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At the end of July 2023, Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu’s ultranationalist and religiously conservative coalition adopted a new law that would ultimately weaken the power of the Supreme Court, leading to wide-spread demonstrations in the country, the largest of it’s history. These protests reflect a deeper split along secular and religious lines about what kind of country Israel should be, and consequently reawakens tensions in both class and ethnical origins as well. 

On commission with New York Times, Moises Saman traveled to thirteen towns and cities across Israel to document the internal opposition that is seeping into the country's daily life as it attempts to remain as one in the face of unresolved conflicts.


Divided Israel's Judicial Crisis... 

" Dislocations presents a contemporary update of Alex Webb’s long out-of-print 1998 book by the same name, which was first published by Harvard’s Film Study Center as an experiment in alternative book making. The book brought together pictures from the many disparate locations over Webb’s oeuvre, meditating on the act of photography as a form of dislocation in itself. Dislocations was instantly collectable and continues to be sought after today. Webb returned to the idea of dislocation during the pandemic, looking at images produced in the twenty years since the original publication—as well as looking back at that first edition. Dislocations expands a beloved limited edition with unpublished images that speak to today’s sense of displacement. As a series of pictures that would have been impossible to create in a world dominated by closed borders and disrupted travel, it continues to resonate as the world resets."

Aperture, 2023
128 pages
11.8 x 10.2 inches
ISBN: 9781597115445


Dislocations (2023) 

(In March of 2023, photographer Chien-Chi Chang underwent prostate cancer surgery. After a brief recovery, he started walking regularly with 9-kilogram bulletproof vest equipped with level-four armored plates for four to five kilometers every day to regain stamina. Just three months after his surgery, he embarked on another journey to Ukraine, neither death nor artillery could deter his passion for capturing reality and reporting the truth.

This is a unique journey, as he had just confronted his personal battle within his own flesh, then immediately arrived at the fiercest war-torn Eastern Ukraine to document the ongoing conflict. Through his lens, we witness Ukrainian soldiers, after enduring a year-long arduous struggle, quietly launching a counteroffensive. Amidst the cacophony of battle and swirling dust, we see residents who would rather endure life among the ruins, without water or electricity, than abandon their homeland.

This is a somber scene of historical significance. He takes us along to observe and prompts us to contemplate on Taiwan's own situation.)

"When the surgical ward slides open at National Taiwan University Hospital, a cold clinical air swooshes, and everything inside looks and smells sanitarily clean and calm under the cacophony of fluorescent lights. From my wheelchair, I can see the robot-assisted arms of the Da Vinci surgical system, which Dr. Huang, one of the best urologists in the country, and his team will use to perform my prostatectomy. I asked a uniformed staffer if I could play Wagner’s Ride of the Valkyries during the surgery; she grinned but hinted I could only listen to it before entering the ward. Once the anesthesia was injected, I was out within seconds. Six hours later, I was in my hospital bed in excruciating pain. Behind me, on the wall, were pictures of my kids in Austria and their drawings with colorful hearts and get-well-soon letters.

I looked at the multiple bloody scars across my numb, swollen stomach with disbelief. To ease the agonizing pain, an IV pole with a small dose of morphine stood next to my bed. When I reached my pain threshold, I would squeeze the button. Then I had to wait ten minutes for the next fix, no matter how tortured I felt!

Occasionally, patients moaned, and nurses pushed carts across the hall. Otherwise the night was dreadfully still but for the tick of the second hand of the clock on the wall, each echoing louder than the one before. I stuffed my ears with wet tissues, knocked myself out with another fix of painkiller. In the wee hours of the morning, I woke up after coughing and there was a sharp, stabbing sensation on my belly. It was March 4. On the same day in 2022, the year before, I had arrived in Ukraine to document the invasion of Ukraine, an innocent landscape despoiled by Russia. I wished I were there now.

