For six years, I lived down the street from the largest counterfeit Euro factory in Europe. The soccer team I played on would often have friendly games in Secondigliano, the heroin capital of the world. Several friends of mine knew people who had been “disappeared” and subsequently replaced by the Mafia. Needless to say, growing up in Naples, Italy, where crime is rampant and silence is bought, was tough. I remember being hooked on the Wired two-part saga, “The Rise and Fall of Silk Road,” a profile of a young drug lord. Reading about a grimy, drug-ridden world of crime similar to the one I grew up down the street from was a turning point in my life. I was captivated by the nuanced, powerful narrative, and have been engrossed with Wired’s storytelling ever since. …show more content…
Growing up in multicultural communities shaped my visual storytelling and influenced my background in photojournalism and social documentary and design. Working in newsrooms in Washington, D.C. honed my ability to juggle deadlines, perform well under pressure and seek new, engaging ways to convey stories visually. Through internships with Vox Media and USA Today, I’ve gained rich industry experience and In my time at Vox, I covered local news, neighborhood profiles, special events, and political turmoil. The first time I stepped into the Capitol Building was on assignment — one that culminated in meeting Elizabeth Warren and Time Magazine trying to license my photos. In my current internship at the World Wildlife Fund, I assist with shoots, conduct photo research, maintain an archive, and perform creative and administrative tasks as assigned. Beyond my professional experience, for six months, I studied technique, studio lightning and printing at one of the oldest photography universities in
For my museum selection I decided to attend Texas State University’s Wittliff Collection. When I arrived, there was no one else there besides me and the librarian. To be honest, I probably would have never gone to an art museum if my teacher didn’t require me to. This was my first time attending the Wittliff Collection, thus I asked the librarian, “Is there any other artwork besides Southwestern and Mexican photography?” She answered, “No, the Wittliff is known only for Southwestern and Mexican photography.” I smiled with a sense of embarrassment and continued to view the different photos. As I walked through Wittliff, I became overwhelmed with all of the different types of photography. There were so many amazing pieces that it became difficult to select which one to write about. However, I finally managed to choose three unique photography pieces by Alinka Echeverria, Geoff Winningham, and Keith Carter.
Johnson, Brooks. Photography Speaks: 150 Photographers on their Art.” New York: Aperture Foundation Inc., 2004. Print.
“The documentary tradition as a continually developing “record” that is made in so many ways, with different voices and vision, intents and concerns, and with each contributor, finally, needing to meet a personal text” (Coles 218). Coles writes “The Tradition: Fact and Fiction” and describes the process of documenting, and what it is to be a documentarian. He clearly explains through many examples and across disciplines that there is no “fact or fiction” but it is intertwined, all in the eye of the maker. The documentarian shows human actuality; they each design their own work to their own standards based on personal opinion, values, interest and whom they want the art to appeal to. Coles uses famous, well-known photographers such as Dorthea Lange and Walker Evans, who show the political angle in their documentations and the method of cropping in the process of making the photo capture exactly what the photographer wants the audience to view. In this paper I will use outside sources that support and expand on Coles ideas with focus on human actuality, the interiority of a photograph, and the emotional impact of cropping.
It’s his compassion for his subjects and his commitment to them that surpasses the act of making a pretty picture. Spending days with his subjects in the slums of Harlem or the hardly developed mountains of West Virginia, he immerses himself into the frequently bitter life of his next award-winning photo. Often including word for word text of testimonials recorded by junkies and destitute farmers, Richards is able to provide an unbiased portrayal. All he has done is to select and make us look at the faces of the ignored, opinions and reactions left to be made by the viewer. Have you ever been at the beach safely shielded by a dark pair of sunglasses and just watched?
Philadelphia is the heights rat of crim in the USA over 30-40 homicides crimes per month and drug related crimes. This links in with the other text that we are looking at, the novel “Damage done” and how is shows that sometimes facts get in the way of a good story. This all promotes the current view Australia has one drugs, the way that there is supposably an ice epidemic happing. This document follows Theroux around Philadelphia’s drug action streets while he does interviews with the criminals and follows the police around finding out what is really happing out on the streets of Philadelphia. Some events that where selected to promote this view to the audiences was the interview with the street boys, showing just how carpeted Philadelphia is how they talk of “code of silence – never snitch!”. There was all so the confronting images of the dead body left in the abandoned house, from a suspected over does on ice. The drug issue in Philadelphia is represented in way that it controls the streets nothing ever happens unless its drug related. These parts have been purposely highlighted throughout the documentary to get the most dramatic message across to the views, as dose the novel. Tis representation achieves the goal of getting the message across of how street gangs and drugs are becoming to rules the streets. This message impacts and effects the way the audients sees this type of action and making them believe that it is taking place all around them. This documentary is to inform and promote the understanding of these types of actions, this is all so done with some help of filming
Malcolm X stated that, “the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed and loving the people who are doing the oppressing”. The media thrives for ratings and increasing the outreach of their shows and sponsors. They want to increase numbers of viewers and if they have to report unfairly or ignore some things they will do that. In bell hook’s article, “In Our Glory: Photography and Black Life”, she talks about how photography gave great opportunities for African Americans to combat stereotypes and show their true colors. However, as technology advanced and media outlets spread, photographic technology in black life turned towards a darker road. A road of oppression. While bell hooks was initially correct that photographic technology combatted stereotypes of African Americans, the media today perpetuates them for ratings and views.
