19
Feb

18 March: Leading a street photography workshop in Suzhou

Exciting news on my end!

I’ll be speaking for the second time at the Suzhou Bookworm International Literary Festival about street photography in China. But this time, after the talk, I’ll be joining participating photogs in the streets to put theories into practice and conclude with some photo-editing and post-shoot discussion.

It’s a bit jam-packed for an afternoon but I think it’ll be wicked fun and useful to any aspiring photographer seeking to define a more personal style in photography and presenting one’s work. Suzhou is only a short train ride (less than half hour) from Shanghai, and the Suzhou Bookworm has an excellent lineup of authors speaking. I hope to see you there!

Street photography in China: A workshop with Sue Anne Tay

Date: 18th March 13:00

Location: Suzhou Bookworm, Gunxiufang 77, Shiquan Road Suzhou (苏州 十全街 滚绣坊 77) Map

Update: Tickets are RMB50 per session (includes complimentary beverage) and can be acquired at Suzhou Bookworm. Or call them at +0312 3269 8547 for alternative ticket arrangements.

For the first time ever, Sue Anne Tay of the popular photo blog Shanghai Street Stories will be conducting a street photography workshop right here in Suzhou. In one afternoon, Sue Anne will discuss the allure of street photography as a way to experience China and share her approach to shooting in Shanghai’s streets. Later, she will lead participants on a shooting jaunt in the busy streets of Suzhou and wrap up the workshop with an informal post-shoot discussion session back at The Bookworm Suzhou.

Workshop Agenda:

- A 1.5 hour talk + Q&A on street photography in China at the Suzhou Bookworm

- A 1 hour photoshoot around the Bookworm

- A 1 hour post-shoot discussion (For participants who are joining the shooting jaunt, they need: digital camera (DSLR, point and shoot, Iphone etc.) and a laptop with accompanying photo-editing software)

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23
Feb

What I am reading this week

I’ve decided to add a spot of photos to this segment, just to spice things up a little. I found this young man wandering in the vintage books market by the Confucious Temple (孔子庙) this weekend. He looked like he belonged in an artist colony in Beijing. Speaking of which, I’m off to the Capital for the weekend. Enjoy!

-  I love Elliot Erwitt’s work, how can anyone not be charmed by his wit and humor? Enjoy Erwitt’s “Sequentially Yours”, juxtapositions of vignettes and moments taken at short intervals that tell a fleeting tale. Guarantee to inspire chuckles.

British photographer Paul Graham tries to do the same with his new book, Present. ”.. two good pictures, or sometimes three, taken seconds apart, with only a slight shift of vantage point and a minor adjustment of focus in between them, but which, when placed together, mimic our own visual experience of moving through the world.”

- I’ve been following Kristy Mitchell’s work for years. To call her breathtaking work photography does little justice to her boundless creativity and genius when it comes to conveying stories with beautiful models and self-constructed, intricate props. I urge you to have a look at her latest work “The White Queen” as part of her “Wonderland” portfolio. In the interview, she shares her inspiration for the project and how she spent almost 6 months developing it.

- A storm of debate continues to swirl around Samuel Aranda’s 2011 World Press Photo of the Year win depicting a fully-covered Yemini woman clutching her wounded son. David Campbell says to look past the endless opinions and excessive critiques, and see the work as it is. He quoted Aranda who explained observations of his Pieta-like composition:

“It was not intentional…You know how it is in these situations – it was really tense and chaotic. In these situations, you just shoot photos. It is what it is. We’re just photographers. I consider myself just a worker. I just witness what is going on in front of me, and shoots photos. That’s it.”

But the best has to be Blake Andrews’ belly-clutchingly hilarious critique on the overly fussy interpretations of Aranda’s work. He also teaches us, tongue-in-cheek, how you too can secure a World Press Photo nomination next year.

- “Out in the cold: China’s petitioners“ by Singapore photojournalist, Sim Chi Yin who is based in Beijing. After losing their property to illegal land seizures, pensioners travel to Beijing to seek recourse from the central government, often to no avail. All they have are a few worldly possessions barely enough to clothe and feed them, no money and thinning patience.

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22
Feb

Winter walking

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It was only a few weeks ago, the cold and dampness of Shanghai’s winter had gotten to me in the worst possible way.