Two months after surgery and recovery, I finally returned to Graz, Austria, where I have lived since getting married and becoming a parent, to make up for the lost time with my kids. In addition, I gradually exercised to regain stamina. Despite reminders from my doctors and fellow prostate cancer survivors not to carry heavy stuff over three kilos, I walked regularly with a bulletproof vest equipped with level-four armored plates. That’s about nine kilos. Finally, with “fit-to-travel” permission from my urologist in Austria, I arrived in Kyiv on June 4.

The first Sunday of June in the capital was bright and blue even though it had been under attack from ballistic cruise missiles and Iranian-made Shahed kamikaze drones. My friend who saw the Patriot air defense system intercepting the incoming missiles warned me not to take pictures of intercepts. One day in May, thirty-two individuals who posted pictures or videos of the Patriot intercepting Russian missiles on social media, were arrested. They were forced to make confessions and apologies on TV and on the social media site Telegram with their faces blurred. 

The country has been living with a palpable sense of tension and unease since the Russia’s full-scaled invasion in February 2022. Under martial law, heightened security measures and constant vigilance are everywhere. Any slight suspicious move will be reported and investigated by the Ukraine State’s Secret Services (SBU.) I know that for a fact!

Back in the late afternoon of March 2022, I heard a high-pitched, piercing whistle moving in the air towards me. The swoosh became higher in pitch. I looked up and it was an eight-meter Kalibr cruise missile. Then another one, both whizzing over my head, the sound died down as it receded, and then seconds later, they struck an oil depot outside the city. The rumbling explosions thumped the earth as an impenetrable mushroom cloud billowed into the air. The wind carried it further spread, darkened and suffocated the beautiful historical city of Lviv. Meanwhile, fire engines and police vehicles, wailing, converged on the engulfed depot. I rushed up to a nearby hilltop of the landmark Lychakiv Cemetery to take pictures. 

As I held my breath and looked through the viewfinder, I could also sense in my peripheral vision that onlookers were sizing me up suspiciously. Before I knew what was happening, a man in his mid-30s with a black baseball cap ran up the hill. Then another two men, in dark windbreakers, black jeans, baseball caps and sling pouches, hurried up. In less than a minute, I was boxed in! I raised both arms but the first order was turn around with both hands on the guard rails and remain absolutely still. I could see something protruding from one of the men’s lower right windbreaker pocket. It’s probably either a walkie-talkie or a pistol, I thought. An hour-long body search examined every pore and between my every finger and toe. Every picture and all the phone records, including WhatsApp, Telegram and Messenger from the previous hours and days were questioned and verified: “Who is Marta? Girlfriend?” “No.” “Who is Igor, is he Russian?” “A photographer friend from Kharkiv.” “Why are you keeping receipts? Are you CIA?” “No!” “Mossad?” “No!”

It was getting dark and chilly. I was finally allowed to put on my socks upon the somewhat satisfactory completion of the interrogation. As I looked around, all the onlookers had already disappeared. It was just me and three baseball-capped, dark-clothed men, all with identical hair-cuts. There was still audible murmuring and the blaring and wailing far away. 

I might have been perceived as an informer taking pictures and providing coordinates for Russia. Being cooperative as I was searched and truthfully answering every question, was my only  chance to prove my innocence. I later related the event to a friend with NATO, and he said I was lucky to have an Asian face, or I could have been mopped on the ground before questioning! I hurried back to my hotel just before the curfew started, had a shot of leftover Polish vodka from Krakow and phoned up my fixer—who supposedly was smoothing my way—with one sentence: “You’re fired.”

This latest was my fifth trip to Ukraine since the invasion. My only objective in Kyiv was to catch up with colleagues over beer and to pick up my new press credential. I was planning to leave for Donbas the next day. Then I realized that the accreditation application from my agency, Magnum Photos in Paris, to the Ukraine Ministry of Defense (MOD) in Kyiv had been lost in the digital abyss. A major hiccup! I had no choice but to reapply right there and right away. I was told that there were a thousand-plus applicants ahead of me all queuing up for approval. And I was further told that it’s an “immovable process” that requires three to four weeks. It’s not up to the MOD but the SBU for the final approval. I cannot clarify how I jumped the line to get my press card. I am forever grateful to friends in high places for expediting the process!

