It's Like Chunder Everywhaaar!

Filmed outside SOAS (School of Oriental & African Studies), London, this li'l comedy sketch takes the piss out middle class do-gooders - it's funny but so true. There are people out there like this who think a trip to Africa or the Caribbean saves the world and they become the appointed spokespersons of other people. It reminds me of the conferences I've been to at every one of them there's always an academic or student professing to know the mystery and wonders of Afffricaaa!  (yes they drag it out like that)

Worth A Thousand Words

Boy, Haiti: Haiti is a tragic place in need of help. This image was taken before the recent earthquake. I hope this young boy was unharmed, although I can't help feeling that his life may be full of struggle

Mursi Woman and child, Ethiopia: It is traditional with the Mursi tribe for women to insert a clay dish in the lower lip from an early age. Around six to 12 months before marriage, the woman's lip is pierced by one of her kinswomen, usually at around the age of 15 to 18

Hamer girl in the Omo Valley, Ethiopia: I spent three weeks journeying through Ethiopia to record the faces if its various tribes

Maasai bride, Kenya: I stumbled across this young bride while photographing a wildlife story in the Amboseli National Park. This was a brief moment of calm reflection before the ceremony

Sacred Waterfall, India: Local people flock to stand beneath this sacred waterfall in Kerala. I love the serenity of these women lost in thought

From the series:  Travelling Light: an exhibition of recent works by Philip Lee Harvey showcased in London earlier this year.

All jacked from The Graun. 

Limbe, Haiti: The body of a woman who died from cholera lies on the ground next to a man receiving treatment at a local hospital 

Foto Cred: Emilio Morenatti/AP

a utilitarian jacking

I got this really interesting piece from a blogger called savage clown, I wanted to ask for it but there was no room to leave comment and ask to re-post this so, in my utiliarian thinking (the greatest good for the greatest number) and spreading the word, I figured I'd jack it and re-post....all credits to unreal of course and sincerest apologies I did not ask. Read on...

holborn 3:24 p.m

‘ . . . there were like two hundred thousand killed. It was really bad.’
 ‘You mean in Pakistan?’


‘No, no. It was like really bad. Like it was one of those big disasters. Some big thing. You know, one of those really big disasters.’


‘What? Like in what happened in America?’


‘No! You must have heard it. It was everywhere. Like three hundred thousand people lost everything. It was one of them black countries. Sort of Africa or something.’


‘No. I don’t remember that. What do you mean they lost everything?’


‘They lost like half of families were like killed. Kids with no parents or aunties. Everything was destroyed. Completely everything. And because it was one of them black places, like African, it was like there was nothing there. It was like they had nothing.’


‘So if they had nothing then they had nothing to lose. Apart from their lives. That was all.’


‘Sometimes I think you’ve got no heart!’


‘Oh, come on. I’m joking you. But serious if they had nothing then what did they have to lose?’


‘Well they had brick houses and stuff. And they had like families and you know . . . ‘


And they fell out of ear-shot. A tall woman in high-heels walking beside her boyfriend or possibly work colleague. They were very London. Very gelled up. Very giggly.

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