Hibernation swiftly took over and I stubbornly refused to get out of bed on the weekends. One Saturday afternoon, I woke up groggy, my heart and bones felt heavy as if trying to break out of a funk. I stared out of my window to see overcast skies and a dull fog. Grey seemed to constantly plague my weekends. I crawled back into bed.

I have often thought to myself that there was simply no excuse for bad weather to get in the way of shooting. We are reflecting society as is, and bad weather, warts and all, are exactly that. I knew deep down the most amazing pictures would come out of people fighting rain and cold. Nature versus man! Authenticity! I thought, yet laughing at the absurdity of my city-mindset. I lived in Shanghai, for pete’s sake.

And so it went for days, then weeks.

Then suddenly, there was a buzz around me. Sunshine this coming weekend! A colleague clutched my arm to exclaim. strawberries picking! Window shopping! Hot coffees in the streets! Picnicking!

Satuday came and it was half of what had been promised. Sunshine bathed busy streets. Frowns and hunched backs turned briefly into easy smiles and relaxed postures. I counted on two hands, youngsters snacking on ice-creams even when their breath was visible as they spoke.

In my first hour of walking, the camera felt unwieldy, almost alien in my palm. Still, it felt good to be get my rhythm back, measuring people and distance on my 35mm. Children were screaming as they played thieves and robbers in alleys. Shopkeepers joked back and forth. Loud conversations and the clattering of mahjong tiles drifted out of open windows.

By the 2nd hour, I pressed deeper into alleys and emerging in equally quiet streets where the temperature fell from the absence of bustling human bodies. The soundtrack of the warm afternoon had dimmed. My cheeks were pinched pink from the brisk air and my fingers felt slightly numb even in my gloves.

Adjectives failed me. I was freezing. As the sun slipped back behind clouds and the proverbial mountain, the evening chill forced bodies indoors, leaving only those out with a purpose. Places to go, bellies to be filled.

Bodies began to hunch again and layers piled on you only see eyes and red noses. Another 12 more hours and good weather will be upon all of us again. I was waiting. For Sunday promised to be as brisk but infinitely cheery.

February 2012

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21
Feb

The bazaars of Kyrgyzstan (part 2): food

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This is a continuation of my series on Kyrgyzstan’s trade bazaars, as part of my 3-weeks in Central Asia last October.

In my last post, I talked about the layout and structure of bazaars in Kyrgyzstan, and how they are major gateways of goods flowing from China, therefore attracting tens of thousands of traders and customers from all over the region.

But as busy as they are haggling for business, there is often a lull around lunch time and tea. It’s quite hard not to contemplate the next meal when the rich smells of roasted spiced meats and baked breads constantly permeate all corners of the bazaar. Not only is the tummy tickled, the eyes are also treated to a feast of color from fresh vegetables and fruit stands, whose produce taste as sweet as they look.

It is unauthentic to omit the important role of food in daily commerce. So in the interest of research, I’ve sampled widely the bazaars’ best cuisine.

Naan is everywhere and a staple in every household. Different from say South Asian naans which are thinner, softer and doughier, Kyrgyz naan are perfectly round, brown edible discs that often have a patterned stamp in the middle. When it comes right out of the oven, the first bite is heavenly. Mindless exploring through alleys had me in the middle of a family bakery where two brothers were turning out hundreds of discs that were cooling on rusted mattress springs. They were readily stacked and wheeled off to sell to nearby markets.

When naan is served, it is customary for hosts, as a sign of respect, to tear the bread into pieces to offer to others. I enjoy pairing it with shashlik, which is also a common Central Asian dish due to the prevalence of mutton. They are essentially skewered cuts of meats that have been marinated in spices (cumin, paprika, pepper, salt etc.) for hours and then grilled and served with raw onions. Shashliks skewers are arranged one bit-sized portion of meat to an equal portion of fat. Thankfully, the naan helps soak up the grease and flattens the sharpness of spice and onions.

Another favorite bazaar snack is samsi, which are small pocket pastries stuffed with chopped up mutton and vegetables. The real kick is the bits of cheap mutton fat which flavors better than it tastes. Widely available at any street corner, samsis are best eaten piping hot as the congealed fat from a samsi sitting too long in an open market is quite a turnoff.

