We have been hinting at it for a while and sometimes showed some sneak previews, but today is the happy day where we finally launch Hannelore Commers’ first solo publication ‘Hiraeth’ (try pronouncing that really quickly six times in a row). Because of this joyous fact, we sat down with our favourite Belgian girl and talked about photography, about growing up and about the meaning of that Welsh word she picked as the title of her latest body of work. This girl keeps amazing us, not only with her pictures but with her words as well.
“When you are young and you have no husband or wife, or kids, or house, or job you can just get out and go. You can sleep on couches, shower in truckstops, eat all your meals out of cans, because you are resilient and you are more open to the experience.”
Jeff Luker has been with us since issue #1 rolled out of De Resolutie’s printer and we thought it was about time to have a chat with the thirty year old photographer from Plympton, Massachusetts. Jeff does what we dream about, using his travel bug to create a beautiful, free spirited body of work that he was able to translate into something Urban Outfitters and Levi’s got just as excited about as we are.
“Never let the fear of failure determine any of your decisions in life.”
Emmanuel Rosario is a 26 years old photographer from Harlem, New York. His photographs really push us to work harder to be on the road more often. His work is what we imagined Kerouac’s ‘On The Road’ to look like. His photographs show his friends and him adventuring on the highways across America, drinking bourbon and smoking the night away. Curious about his lifestyle and his photography, we had a little chat with this talented rolling stone.
When she was feverish, she spoke slowly, cautiously; a fight against negative thoughts that tried to overrun her words. “America,” she said, chewing on her words like they were chunks of tough jerky. “America,” I repeated. It seemed an innocent enough idea; flying across time barriers in order to get a second chance and relive the day.
“This was how it was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart’s affections, the other destroys your soul. Cities and countries are as alive, as feeling, as fickle and uncertain as people. Their degrees of love and devotion are as varying as with any human relation. Just as one is good, another is bad.” ― Roman Payne, Cities & Countries
How do we see the world through our cameras? How do we meet a city behind the lenses? How do we really learn to connect to a place and be a part of it while chasing adventure?
We’re sitting down with Hannah Platt, a 23 years old travel photographer based in Leeds, UK. Her photographs focus on the conjunction of human imbedded interventions within the urban landscape, italicizing the colors, shapes and patterns formed by urban architecture, telling stories of the city and people who inhabit it. Hanna’s project “You’re in America Now Honey” is the result of a six weeks human safari of capturing beauty in the overlooked and enjoying every second of it. Following her in the American journey like a genuine voyeur, I discovered that some of her images are replicating the feeling of emptiness one gets when driving through a city that is most often experienced from a car. There’s a great amount of added value to not over-researching a place and to go there and just getting to know it along the way. The same as one would try to meet a certain person. I also perceive that the places recorded in her fantastic journey tell stories but also keep secrets. And maybe this is what fascinated me to trace Hanna’s wandering steps into a journey of freedom and discovery.
Skyler Greene is a photographer, designer, and traveler from northern California. He’s been traveling since secondary school, after joining TEAM, a wilderness exploration program which was comprised of backpacking, experiential learning, and group cohesion. It is there where he learned how to survive with what could fit in a rucksack in extreme elements, under the guidance of his mentors.
Wandering is the activity of the child, the passion of the genius; it is the discovery of the self, the discovery of the outside world, and the learning of how the self is both “at one with” and “separate from” the outside world. These discoveries are as fundamental to the soul as “learning to survive” is fundamental to the body. These discoveries are essential to realizing what it means to be human. To wander is to be alive.
― Roman Payne, Europa: Limited Time Edition
Natural elements, encounters, freedom and intimacy are smoothly melting together in Theo Gosselin’s newest photo project „Sans limites”, created along his inspirational recent roadtrips across France, Spain, Scotland and US. He is telling a story about leaving aside all the limitations – physical, geographical, social or relationship based – in a spontaneous life-changing inner and outer roadtrip. It’s a bohemian adventure on how to live, body and soul, in a chameleonic exterior background, far away from a conformist lifestyle that one can easily control. It’s the story of his own life experience.
The immigration officer reminds me of a good cop on Hill Street Blues, that’s why we picked his queue. When he asks us whether we’re married I tell him no, “but we are a couple” and apparently we were very successful photographers too. Classic. Lied my arse off before even officially entering the country. When we walk toward the luggage belt I grab his hand, the last time I had done that was eight months ago, just before we broke up. “I am sorry I told him we were a couple.” He smiles, thank God he smiles. It’s a genuine one because his eyes smile. “It’s okay,” he says, and I let go of his hand.
We made another zine. ‘A Man went up the Mountain’ is a collection photos Rebecca Rijsdijk took on a roadtrip in the US. It is a story about a lost love, with the great American West as a backdrop.
We spend our last days in Miami, in a tiny art nouveau hotel with no airconditioning, which I loved because it meant we had to go to the ocean to cool off. I got stung by the octupi that were thrown against the sand the first day we were there. We knew they were there, people were avoiding the water, but the sea was so blue that I could not help myself and I found myself surrounded by water and stingy sea creatures, salt on my lips, my friends safe on the shore, his eyes on my face. Read More
By the time we arrived at the sacred valley I was too broke to join my friends on a jeep safari. It was okay, because I would rather die of thirst in the desert than go on a jeep safari with loud Italian tourists, or any tourists at all really. Read More