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Dodho On-Line Magazine Publication! [Spain]

Check out the on-line photography magazine, Dodho, for a special feature by yours truly.  The magazine is originally from Spain, but publishes photography from all over the world.  They published my series of documentary photography from Sarajevo, Bosnia that I did a few years ago called "Mortar Shells and Cigarettes".  I'm also right on their cover photo for their Facebook page as well, which I found to be fun as well.  So if it's been a while since you've seen some of my work from Bosnia.. go check it out!

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One Day I Will Marry a Butcher

Maybe I am jumping to conclusions on this one.  For some reason I just decided that would be the most appropriate thing to do.  I love to photograph butchers.  For some reason I just can't get enough.  So, what would be more appropriate than marrying a butcher?  Maybe becoming a butcher?  I did learn about butchering pigs the other day (pictures to eventually come of that too).  If I marry a butcher, then I can become like that photographer who only photographed his wife in the last part of his wife.  Except my husband would conveniently be a butcher.  Best of both worlds.  Enough said, now onto the brief ode/travelogue of butchers around the world, inspired by this first image taken in a mall yesterday.

Moscow, Russia (did I mention this is in a mall?):

 

 Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic (aka future Christine):

 

 Sarajevo, Bosnia (these two shops were right next to one another in the market):

 

London, England (one of the many eligible butchers who I might marry):

 

Well, enough of that weird burst of confession hour about my love for photographing butchers.

Broken Lines

"When you come to Sarajevo, be prepared and be mature. It might prove to be the most important decision you have ever made in your life. Bring: good shoes which make you walk long and run fast, pants with many pockets, pills for water, Deutsche Marks (small denominations), batteries, matches, jar with vitamins, canned food, drinks and cigarettes. Everything you bring will be consumed or exchanged for useful information. You should know when to skip a meal, when to turn trouble into a joke and be relaxed in impossible moments. Learn not to show emotions and don't be fussy about anything. Be ready to sleep in basements, eager to walk and work surrounded by danger. Give up all your former habits. Use the telephone when it works, laugh when it doesn't. You'll laugh a lot. Despise, don't hate." -Sarajevo Survival Guide by Miroslav Prstojecis for FAMA

War Child

"They call me war kid. I love war. I love guns and war games like Ultimate Conquest. I am war kid. I hate _____. I want to kill all of them. In Bosnia here all we want is peace." -Kenan, 14 years old, a lover, not a fighter, but really a fighter.

Hamu, the accordion player.

Hamu, the accordion player is famous in Bosnia. There are stories of hearing his music and his wailing as he plays from blocks away all over Bosnia. There are accounts of his music being heard since he was just a young boy. He still is a young boy, which must only mean he's been at this since the day he could span his fingers across the keys. He will play for change, for cherries, or for nothing he will still sit on the streets and play.

[Non] Fiction

Before going to Sarajevo, I had an idea in my head of what it would be like. It went something along the lines of carnivals, Beirut playing in the mountains, and Gogol Bordello following me down the street along with other gypsies tagging along. I know I was crazy, but I still had the little hope that Sarajevo would really be like that. It is founded a lot off of this Serbian 1998 film titled Black Cat, White Cat in which, basically all of the above happens. [Note: Serbia and Bosnia are neighbors, once together under the name of Yugoslavia] I knew that it was only a movie, but still having hope as I did find a carnival and get followed by gypsies and accordions and to top the cake, this man asked me to photograph him and it looks like a scene from the film. So perhaps I wasn't completely crazy for thinking the way I did.

A man named Tito [a short story]

There once was a man named Tito. Josip Broz Tito. If there has ever been a man that was loved by a country, it was Tito. As he lived, Yugoslavia was united and happy. Houses, cars, and jobs were raffled off to the people and a group who had various religious and cultural backgrounds were able to come together in one name. Tito died in 1980. A few years later as tensions grew, Yugoslavia broke out with war and broke apart. Tensions are still there, thirty years and wars between Serbia, Croatia, and Bosnia later. There is on thing that still unifies the groups, and that is a love for Tito. His pictures are everywhere, his name spray painted on walls, and the older generations that remember him fondly talk of how wonderful of a leader he was.