Next are doner kebabs, which I’m pretty sure did not originate in Kyrgyzstan but rather from Middle East and Turkey. Nevertheless, it is simply delicious and appealing to the internationally diverse group of traders working in Kyrgyz bazaars. Slices of lamb wrapped in fresh lettuce and tomatoes and topped with a variety of sauces, I could eat it for every meal. (Well, I almost did.) 

Laghman is a noodle dish popularin Krygyzstan and Xinjiang, China, and believed to be invented by Dungans (Chinese Muslims or ‘Hui’). Thick hand-pulled noodles are served with mutton sauce with peppers and vegetables. In Jalalabad, Kyrgyzstan’s 3rd largest city, I’ve actually had Xinjiang-styled laghman made by a long-time Uigher transplant from Urumuqi, thanks to a Chinese language professor who took us there.

In the fresh food section of the markets, cluttered with spice racks, slaughtered lamb hanging on hooks, endless rows of fruits and vegetables, I always like to watch fresh salads being made.

Cold salads are a Russian (and Soviet) influence in Central Asia. The original inhabitants of Kyrgyzstan (long before it was demarcated as a sovereign country) were nomads who ate mostly what flock they had. Vegetables were not part of their diet. When I first lived in Russia, meals were often laden with cold cuts and salads. As a result, I’ve developed a fondness of the simple salad dish of tomatoes and cucumbers, a fistful of chopped dill, olive oil, lemon and salt and pepper. The flavors are fresh, sharp and cool. Nothing is more satisfying.

These delicious bazaar foods are not limited to Kyrgyzstan and can often be found in other Central Asian countries. But it is the unique mix of Soviet, nomadic, Turkic and Middle Eastern influences that has kept the cuisine firmly regional. I am looking forward to continuing my Central Asian culinary adventures this year.

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17
Feb

What I am reading this week

Yes, two blog post hugs from me in one day. Hopefully to make up for my absence for the last 2 weeks. Enjoy your weekend.

The first photo captivated me and by the end of the short photo essay in NYT Lens, I fell in love. They were like paintings colored by innocence and whimsical charm that fairy tales are made of. Or cartoon postcards that I’d buy as a child after school with my pocket money. If there was a way to romanticise the coldest of winters in Siberia, I believe photographer Evgenia Arbugaeva has done it.

My heart aches whenever I read or hear stories of how young children in China and Russia are packed off to sport schools in the slim hope that they will be the next Olympic champion, all because parents could not afford to support them. When thwarted by injury, they are often disposed and disregarded. Chinese photographer Liu Tao captures a gymnastic school in Fujian province that trains children as young as 2 years old, their soft, vulnerable bones moulded like cheap rubber.

I’ve always been a fan of dystopia novels, my favorite being George Orwell’s 1984. I never though I’d see a good dystopia novel on China and am looking forward to picking up the English translation of “The Fat Years” by Hong Kong author Chan Koonchung. Former NYT journalist and photographer Howard French, whom we’ve interviewed before on his beautiful Shanghai work, does a very interesting review of the book which also happens to be banned in Mainland China.

A highly amusing tale of how the talented Beijing-based Jonah Kessel became a “world famous” photographer chosen to shoot the UNESCO heritage site in Sichuan’s Jiuzhaigou National Park. All because low-level government officials wanted a group of Caucasian-looking photographers. Not at all unusual in China where local companies would “rent a white guy” to show a more “international” face to their business.

Errol Morris: “Pictures are supposed to be worth a thousand words. But a picture unaccompanied by words may not mean anything at all. Do pictures provide evidence? And if so, evidence of what? And, of course, the underlying question: do they tell the truth?

Two accounts of how the former Beijing courtyard home of Liang Sicheng, the author of modern Chinese architecture, was quietly razed to the ground by a government-affiliate real estate company over Chinese New Year. This is in spite of the house being assigned a protected “immovable cultural relic” status by the government. The cruel irony is that the former occupants Liang and his wife had been great champions of preservation of Chinese architectural cultural landmarks.

