daily life of Kurds in Iran.
À la fin du Moyen-Âge, d’étranges voyageurs arrivent en Europe, qui se disent originaires de la "petite Égypte", faisant à rebours l’itinéraire des Croisades. D’où viennent-ils ? Qui sont-ils ? On les appelle "bohémiens", ou "Égyptiens".
The memory in the Freudian conception is made up of active reminiscences who remember about him requiring a psychic work of transformation, manipulation and updating.
This project is a book of photography and a traveling exhibit that will unite visually the Tibetans in exile who are displaced all around the world.
Kingsley, jeune camerounais de 22 ans a traversé l’Afrique subsaharienne puis l’Atlantique sur une embarcation de fortune avant d’entrer clandestinement aux Canaries. Aujourd’hui, il vit en France.
Le Labo Photo Rétine accueille le photographe B. Cantié à l'occasion de la sortie de son nouveau livre 'In Paese, le bruit du souvenir' aux éditions Contrejour.
© Patrick Zachmann. Island of Samos (Greece), August 2009. From the 29th of November to the 28th of January 2014 at...
As part of the program “RESTER PARTIR, le voyage impossible” co-produced by Marseille-Provence 2013, Voies Off Gallery presents Shelter, a photographic project of the dutch artist Henk Wildschut.
At the heart of this series, I am re-envisioning the changes in my family’s life following my father’s death, the self imposed exile that occurred, and the depression that followed.
In 1974, I was six. I was in Belgium and I had never heard words such as “exile” or “dictatorship”. My mother had a pupil, a Chilean girl who had just escaped the regime of dictator Pinochet…
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