http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/index.php PRIVATE international photo review of black and white photography en-us PHP RSS Feed Generator http://www.privatephotoreview.com/img/media/logorss.jpg http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/index.php 80 26 PRIVATE international photo review of black and white photography > 84 pages > format 21x26 cm > 132 photographs The pictures of this issue show economic inequalities as they are today in a way which breaks the stupor of indifference generated by watching antiseptic clean TV programmes of the main news channels. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/review/private.php/riv/70 > 84 pages > format 21x26 cm > 146 photographs Documentary testimony has become a cultural source for different artistic expressions in Israel. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/review/private.php/riv/69 > 84 pages > format 21x26 cm > 101 photographs For more than 10 years, Galerie VU' has been promoting photographers of various ages, nationalities and inspirations. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/review/private.php/riv/68 Photography is an extraordinary instrument for interpreting the Visible Real. It uses the Apparent to challenge retinal perception of Reality and produces sensory forms of the non visible. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/post.php?post=961 2009-10-29 REPORTAGE: The Iron Curtain Diaries 1989-2009 Web Documentary The website The Iron Curtain Diaries will be open "in clear" only for 3 days from h 00:01 of 9 NOVEMBER to h 23:59 of 11 NOVEMBER 2009 at: theironcurtaindiaries.org Twenty years after the fall of the Berlin Wall two photographers together with two journalists, a movie director and a cartoonist travelled along the Iron Curtain, the 6.300 km long border that used to split Europe in two blocks from the end of World War II to 1989. As a result of this experience, The Iron Curtain Diaries 1989-2009 project was born. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/post.php?post=957 2009-10-27 Brought back from a trip to India, these images have such simple beauty that the eyes of an author known to emerge from the chaos of the visible. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/post.php?post=954 2009-10-20 On the occasion of its 10th anniversary, Atelier de Visu presents: agonie Antoine d'Agata / Rafael Garido Exhibition from October 15th until December 4th 2009 Opening on october 15th at 7 p.m Presentation of the book agonie An Actes Sud / Atelier de Visu publication Reading by Rafael Garido at 6 p.m - - - - - - Exhibition produced by Rencontres d’Arles 2009 in collaboration with Magnum Photos Atelier De Visu 19 rue des trois rois  13006 Marseille   tel: 04 91 47 60 07 du mardi au samedi 14h / 18h www.atelierdevisu.fr http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/post.php?post=951 2009-10-13 Click HERE, to see the Newsletter. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/post.php?post=949 2009-10-06 Francesco Zizola, one of the most important contemporary fotoreporter, spent thirteen years to report children situation in the world. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/review.php?rec=227 2005-10-01 Five thousand party delegates gathered in a heavily fortified Madison Square Garden to nominate George W. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/review.php?rec=229 2006-02-28 This book is a collaboration between VII Photo, Doctors Witout Borders and de.MO. The death toll from the conflict in the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC) is the highest ever attributed to war in Africa or indeed, anywhere in the world since World War II. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/review.php?rec=230 2006-06-06 Nota socialCareta de meretriz trasnochada inquietos párpados pintados de antimonio oliente a mirra a canela a azafrán Antonino el Impurísimo a quien cien generaciones llamarán impunemente Heliogábalo (sacerdote del invicto sol) coquetea desde la memoria de noches frenéticas entre odiseas fálicas: ramera de fabriles prostíbulos dios hermafrodita de los lupanares inventor excelso de una salsa de pescado que copia transparente y verdinosa la apariencia del agua de mar saboreando guisantes aderezados con granos de oro lenguas de ruiseñor sesos de avestruz entre lluvias sofocantes de flores rapsódicas guirnaldas los cabellos de amaranto (cuyo perfume se asegura neutraliza al abrir los poros los efluvios del vino) actor de anfiteatro vestido de púrpura cual reina persa toma por marido a Hierocles conductor de carros en el hipódromo esclavo liberto joven atleta fornido para su deleite y disfrute eternos. Amén. From the Social Calendar The face of an insomniac courtesan restless lids