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17
Feb

The bazaars of Kyrgyzstan (part 1): layout and structure

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(Editor note: It seems that I did not notice the lower resolution when exporting the photos, will sort that tonight. Please bear with me. Resolution sorted, selection of photos altered slightly)

This past week was spent wrestling with an intransigent hard drive, which took its last breath and some recent work I had done along with it. But all is well now and to celebrate, I thought I’d dig into my bursting archive and sharing a little my 3-week trip to Central Asia last October/November.

For two weeks, I was in Kyrgyzstan documenting trade markets, as many readers would know, is one of my favorite things to do. In particular, I was trying to understand the pervasive nature of China’s economic influence at the goods trade level but more importantly, the role of Chinese businesses and their networks in this neighboring yet obscure region.

Kyrgyzstan’s bazaars are huge, with the largest being Dordoy Bazaar, located in Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan’s capital. Traders from all over the region including China, Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan, Turkey and Russia converge to sell and procure goods in large volumes, ranging from white goods (expensive flat screen TVs, refrigerators, washing machines) to consumer products (shampoo, clothing, shoes, toys).

Like all bazaars in Kyrgyzstan, Dordoy is assembled by shipping containers that are stacked up and stretch for miles and miles. The containers, ranging from rusty red, sea blue and deep green, and serve as both storage and shopfronts. The layout of the bazaars is easy and almost grid-like, giving a sense of order amidst the chaos on a busy Sunday.

Stepping into the bazaar, one dives into a kaleidoscope of rich smells, loud sounds and dizzying colors assailing you from all sides. In narrow pathways, customers mingled with mobile hawkers who carried tea and snacks in baskets or push carts to feed he crowds. Every few minutes, laborers carrying giant boxes of stock would bellow in warning as they barrel through. On a clear day, sunlight would pierce through chinks in the roof in a sharp slant, illuminating anyone in the way.

Almost all consumer/appliance products you find in Kyrgyzstan’s largest bazaars are made in China, and a small selection from Russia, Turkey and other neighboring regions. Nevertheless, most China-made products are labelled in Russian as they were to be exported to Russian-speaking regions.

Russian is still commonly spoken in much of Central Asia though since breaking away after the collpase of the Soviet Union, the independent countries have been promoting the use of their own local languages. Kyrgyzstan is especially fierce about advocating Kyrgyz in schools, though many recognize English (and increasingly European languages, Korean and definitely Chinese) offers more employment possibilities. Nevertheless, Russian is a common language of choice for all traders. Accents are heavy but the point is carried across and transactions are eventually completed.

In the next installments of the bazaars of Kyrgyzstan, I look at the delicious bazaar foods.

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01
Feb

“Lou yusheng” and what I am reading this week

I hope you had a very festive Chinese New Year and a restful break (especially for those living in Mainland China who enjoyed a week long hiatus!). I spent mine in Singapore with my family, initially confused by a multiplying brood of my cousins’ nieces and nephews but resolved all reservations by eating my weight in food.

As part of Singaporean and Malaysian Chinese dining customs during CNY, families indulge in “lou yusheng” (捞鱼生). It literally translates into “toss raw fish” but it’s lovelier than it sounds. Family and friends gather around a giant plate of colorful shredded salad and sashimi (all ingredients have a meaning) and begin tossing them as high as possible with chopsticks. At the same time, we’d yell auspicious greetings for propserity, health and happiness. Absolutely fun.

Upon my return, Shanghai’s bitter cold was unwelcoming, almost painful. Hopefully a long photo walk this weekend will sort me out. I’ve also come across many good reads and this week’s post is lengthier than normal to make up for my absence.

- The Atlantic’s In Focus’s roundup of Chinese New Year celebrations around the world is the best so far. But look beyond the dragon dances, lanterns and fireworks. If there is one thing I’d really like to photograph for a prolonged project, is to compare and contrast how others like Vietnamese, Koreans and overseas Chinese celebrate CNY. I get a sense there is a heavier emphasis on customs and traditions that seem missing here in Mainland China, and also with the younger generation of Chinese everywhere.

My favorite photo has to be of Chinese praying at the Dharma Bhakti temple in Jakarta. Void of red and gold tinsel but very striking and traditional. I also came across this piece on how Indonesian Chinese have become slightly wary of standing out especially during CNY. The violent May 1998 riots that led to President Suharto’s exit have placed a great strain on the Chinese community there.

