Short dispatches from the field: observations, fragments, readings, encounters, and details gathered before they become larger stories or simply remain notes.
Ten minutes of improvised dance at BASE Milano. A week later, the photographs opened a question about calling, freedom, and the lives we make together.
Burkinabè photographer Warren Sare joins "A Bag of Stories" to share a vision shaped by memory, dialogue, resistance, and social justice. This essay opens a new series from Burkina Faso, rooted in the experience of " Je Suis la Rue."
We have never made so many images, and perhaps we have never spent so much time asking photography to prove its own importance. There may be another way: move the photographer away from the center, and ask what an image can actually do in the life of someone else.
Seven years after photographing Foto/Industria in Bologna, we returned to images that appeared to document an exhibition. What we found was a larger story about matter, labour, memory and the temporary forms we create from the world.
What if traveling well begins not with knowing where we are going, but with learning how to arrive? Marine biologist Yacciry Ahuja Jiménez reflects on science, ancestral knowledge, and the invisible things we carry across borders.
This is the first story in a new "A Bag of Stories" series exploring Ethiopian culture through the practices, materials, places, and forms of knowledge that shape everyday life. We begin with food: with teff, and with the work that comes before injera.
In places where public welfare is thin and formal employment scarce, millions of people build livelihoods one sale at a time. The informal economy should not be romanticized but neither should it be treated as disorder to be erased.
Walking through fifty years of Graciela Iturbide’s photographs in Uruapan, I found myself thinking less about photographic style than about something harder to preserve: the ability to encounter the world without already knowing what the picture should be.
Walking through Sebastião Salgado’s Amazônia, I entered as an admirer. I left still moved by its beauty, but carrying a harder question: when photography makes us care through wonder, what might that same beauty leave outside the frame?