It was a smooth drive from Kyiv to Dnipro via Highway M03 with my fixer, Evhen; no air alerts and no checkpoints. But once we were headed towards Pokrovsk in Donbas, drab olive-green military vehicles were zooming by in both directions. We slowed down and stopped at checkpoints newly-reinforced with concrete blocks. More often than not, when a policeman with a Kalashnikov rifle checked my passport and press card, my fixer would joke, “Jackie Chan!” And that often was an immediate ice breaker with grins and laughter. With my right fist clenched, I would respond by saying, “Jackie Chan stands with Ukraine,” although I do not think that Jackie Chan would ever have the gall to say that. Not in this life!

The war's impact on life in Ukraine is just as incomprehensible as it is lasting. Since the illegal and immoral invasion, every Ukrainian has families and friends fighting in the war as well as displaced, domestically or overseas. Ukraine will face gigantic problems after the war. But for now, the main goal is to win the war and to liberate the land that belongs to Ukraine. 

The long-anticipated counteroffensive has been silently and cautiously under way on the eastern and southern fronts to puncture Russia’s defenses. Russia had spent months fortifying their lines with anti-tank ditches, vast minefields, concrete “dragon’s teeth,” iron “hedgehogs,” intricate infantry trenches, barbed-wired fences and artillery. Every square meter gained will require a slow and grinding battle. 

Ukraine will need time, will, lives and a lot of firepower to launch a full-scale counteroffensive. I was with the 59th brigade artillery unit equipped with GRAD, a multiple rocket launcher system. Some forty rockets were loaded on the truck with four soldiers standing by, all camouflaged in the woods, ready for the firing order from the command center. Once a target had been confirmed, they would drive to the position, adjust the coordinates and fire within minutes. The commander would confirm whether the target had been hit or not. Then another two or three rockets could be fired before they swiftly relocated under another tree line lest they too be targeted and take return fire. It’s all “shoot and scoot,” but also to conserve ammo. I was quite near the firing rockets, and so, not just the sound, but the shock wave penetrated my body. I covered my ears and kept my mouth open to balance the pressure.

We were all told to switch our phones to Airplane mode before reaching front line positions. The only connection was via Starlink. A soldier from the 72nd brigade told me that the Russian soldiers were just behind the tree line about a kilometer away from where we stood. We were on the so-called Zero Line. As we moved around a dark, damp, dense and mazelike trench, it was more than clear: “If you want to live, dig!” The soldiers in the trenches are to hold the position with machine guns, rocket-propelled grenades, AK rifles and Javelins, no matter what!

Later, I was embedded with a platoon that would operate drone attacks on Russian trenches and high-value targets, such as tanks, Armored personnel carriers (APCs), or artillery weapon systems. The choice of weapon has been the modified DJI Mavic 3 Pro with a 40mm grenade attached underneath. We watch the drone's movement on the tablet from inside a reinforced trench within the command center. Sunlight shines through cracks in the wood and the holes of camouflage nets. Mosquitos flies, and bees buzz in and out of the trenches.

Three Russian soldiers without T-shirts were spotted digging trenches under some fallen twigs and leaves. The drone was hovering right above them. I was thinking that they were going to die. The grenade dropped but did not explode. The drone returned to base to mount another grenade and took off again for the mission! It all looked like another video of war until the connection with the drone was lost. The drone operator was disheartened. He reset repeatedly to try to reconnect the drone, but by then, Russia had intercepted or shot down the drone. 

We could see all the Russian frontline positions from high above, and so could they see us. Did they spot me when I took a leak in the woods on the frontline? Were those annoying buzzes those of wasps skimming around? Or a deadly drone hovering above me? There was no explosion that afternoon! I got to live another day to document the war.

Nazzri, a politician with no fighting experience before the war, has been a battle-hardened war hero, and is the commander of the unit I was embedded with. He told me that a three-thousand USD Mavic Pro drone might last for a week. He’s been quite public and popular on social media, but it scares me to travel with his convoy, especially during the hours of daylight; there is a fifty-thousand USD bounty on him, dead or alive. 

