July 20, 2011 § Leave a comment

I know these people. I know their lives. Photojournalists, photographers, visual story-tellers, however you want to put it, they see life, often the darker side, and bring it to the rest of those who do not travel and do not see.

The consequence is a solitude and a dark shadow that flits within the dim retina of their eyes. The solemn Onlooker. Submerged beneath the surface of raucous laughter, devil-may-care attitudes and sunlit smiles are memories that can’t be let go of. Vast journeys that sear the skin and the appraisal of a thousand strangers, locked in their own battles and greeting the Onlooker as they win trust and weave intricately beneath the surface… a poem, a story, an idea… with images.


Heavy in your arms

October 18, 2010 § Leave a comment

I was a heavy heart to carry
My beloved was weighed down
My arms around his neck
My fingers laced to crown.

I was a heavy heart to carry
My feet dragged across ground
And he took me to the river
Where he slowly let me drown

My love has concrete feet
My love’s an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles
Over the waterfall

I’m so heavy, heavy
Heavy in your arms

~ Florence & The Machine

Snow melts ~ Spring rain

March 23, 2010 § Leave a comment

Rainy cab rides through New York with Mustafah Abdulaziz

Welcome to the Zoo

September 4, 2009 § Leave a comment

Visa pour l’image avec MJR collectif de photographes, 2009

















For my companions

September 1, 2009 § 1 Comment

Perpignan, France – Late night in the south of France

I had an important conversation tonight. It came as a reminder of many things. An anchor, even.

Simply, it was about people… and heart. Conducting your actions with truth and honour, doing justice to your companions and having the clarity to look people in the eye and communicate compassion, loyalty, sincerity, strength and being able to show them the importance of who they are.

To hold them up to the light and show them the beautiful transparency that they are capable of when they aren’t afraid to truly see the nature of their heart. To recognise the family of your wider brethren of friends and strangers. To be happy for the successes of the ones who hurt you, to understand that people come before business and that to love is to understand. To live up to your name.

Truth and Honour. All else is false.

MJR Destination

July 30, 2009 § 2 Comments

Flight plan locked in. Headquarters acquired.
Destination: Visa Pour L’Image, Perpignan, France.
August 29 – September 04, 2009
MJR photographers representing:

© Mustafah Abdulaziz

© Mustafah Abdulaziz


© Matthew Craig

© Matthew Craig


© Ying Ang

© Ying Ang

We ate the birds

April 17, 2009 § Leave a comment

We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths and so we ate them. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops and the clouds, and so we ate them. We speared them, we clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, we netted them, we spitted them, we threw them onto hot coals, and all for love, because we loved them. We wanted to be one with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth, beautiful eggs, as they did, back when we were young and agile and innocent of cause and effect, we did not want the mess of being born and so we crammed the birds into our gullets, feathers and all, but it was no use, we couldn’t sing, not effortlessly as they do, we can’t fly, not without smoke and metal, and as for the eggs we don’t stand a chance.

We’re mired in gravity, we’re earthbound. We’re ankle-deep in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a long time ago, when we still had the power to say no. 

 – Margaret Atwood



© Mustafah Abdulaziz/ MJR


© Mustafah Abdulaziz

© Mustafah Abdulaziz/ MJR



© Mustafah Abdulaziz/ MJR

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