With the help of Ghana Tech Wahab Odoi, and the miracles of the internet, I have managed to put together a lot of the pieces behind the strange alt-coinish entry by the band Placebo. Their MTV video's use of Agbogbloshie as a backdrop for "Life is What You Make It" debuted during the middle of this blog's series on Euro Agbo Porno Photo Journos.
As far as making friends with people you run into in strange places - well, chalk this chicken fight up to unfortunate timing.
I was in the middle of a "photo journo flog" series. And Sasha Rainbow was thrilled with what seems her studio's most prestigious work to date. And the band and Placebo fans were unprepared to play a part in an environmental lesson plan. What does work for photography often does not work as journalism?... um no it's about the music dude.
Artists look for simplicity - a simple, powerful photo can tell a thousand words. But those words may be false, and quite easily proffer mere racial profiling. I brought their video into the "Free Joe Hurricane Benson" debate, and they seem angry and perturbed. Easier to describe me as a trollish brute than to entertain the possibility that their depiction of poverty was bleeding with collateral damage, and wrapped in #ewaste activist folly.
How did we meet in this place? All of us? How does Awal, Yahroo or Razak wind up with a Whatsapp treasuretrove of white contacts from UK, USA, Spain, etc? Since just the last month, I've been sent photos and been handed by phone to speak directly to five "freelance documentary makers". It's a land rush... but they don't know what kind.
As far as making friends with people you run into in strange places - well, chalk this chicken fight up to unfortunate timing.
I was in the middle of a "photo journo flog" series. And Sasha Rainbow was thrilled with what seems her studio's most prestigious work to date. And the band and Placebo fans were unprepared to play a part in an environmental lesson plan. What does work for photography often does not work as journalism?... um no it's about the music dude.
Artists look for simplicity - a simple, powerful photo can tell a thousand words. But those words may be false, and quite easily proffer mere racial profiling. I brought their video into the "Free Joe Hurricane Benson" debate, and they seem angry and perturbed. Easier to describe me as a trollish brute than to entertain the possibility that their depiction of poverty was bleeding with collateral damage, and wrapped in #ewaste activist folly.
How did we meet in this place? All of us? How does Awal, Yahroo or Razak wind up with a Whatsapp treasuretrove of white contacts from UK, USA, Spain, etc? Since just the last month, I've been sent photos and been handed by phone to speak directly to five "freelance documentary makers". It's a land rush... but they don't know what kind.