Through an encrypted app, I arranged to meet Yuri in the only pizzeria in Pokrovsk. (Note: on August 7, within 40 minutes, two Russian missiles struck the pizzeria and the adjacent hotel where I stayed for almost two weeks in June, killing at least nine people and wounding eighty-plus people.)

Yuri is a retired American career soldier from California and has been devotedly fighting for Ukraine since the spring of 2022. He’s low-key, down to earth and soft-spoken, occasionally scanning his sectors during lunch. He didn’t resemble the fighter I saw on viral drone footage of a QRF (quick reaction force) mission, in which he was charging on the lead Humvee, assaulting a Russian position with a machine gun at close range. The moment the fighters jumped out of the Humvees, they were already in auto-pilot mode, with a killer’s instinct. It’s either shoot or be shot, kill or be killed. All the training is to make a soldier into a fighter to kill the enemy. I asked Yuri his opinion of the ongoing Chinese aircraft sorties on the Taiwan Strait. He replied firmly, “You guys should know better and be prepared for the attack.”

I recall a New York Times editorial in mid-April this year written by a former Taiwan minister of culture. It was nicely written but clearly by someone without common sense. It was as if organized gangsters were brandishing daggers and machetes before an innocent civilian’s front yard every day, and the homeowner, despite being bullied repeatedly and threatened by deadly weapons, should just bow to defuse and de-escalate the situation. 

As for the jointly signed antiwar statement by the Taiwan scholars a month before, it seems that the eggheads have comfortably dwelt in an ivory tower for too long. They live away from the practicalities and complexities of the real world, hindering their empathy and holistic understanding of societal issues. 

I have my feet on the ground. I don’t view the world from on high, from a metaphorical tower full of PhDs. What would a Ph.D. do if their house were about to be attacked by organized gangsters? I don’t know, but I think, first of all, that they should jettison their lofty thinking and be connected with the concerns and experiences of ordinary people.

If there were an imminent threat that gangsters would attack my house, I would first reinforce my place to make it a fortress. Furthermore, I would mobilize and unite a network of friends and relatives to fight back!

Divided, we fall. United, we stand. In the spring of 2022, NATO and the U.S. were wishy-washy (they still are, I might add!) regarding the Russian invasion of Ukraine, and dawdling about instituting sanctions. The rest of the world was masked and locked down due to the virus spreading from Wuhan, China. Foreign assistance was thin. But I remember a Ukrainian friend telling me that if Russian tanks roared into Kyiv, there would be Kalashnikov rifles and Molotov cocktails out of every window and aiming at each tank.

If I don’t take the initiative to protect my home and loved ones, how can I expect any help, domestic or foreign? I don’t kowtow to appease or surrender to an organized mafia. 

Is an attack far-fetched? It would have seemed so for most of the Ukrainians before February 24, 2022. Who could have imagined the devastation and destruction on the front-line towns and the shelling of villages and cities far away from the frontline?

Raisa, a 53rd brigade press officer, took me to Avdiivka, two to three kilometers from the frontline, flanked by Russian troops from the north, the south and the east. There are no air alerts to warn citizens of imminent missile attacks because there are constant incoming and outgoing rockets, night and day. Every house, apartment building, kindergarten, school, store, alley, and road has been destroyed and razed. Not a home, not a life, has been untouched by the Russian invasion. Even though I had been to Ukraine several times earlier in the war, I was unprepared for how the hatred Ukrainians feel towards Russia has grown since the invasion.

We moved swiftly from one pocket of wreckage to another to avoid being detected by the Russian drones. Military trucks with camouflage zoom by, spraying another layer of dirt onto the unexploded rockets on the roadside.

A nearing rumble signaled that an armored ambulance was about to roar in. The engine grumbled, and dust shrouded the meeting point where two teams of medics with stretchers had been standing by. In less than a minute, they had transported an injured frontline soldier to another ambulance en route to a stabilization unit. 