painted with antimony smelling of myrrh of cinnamon of saffron Antonio the Impurest whom a hundred generations will call with impunity Heliogabal (priest of the unconquered sun) flirts wrapped up in memories of frenetic nights among phallic odysseys: the whore of bordellos humming with action a hermaphrodite god in the dens of vice the vaunted inventor of a fish sauce that copies in its transparent greenish appearence the waters of the sea he who savored peas served with gold grains nightingale tongues and ostrich brains under the suffocating downpour of rhapsodic flowers his hair crowned with amaranth (whose perfume it is said to neutralize the reek of wine from opening pores) he the actor of the amphitheater dressed in purple like a Persian queen has just chosen as his husband Hierocles the charioteer of horse races a young freed slave athletic and well-endowed for his eternal delight and enjoyment. Amen. Translation from Spanish by Margaret Saine En Bakersfield Si las estrellas fueran puntos suspensivos en el papel carbón de noche a dos espacios. Si las tardes de plomo esparcido pudieran contener la monotonía bicolor del paisaje. Si el trigo seco, la hierba seca fueran comas entre las interrogaciones de árboles sin hojas. Si los pueblos banales de madera y hojalata se esfumaran borrando sus frutos uniformes. Si los largos caminos asfaltados fueran alternativas en vez de posibilidades remotas. Si el polvo cubriera las huellas de todos los latidos de todos los borrones, de todos los olvidos: Abriría los ojos como almejas imprecisas chupando la tinta de letras hostiles. Expondría los cientos de transparencias, las millas ce celuloide encintas de pontificaciones. Entonaría un tedéum en papel de hilo, una cantata en pergamino. In Bakersfield If the stars were a series of suspension points on the double-spaced carbon paper of night. If the scattered leaden afternoons could contain the bichrome monotony of the landscape. If the straw, the hay were commas between the question marks of the leafless trees. If the banal towns of wood and tin went up in smoke wiping out their uniform products. If the wide asphalted roads were alternatives instead of remote possibilities. If dust covered the tracks of all the heartbeats, all the first drafts, all that is forgotten: I would open my eyes like blurry clams sucking the ink from hostile letters. I would expose those hundreds of photographic slides, the miles of celluloid pregnant with pontifications. I would intone a Te Deum on rag paper, a cantata on parchment. Translation from Spanish by Margaret Saine http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/text.php?scritt=394 2010-01-18 Closing So this is how it will end: in absence, no sound, stillness so intense that breathing is sacrilege. A loon hollered last night and in the morning cranes flew over; a new sky leaned down and the lake trembled at its touch. Nothing has changed since men in caves hunted the souls of deer and bison on their blackened walls. Earth turns, rehearsing her seasons: ice melts and a soft wind coaxes waxen flowers from frozen earth, splits wood into leaf. The sun lengthens its stride, drives the reindeer bucking and weeping black-fly; children come running blue-mouthed from the forest. Southwards from the tundra the ruska leaps from fell to fell; skies clamour, winged with fugitives. http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/text.php?scritt=393 2009-10-26 trees dance with their arms so gracefully we forget their feet do not move ballano gli alberi con le braccia graziosamente scordiamo che non hanno piedi hidden in shadows a beautiful dream of birds then suddenly day dentro alle ombre un bel sogno da uccelli è subito alba for hours and for days I wait for our encounter you beloved ghost da ore e da giorni aspetto il nostro incontro fantasma amato a drink of kisses the silk of our hot embrace in textures of love sete di baci seta di caldi abbracci tessute d'amor we are moving through the space and time of our lives naked and glowing ci muoviamo per i nostri spazio e tempo nudi e splendenti night is arriving and floating in the void is arduous desire la notte arriva galleggiando nel vuoto un’ardua voglia this city of ours its stones heated by sun rays feel warm like bodies la nostra città pietre calde dal sole come corpi rivers of pleasure sediments in flux as we are facing the sun fiumi di gioia flusso di sedimenti di fronte al sole holding us embraced we know that we are living a time filled with smiles abbracciati noi sappiamo che viviamo un tempo di sorrisi these dexterous hands bring out shivers of joy in the other body le mani esperte fan nascer gioie nell’altro corpo Italian translations by the author http://www.privatephotoreview.com/en/news/text.php?scritt=392 2009-08-09