Due to the criminal aspects of the drug world, participants are extremely sensitive to the risk of being publicly outed as members of illegitimate enterprises. As a result, Adler and her husband took on the veiled facade and daily activities of people enmeshed in the social world of drug dealers and smugglers.
Eugene Richards has had a long and celebrated career of documenting the perils of humanity. He is a photographer, writer, teacher, and storyteller for the common people. He has nine books to his name, which can attest to these titles. In his first monograph, Few Comforts of Surprises, he tackled the pains of poverty in the Arkansas Delta. He also miraculously found his way into an Emergency Room to make his award winning The Knife and Gun Club. In his latest book titled Cocaine True Cocaine Blue (1994), Richards goes into three of the most drug plagued, and crime ridden areas of America: East New York; North Philadelphia; and the Red Hook Housing Project in Brooklyn, New York.
It is obvious that most parents around the globe like their children to be educated. In today’s world, education means higher living standards due to the globalization of industry and competence. My parents are an example for such ambition of pushing children into the intimacy of studying to guarantee a sustainable future. Even thought my family lives in one of the highly educated districts in Baghdad, most parents in this district believe that education is a subjective matter. Therefore, the only goal of students in my district is to attain a minimum passing grade because nobody asks them more than that, even their teachers. In other words, students consider school as a community to have fun instead of earning knowledge. The main reason for such behavior is due to the political situation of Iraq before 2003. At that time, even though a person may hold a degree in engineering, he would work for the government with little salary that is not enough for living. Therefore, educated people at that time have no value for education; they simply know that college education is not enough to build a successful carrier. They feel
Photojournalism plays a critical role in the way we capture and understand the reality of a particular moment in time. As a way of documenting history, the ability to create meaning through images contributes to a transparent media through exacting the truth of a moment. By capturing the surreal world and presenting it in a narrative that is relatable to its audience, allows the image to create a fair and accurate representation of reality.
All my life ,I’ve always wanted to be someone in life who can actually make a difference to this world in a positive way. Ever since I was a little girl I pushed myself to always best I can be just . I lived in a town outside Los Angeles, California , it was called Van Nuys,California.The elementary school (Kittridge Elementary) I had went to was in a low income area, mainly spanish community had lived in the area I was living in at the time .I had a lot of friends (mainly mexicans) I focused a lot on being on time for school , staying on task in class, and finishing my homework. At such a young age I had felt such ambition and was doing very good for myself. At the age of 10 was when reality start to really hit me , even though I was very young I started to see things differently.
On 04/29/17, at 1:58pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 2002 Bairsford Drive on an injury-possible dangerous or vicious dog, owner known. I arrived at the location and spoke to victim Joe Battle. Mr. Battle stated on 04/28/17 at approximately 2:50pm, he was dropping off a male minor at the location from school. As he was approaching the house with the minor, a female minor was waiting at the screen door. Next to her was a black/grey large mix breed dog. Mr. Battle stated he seen the dog barking and when the female minor opened the screen door to let the male minor into the house the dog came out and chased Mr. Battle. The dog bit Mr. Battle on the left leg. Mr. Battle stated the dog broke skin, but he didn’t go to the hospital
As a child, I witnessed my brother and sister leave school before they were 17, and then they tried to make a steady income off of narcotics. Now they both sit in cells. As I matured I noticed that it was apparent for me to just be part of the cycle. I never gained the support I felt I needed to overcome what would be the status quo for me, so as an adolescent I agreed to what I believed was the only path for me, one that follows the path of my siblings. As I grew older, becoming more independent, the feeling of regret hovered me every time I entered a classroom. The feeling that I could've done better, the feeling that I could amount to something more than what is expected of me. As I tuned my priorities to school, I began to find a pathway. I took a class in 9th grade titled
Newton, Julianne H. The Burden of Visual Truth: The Role of Photojournalism in Mediating Reality. Mahwah, NJ: Lawrence Erlbaum Associates, 2001. Print.
“I’m going to take a shower and get dressed then since testing will happen soon.” I said, crunching on my last morsel of bacon. I walked to the bathroom with my handful of clothes and turned on the water. I stood in the steaming hot shower as shut my eyes. My mind wandered and pretty soon the shower shut off, like it always does on it’s ten minute timer. Sighing I stepped out, got dressed, and began combing my messy hair.