The ambulance driver grabbed his Kalashnikov, slammed the door, and sped up. Inside the air-conditioned ambulance, the air was stuffy, mixed with chemicals, sweat, and blood stains. In bullet-proof vests with three rifle magazines and helmets, the two doctors tried to keep the severely injured soldier from bumping up and down as the driver zigzagged through the dirt roads full of potholes. The disoriented soldier’s eyes were full of fear and panic. His tall and heavyset body was covered with shrapnel wounds. His left arm was stabilized with splints and wrapped with gauze but was motionless. Blood was still seeping through the plaster and down to his muddy fingertips. One medic hastily cut open the dark-stained fatigues with a pair of shears. His body was already full of chest seal packs to stop the bleeding from multiple wounds. The two doctors used an Israeli abdominal bandage to staunch the wounds. Two tourniquets covered with dirt were already applied near the groin of his left leg after the explosion. What happened on the frontline? It's hard to fathom that this soldier, who risked everything to liberate the land that belonged to his country, could die at any second. Three soldiers I spent time with in Donbas last August have already sacrificed their lives in battle.

Upon arriving at the boarded-up stabilization unit, the traumatized soldier was rushed into the emergency room. Another team of doctors and nurses with ballistic goggles took over. I asked one of the ambulance doctors if the soldier would survive. He said that the soldier’s fight on the frontlines was over. He will now have to fight for his life in the hospital if he lives. I touched my fading surgery scars thinking of the soldier; if he lives, his scars will be emotional as well as physical.

While driving across the country, I remember a friend who described the Ukraine landscape as “as flat as a pancake.” The vast and ever-changing cloud formation is astonishing and unpredictable. A colleague sent me a Telegram message saying Putin was about to address the nation in 20 minutes regarding the Wagner mutiny. This was the kind of historical event I would remember where I was and what I was doing. I was reaching Lviv on my way home via Krakow in Poland. In the western part of Ukraine, there was undoubtedly less destruction but no shortage of despair. I wondered if the mutiny was the start of the end of the war and the end of Putin! I also asked myself how the military rebellion would affect China’s continuous armed threat to Taiwan. I don’t know. All I know is do not let your guard down, ever.

A few days after returning to Graz and home with the kids, I heard Ria Pizza in the center of Kramatorsk was struck by a Russian missile during dinnertime. I couldn’t watch the footage of the dying people screaming for help underneath the rubble—my kids were next to me. But there’s a hole in my heart. I remember the place. I spent two weeks with my colleague Sergey working around Kramatorsk, including Bakhmut, last August. The next day, I received an Interfax news report, a reputable Ukrainian news service in three languages, from a colleague. It stated that SBU “in hot pursuit” detained a spotter activated by Russian military intelligence, who sent a filmed location of the café to Russian intelligence before the missile strike. The arrested agent would have to answer before the court for his war crime against humanity! 

The short-lived mutiny ended, but the Wagnerian drama lingers—so many unanswered questions. I finally finished editing my pictures. And I continued to exercise and walk along the river with my vest and level-four armored plates, and I could listen to the Ride of Valkyries on my sweaty Air pods. 

But then, all of a sudden, an air alert was on! Ah, yes, it’s the national weekly alert drill, fifty-two times a year. No exception. Just another Saturday at noon in Austria."

(Chien-Chi Chang, 2023)


Resistance: The Front Lines in... 

On September 15th, renowned Columbian painter Fernando Botero passed at age 91. Botero, born in Medellín, was known for his distinctive "Boterismo" style, characterized by the portrayal of individuals and forms with exaggerated proportions, conveying political satire and humor.


Fernando Botero: 1932-2023 

Mourners gathered in Moscow's Red Square at a makeshift memorial set up after the death of Yevgeny Prigozhin, head of the Wagner mercenary group. Prigozhin and nine others died in a plane crash on August 23rd, 2023.