- A short but fascinating historical snapshot of how the Japanese prepared to invade Shanghai in 1932. This led me to original video footage of the Japanese attack on the city. Careful, it can be gruesome.

- I occasionally get questions about how to best capture the Bund in Shanghai. Hands down, it has to be sunrise. The delightful TakeMeToTravel online magazine featured a short story I did about strolling along the Bund at 5:00am on a spring morning.

- Nothing has inspired me more to take to Shanghai’s streets at night and discover the other face of the city, than the wide ranging and probing photo essay “Moscow Never Sleeps” by Gerd Ludwig. I saw elements of the underbelly when I lived in Moscow but never its sleaziest and darkest moments. The best part of this National Geographic feature is the elegant essay about Moscow after midnight, penned by novelist Martin Cruz Smith. What? You’ve never read Gorky Park and Inspector Renko? Pick up a copy, then thank me.

- I’ve mentioned before Bharat Choudhary’s powerful photography which challenges stereotypes of Muslims in the US and Europe. New York Times’ Lens has featured him.

- Martin Parr’s blog post “Photograhic Clichés” has been dutifully making the rounds online, which has led all photographers to reflect on how many we’re guilty of. Mine? It has to be:

” 4. The Nostalgic gaze. Photographers love to shoot a factory, a shop, a club or some institution that is about to close. We, of course, welcome and praise the sense of community that is threatened.”

Laced with a hint of snark, I know. This has inspired me to write up a list of “Photographic Cliches in Shanghai”. If you have opinions to add, the stronger the better, write me!

As always, I’m spreading knowledge and cheer via the blog’s Facebook page and Twitter.

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19
Jan

What I am reading this week

- Suspicion can make an environment hostile to a camera, as American National Public Radio (NPR) photographer David Gilkey discovered on his 16 day Trans-Siberian journey. Sometimes, we compromise on the original vision of how you want to shoot something. We’ve all been there in one situation or another. The Iphone has proven handy as an inconspicuous alternative, as have other smaller toy cameras and point and shoot.

I love the interactive project “Russia by Rail” put together by NPR, with excellent writing, audio and slideshows. Russia holds a soft spot for me, and I know one day, I’ll experience the Trans-Siberian route myself. One day.

- Along with millions of Chinese all over the world, I’ve decorated my homes both in Shanghai and Singapore in red and gold, in anticipation of the Year of the Dragon. How many ways can the Dragon be dressed up and gleam? Check this out.

- (Added) Just so you get the idea of the millions of people in China on the move and headed home in time for reunion dinner this Sunday night. Depending on your income and options, all channels are explored be it plane, train, bus, scooter and smuggling in all forms. This year, an expected 31.6 million (yes, imagine the rough population of Canada – 34 million) is expected to hit the road. (h/t Shanghaiist)

- I recently downloaded the podcast of Peter Hessler’s profile of the American crime reporter Jake Adelstein in the New Yorker, and will be sure to enjoy Hessler’s excellent writing. To my pleasant surprise, there is an accompanying photo essay by Haruto Hoshi who shadowed Adelstein through the Tokyo underworld.

- Eve Arnold, the Magnum photographer, passed away early January. All the major papers ran wonderful essays of her best images, including her vulnerable capture of Marilyn Monroe. You can glean more details from her obituary in the NYT. What I didn’t realize how petite she was, which I am as well, and I’ve always wondered if size mattered a great deal in perspective. Arnold was famed for her fearlessness and power, which I thought made her an inspiring role model for petite women (and photographers) everywhere.

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17
Jan

And the dragons come aflutter …

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The din of nearby crowds rivaled the incessant car honking as I alighted by the main road. Mustering great vigor, I dove into the busy pedestrian area around the Fuyou Lu Wholesale Market (福佑批发市场) near Yuyuan (豫园). My mission was to acquire some decorations to bring home to Singapore to alert our neighbors that yes, Chinese New Year is coming and this time, the Dragon will breathe fire into the new year while the Rabbit scampers away, never to return until 11 years later.

