happy belated birthday to me yay yay! :D
also as my deviantID.
My favourite self-dyptich, ever. >3
..is there anything nicer than feeling sincere to somebody?
© Karin. Please click on the picture to see it on dA.
cipaganti, bdg. plis itu pohon2 jaman belanda jangan ditebangin X |
Setuju. juga semua pohon-pohon tua di lokasi lain. X|
There were elders, kids, friends and (most probably also) family.
They gathered together, no disaproval faces, no negativity.
This is just plain sweet.
Perhaps one of the most sweetest LGBT moment i’ve ever seen.
“No pictures,” someone yelled. I told them I’d stop shooting if they stopped killing him. They didn’t. As the man was set on fire, he began to run. I was framing my next shot when a bare-chested man came into view and swung a machete into his blazing skull. I tried not to smell the burning flesh and shot a few more pictures, but I was losing it and aware that the crowd could turn on me at any time. The victim was moaning in a low, dreadful voice as I left. I got in my car and, once I turned the corner, began to scream. You’re not just a journalist or a human being, you’re a mixture of both, and to try to separate the two is complicated. I’ve often felt guilty about my pictures. I worked in South Africa for years and was shot three times. The fourth and final injury, in Afghanistan in 1999, wasn’t the worst, but I decided enough was enough. I was looking to settle. Nineteen months later, I met my wife.
Photo: Greg Marinovich, Soweto, 1990.