Funeral of Yevgeny Prigozhin 

Bruce Gilden first traveled to Haiti in 1984 for the famous Mardi Gras festivities. There he discovered an impoverished territory in the grip of numerous natural disasters but charged with a unique energy. True to form, Gilden immediately departed from the beaten track, choosing to roam the length and breadth of the island along serpentine paths that led him to meet people from the four corners of the island, and into situations that few would choose to encounter.
Gilden was to visit this country that he loves so much on 20 further occasions, tirelessly documenting the everyday lives of Haitians, their history and terrain. From vendors at the markets of major cities to its nightlife and funeral ceremonies, Gilden strives to take stock of Haitian culture and its rich visual diversity.
Images from the series were first published as a slim monograph by Dewi Lewis in 1996; the book won the European Publishers Award for Photography. Atelier EXB’s beautifully printed new volume greatly expands the series with previously unseen images comprising nearly half of the book.

Atelier EXB, 2023
Hardcover, 8.5 x 11.5 in. / 144 pgs / 75 bw.
ISBN 9782365113779


Haiti (2023) 

On Friday 8th September 2023, the region of Al Haouz in Morocco was hit by a violent earthquake leading to thousands of deaths and homes lost. Magnum’s archives show life and architecture in the nearby city of Marrakech and the isolated villages of the High Atlas Mountains where tragedy has had such a devastating impact, while the ongoing documentation will be soon distributed.



In collaboration with Bruno Morais, Magnum photographer Cristina de Middel reflects on the relationship between nature and culture in her project Boa Noite Povo.

"In 2017, when we moved to the Mata Atlántica jungle in Brazil, and started cohabiting with the frantic wildlife of the area, we decided to start exploring the existing tense relation that human presence imposed to natural habitat in a country that was about to burn down both literal and metaphorically.
With semi-performative experiments and the combination of cultural material (like books, magazines, archival photography) with the surrounding wildlife, we have been constructing narratives that illustrate the current economic and political context using nocturnal animals as improvised actors. Boa Noite Povo is a mix of archival imagery, directed animal action, night photography and plastic intervention of ephemeral pieces that show the complexity of the moment and the resonance with the past.

However, this confirmation of the cycle scheme and its alternation, this reliving of past experiences, as if the lessons of history had faded, merely confirm a human nature that, as frustrating as it may seem, exists and stands stronger than ever. The more cultural we get the more natural we perform, the more elaborated we are in our conflicts and structures, the more directly we are actually aiming at satisfying our basic instincts... Unable, as we are demonstrating, to question our unconscious and thoughtless nature, the classical debate Nature vs Culture seems more nuanced but also more necessary than ever."

Published by SUPER LABO
ISBN 978-4-908512-00-0
Editor in Chief and Art Direction: Yasunori Hoki
Book Design: Koichi Hara / Hichiro (trout)


Boa Noite Povo. 

In 1982, Patrick Zachmann travels to the Italian city of Naples to work on an in-depth photo essay around the police and Neapolitan mafia, known as the “Camorra.” Over the course of his time in Naples, Andrea Mormile, a young police officer from the Homicide Unit, took Zachmann under his wing, taking him on police patrols, to crime scenes, and navigating the complex maze of side streets and suburbs that is the city of Naples. He was even invited to stay in his home, spending time with his family. Few months after returning to Paris, Zachmann heard the tragic news that on September 3, Andrea Mormile had been assassinated by the Camorra.
In a new documentary released in 2023, "Un pezzo di papa" (A Piece of Dad), Patrick Zachmann travels back to Naples to meet the family of his friend Andrea Mormile, assassinated by the Neapolitan Mafia in 1982.


The Neapolitan Mafia and the story... 


Trent Parke 

The history of North Korea begins with the establishment of the state followed by the division of the Korean peninsula. After Japan's surrender to the Allies, the division at the 38th parallel marked the beginning of Soviet and American administration over the North and South, respectively. On August 15, 1948, the Republic of Korea was established, with Syngman Rhee as its first president; on September 9, 1948, the Democratic People's Republic of Korea was established under Kim Il-sung.


North Korea Established 75 Years... 

Three years have passed since Belarusian President Lukashenko claimed his highly disputed victory, yet the violent oppression of dissents has continued. Criminalizing the past and extending suppression into the future, even the smallest perceived violations linked to the 2020 protests could result in imprisonment. As security measures become increasingly invasive and the nation's leader solidifies his role as a vital military partner to neighboring Russia, numerous Belarusians who remain in the country are actively devising exit strategies, or preparing for the worst.