The smell of street snacks mingled with loud bargaining by hawkers and customers alike. Festivities don’t officially get underway until next Sunday but the buzz and cheer of the most important holiday for many Chinese all over the world are already in full swing.

The street was awashed in swaths of red cloth and paper laced in glittering bits of gold. The endless paraphernalia associated with celebrating Chinese New Year never fails to amaze me. Last year’s shiny posters of gold-detailed rabbits have been replaced by dragons that reflect every mood: cute, regal, tacky, fierce and prosperous. The Year of the Dragon is deemed a good one – for babies, for businesses, for weddings and anyone who believes in the auspicious symbolism it embodies.

In the background, Chinese New Year songs blared at every corner, ranging from the traditional gongs and songs to sped-up techno, none of which did anything to sooth the tic developing in the corner of my eye.

Besides the dragon, the other traditional symbols of prosperity and wealth sold well among shoppers: hanging mobiles of fish, ancient Chinese ingots, firecrackers, all 12 zodiac animals bundled together and lanterns. I found myself tangled with two other matrons trying to pay for my Dragon posters, so overwhelmingly massive, the God of Wealth would be blind to miss my home. Next to me, an older gentleman amused himself with a stuffed toy hammer shaped like a dragon that irritatingly parroted “Gongxi Facai! 恭喜发财!Gongxi Facai! 恭喜发财!” over and over again as you bashed it on its head.

I imagined nimble hands all over the province of Guangdong working at blinding speeds through December and early January, churning out all these .. things … to satiate the depthless appetites of heady consumers.

Chinese New Year is not complete just with decorations. Grandmothers swarmed candy stores to stock up on sweet bites for expected visitors during the new year, migrant parents perused toys to bring home, and children took advantage of the festive atmosphere to wrangle presents. Almost everyone was seeking something new to wear or adorn themselves with. I watched a woman, hands red and puffy from excessive dish washing, stroking a gold bracelet lustfully as her daughter tugged her arm for a snack.

Not to be outdone by the shops, entrepreneurial mobile hawkers lined up in the middle of the pedestrian street to peddle even more (if at all possible!) knick knacks. A tall striking man displayed his wares by layering himself with multiple  flutes on strings, enticing passers-by with a lyrical tune. Another cheery man wore a winter hat shaped like a panda and helped children try on similarly shaped hats. Adorable, wind-pinched cheeks peered out under their furry hats at parents unable to resist their innocent glee.

And just like last year, I emerged slightly rumpled but triumphant with my procured decorations. Each January, I vowed never to throw myself at the mercy of Fuyou Lu at this time of the year. But I cave each time for it has become a festive ritual, and if you’re in town, I encourage you to do the same.

Just remember, hands tucked in on the sides, stiffen the spine and dive headfirst into the crowd.

January 2012

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13
Jan

What I am reading this week

- David Campbell, who teaches International Multimedia Journalism as part of the Beijing Foreign Studies/ Bolton University joint MA program, had environmental activist photographer Lu Guang as his guest speaker. Lu spoke about his resilience in documenting the many ongoing environmental crises in China despite the consequences.

Bottom up activism against environmental problems in China is very much alive as more Chinese are seeing a clean and safe environment to live in as a fundamental human right. NYT Lens did an excellent feature of Lu Gang’s work last year while NetEase (translated into English) interviewed Lu on how he overcomes the multiple challenges in capturing China’s many environmental crises.

- Lu Guang was also awarded the W. Eugene Smith Grant in Humanistic Photography. W. Eugene Smith was a LIFE magazine photographer was known for his vivid and gruesome coverage of the Pacific Theatre of World War II (as well as his “incessant perfectionism and thorny personality”). Here, Life republished Smith’s 1948 feature “Country Doctor”, an intimate portrait into the life of general practitioner Ernest Ceriani in rural Colorado. Considered one of the finest pieces of photojournalism of his time. Smith’s other iconic photo of mercury poisoning in Minamata Japan in 1956 was “Tomoko Uemura in Her Bath”. Devastating.

- Amidst the news of renewed economic sanctions against Iran as it builds up its suspected nuclear program, The Atlantic’s In Focus puts together a series of photos that more accurately reflects Iran’s people and society. A pleasant and alternative look into Iran’s youth, strong and independent women in action and day-to-day life.

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