From a little on going series made on the road in (mainly) east Ukraine. Because I almost never have money for drivers I spend a lot of time on busses which are cheap, slow, freezing cold and uncomfortable, and to overcome this I like to take pictures of the world going by. I did this for years, from trains, taxis or buses, mainly for myself to help me find locations later via Google Earth etc, but it became a bit of an obsession. Every window is either tinted, frozen, steamed up or dirty giving a soft painterly effect and strange colours. They are a collection of random, everyday moments inside a ‘conflict zone’. I like them because they are ‘bad’ pictures. They are not pretty - there is almost no control over composition, light, angle etc, but I feel like these fleeting moments reveal something about the time and place they were made. I have hundreds of these…
AMBREEN SADIQ - ONE OF BRITAIN’S FIRST FEMALE MUSLIM BOXERS
I loved this recent article on boxer, Ambreen Sadiq. Not only has she fought and won numerous fights in the ring but she’s fought through the prejudice that some of her family members have about her profession.
After appearing in the local newspapers and a Channel 4 documentary about her journey, Ambreen faced criticism and even death threats from men and women in the Muslim community. But she says that it isn’t the religion that causes the problem…
““A lot of Muslim people say it’s about religion,” she says. “But I think it’s more about the culture and how people have been brought up. Men and women are treated equally [in the religion]. In the culture, it’s like the women should be at home cooking tea. The men put the food on the table.”
Now Ambreen’s story has been transformed into a play that is featuring at Edinburgh Festival - ‘No Guts, No Heart, No Glory’ check out the trailer here:
“It’s great that I can get my story out there,” says Sadiq. She wants to spread the message that Muslim girls can do whatever they want – whether dance, ballet, boxing, or football. “I think girls should be doing anything they want to be doing,” she insists.
Epiphany in a small village in eastern Ukraine. The grey snow caused by coal dust, the excited kids, the local mafia washing away their sins, the crashing sound from the nearby coalmine, the singing babushkas, the barking of dogs, the occasional sound of shelling coming from the direction of Donetsk, the poetry of Donbas
A Kalashnikov rifle lays on a mattress at an army base in the Zaporizka region of eastern Ukraine. The red band around the stock is a rubber tourniquet. The soldiers attach them here for easy access in the event of a gunshot wound.