Silence and Struggle in Belarus... 

From the onset of the Russian invasion of Ukraine, Nanna Heitmann has traveled across Russia and its surrounding borders, covering a country where daily life is now a continuous encounter with uncertainty, glorified myths, and relentless propaganda. As the ripples of the conflict extend mostly to the economically disadvantaged regions, Heitmann reveals the divergent landscapes of ordinary life in comparison to the distant perspectives stemming from Moscow, where the impact of the war retains a marginal presence.


Putin's Forever War 

In honor of Hip-hop's 50th anniversary, Magnum Photos pays tribute to the genre's humble beginnings in the Bronx and development into a global cultural force.


Hip-hop's 50th 

While photographing the Apartheid, Ernest Cole unveiled a remarkable trademark: the art of invisibility. With this discreet technique, he documented the harsh realities of South Africa, offering profound truths about his world to a global audience. 

This elusive quality persisted throughout Cole's career, guiding his lens through the bustling streets of Harlem, capturing the boundless spirit of Black joy, and the ever-changing urban landscape of New York.


Harlem in Color 

On January 14th, 2011, Tunisia saw the end of a 23-year dictatorship as President Zinedine El-Abidine Ben Ali fled the country, forced out by a powerful popular uprising most commonly known as the Arab Spring. This transformative event echoed across the Arab world, igniting hopes of democracy, social justice, and freedom of expression.

It has been 12 years since this moment, yet Tunisia still stands on fragile foundation. The youth who lived through the revolution have become disenchanted, resulting in a concerning rise in mental health issues, depression, and anxiety. Despite the lack of trust in the government and its officials, a faint glimmer of hope from the revolution endures steadfastly.


The Escape 

Halfway between adolescence and adulthood, these young people from the French "banlieues" are wondering about their future. Lost between low-income towers and residential neighborhoods, they get together to talk about their dreams and desires, to love each other and celebrate what can be. Each is confronted with his or her own certainties and problems, while low-income housing creates walls and gentrification dilutes the identity of the suburbs, which are now hard to define. "Juvénile" paints a portrait of a youth with multiple identities, from third-generation immigrants to gentrification, on the eve of the Olympic Games that will transform the neighborhood forever. - Text by William Keo



On the first months of 2023, millions took to the streets in France to protest against the government's recent pension reform proposal. This is the first time since 2010 that the biggest workers unions were united in a common front. The reform should, among other policies, raise the retirement age from 62 to 64, causing criticism from the government's leftists opponents and the population. There were large disruptions in education, rail and air transport and refineries. 

In March, as discussions in Parliament were coming to an end, the government pushed the bill through without a full vote. This decision created a new impetus among the demonstrators across France.

Jean Gaumy has been documenting the mobilisation in the Northern cities of Le Havre and Fécamp, as Peter Van Agtmael and William Keo did in Paris and Emin Ozmen in Caen.


General Strike Against Retirement... 

Ukrainian President Vicktor Yanukovych’s cabinet abandoned an agreement on closer trade ties in the EU, favoring closer cooperation with Russia. What began as small protests escalated to the Revolution of Dignity, also known as the Maidan Revolution, a violent protest with at least 88 deaths. Following the Euromaidan protests and removal of Yanukovych, partnered with pro-Russia unrest in Ukraine, Russian annexed the Ukrainian territory of Crimea.

Demonstrations in the Donbas area of Ukraine escalated into a war between the Ukrainian Government and Russian-backed separatist forces. Russian military vehicles crossed the border in several locations of Donetsk Oblast, which is believed to be responsible for the defeat of Ukrainian forces in early September of 2014. In November, Ukrainian military reported intensive movement of Russian combat troops into separatist-controlled parts of eastern Ukraine.

In October 2021, Russia reignited concerns of a potential invasion after moving troops and military equipment to the shared border with Ukraine. The buildup continued until Russia launched a full-scale invasion in February, 2022.


Russo-Ukrainian Conflict