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brothels & fundamentalism, and more | Kate Orne

Kate Orne is working on some quite amazing and touching projects.

Although the pictures are pretty self explanatory, i’ll add a work statement by Kate Orne herself for those amongst you who like to read:

Over the past 7 years I have worked among the neediest people in Afghanistan and Pakistan and using photography as a tool to fight against indentured slavery and for the wellbeing of women, children and animals. My commitment to social causes has now become the defining part of my life as an artist and human being.

My portfolio is extensive and relies on a personal and quiet aesthetic to communicate visually — whether in documentary work or commercial photography. Intimacy has played and important part of my work.

Over the years I have worked on several essays ranging from indentured laborers in South East Asia where the poor are sentenced to lives of disease and want, victims of domestic abuse, orphanages in Kabul where thousands of children lack such basic things as bathroom facilities, maternity wards without the most basic care and imprisoned women committed to long sentences themselves being victims of rape and abuse.

Throughout, I have been documenting their struggles in photos — hoping to use art as a connection to wider awareness in the outside world. I have launched and managed a small organization of my own (now part of HAWCA.org) to aid Afghan refugee women and children.

During my recent journey to Pakistan in July 2007, I continued my work among the sex-workers and their families — re-encountering the daughters, barely teenagers, whom I knew as little girls just two years ago now introduced to the sex trade by their Mothers. At the same time, I have also seen the first anti-drug program and two little schools founded for the stigmatized children of the prostitutes, and joined in their efforts to improve the lives for the next generation.

I use this project I raise awareness about this little known community, and to raise funds for the two little schools, the first ones ever to offer education to the children of the sex-workers in this community with the mission to break the cycle of children being born into prostitution, sex abuse, drug addiction and crime. We currently have 80 students enrolled.

Kate Orne 2008

where the hell is Matt?

This video made my day … :D
> Matt’s website.

thx Do Not Fold.

Banksy

Go see the genius rest of it here.


(CLICK the pic for bigger view.)

newspeak - thought of the day

In 1984, George Orwell invented ‘Newspeak,’ a language that makes alternative thinking impossible by removing the words used to describe such thought: if you have no word for ‘revolution,’ you will not start one… Newspeak was based on the idea of ‘linguistic relativism,’ the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis. Anthropological linguist Edward Sapir and his student, Benjamin Whorf, were convinced that our language constructs our reality: that we see the world through the lens of our own language and anything not encompassed by our language is – to us, at least – unthinkable. Do we live within the confines of our own linguistic reality?

This quote read on the colourlovers‘ blog struck me as quite interesting food for thought and reflexion!

I’d like to give you my opinion on the rest of the entry, but since its perspective reflects on a different matter (i.e. colour), i’ll keep it for later. Let’s just think about linguistic inhibitions and what they mean in our daily life.

I enjoy reading and reflecting on things as for example the above quote. And i develop opinions and strong feelings about almost everything, although i hardly ever share those … for the simple reason that i might put things the wrong way, use the wrong words, and consequently will be misunderstood. I don’t know how things work with you, but my opinions etc. form themselves in my head in only a few seconds and never ever come in sentences. Therefore trying to explain them to others is the hardest thing to do. The fear of being misunderstood and not being able to fix that is huge. Add to that the fact that i have no linguistic talent whatsoever.

Interesting though, isn’t it? I find it extremely peculiar - or better, fascinating - that our brain/body understands and develops thoughts in split seconds without any language use at all. It is an undefinable, let’s call it a “feeling”, which we don’t need to translate for ourselves, only if we want to communicate the concept we developed to others. Something which takes a whole lot longer. Language, a complex structure of grammar and vocabulary which is open for interpretation and discussion, has its limits without a doubt. Therefore i do think we live too much within the confines of our own linguistic reality.

Don’t get me wrong, i love language! For the very same reason as i find it difficult most of the time - being open for interpretation that is. I just love how semantics can play a game, how certain words, sentences or texts can charm me, shock me, or make me smile, laugh or even cry. Language is most certainly an art form … and so is its embodiment! There lies great beauty in typography, a metier as well as an art form and unfortunately most under-appreciated.

A blogpost about language in english, huge mistake! Although i don’t think i would have done any better in my own language. As i said, no writing/speaking talent whatsoever … :-D

To give you an idea of the importance of relativization of language in my life: I was born and raised in Belgium. Belgium’s official languages are Dutch and French. My native tongue is Flemish. I live in Mexico where i - obviously - speak Spanish, and i try to share thoughts and feelings on this blog in English … there! Now you probably understand that i’ve had my fair share of misinterpretation.

For those in a similar situation, my most useful little helpers: Interglot.com and the Dictionary, Thesaurus and van Dale dashboard widgets.

todo se transforma - thought of the day

Cada uno da lo que recibe
y luego recibe lo que da.
Nada es más simple,
no hay otra norma:
Nada se pierde,
todo se transforma.

- Jorge Drexler

Could be translated as (pardon my french):
Everyone gives what he gets, and later on he gets what he gives. Nothing is more simple, there is no other way: nothing gets lost, everything transforms/regenerates.

look, listen and take heed

Ladies, are we offended?


(pointed out to me by my friend Tanja)

torture!

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Could they have made the point any clearer?

fair trade

This is a post i wrote over at Tinka Bell’s. But since this is something i feel quite strong about it thought it belonged here too.

note: I’m not pointing fingers with this post, and i’m definitely not (yet) on the right path either. It’s just a matter providing some food for thought which deserves our attention.

about friends, the ones that really matter

Moving to a ‘far away’ country is fun, exciting, … but also a bit lonely sometimes. So you go out to make friends! I like meeting new people, it challenges you to revise/improve your thoughts, your view on certain things. But meeting new people can also be exhausting. Especially when you’re interested in real friendship and not - just - a good time in the downtown bar. Back home, you don’t always have to explain everything. Every action or thought or silence … cause your family and friends KNOW you. They know where you come from and why you do or don’t do certain things. Therefore being around them is easy, and never exhausting. The older i get, the harder it is for me to explain myself to other people. And i also feel that i don’t have to anymore. Let them figure out who i am, and the baggage i carry with me.

This reminds me of the chorus of a song i heard recently:

“todo lo que fui es todo lo que soy
con lo que vine ayer, es con lo que me voy”

could be translated as (pardon my english):
“all that i was is all that i am. with what i came yesterday, is with what i will leave again”
It sounds way better in spanish, but i absolutely agree with the message. I also think that the part which you are leaving with simply becomes bigger and bigger, and therefore more difficult to explain …

Moving to another country also makes you realize who your real friends back home are.
Some people simply disappear. Others are all over your (e-)mailbox and pop up your screen every time you open iChat, messenger or skype. Then there are the silent ones. You don’t hear them very often, but once and a while they (virtually) stop by to let you know they’re thinking about you and how you are doing in that far away country. They tell you they always look forward to all of your calls, emails and blogposts. You know they will always be around.

I thank all my friends. The ones i made here, the active ones and the silent ones. You keep me going!

I also apologize to all my friends for whom i appear to be invisible. I know i tend to be of the silent kind for which i don’t really have an explanation. But if you know me, you also know this certainly doesn’t mean i have forgotten about you !!!

Another thanks if you made it to the bottom of this post! While reading it over i realized it isn’t the clearest and best written one … :-)

big kiss and hug to you all!
ties x

UPDATE: This post is actually the perfect opportunity to direct you to my friends’n family flickr set. Not all friends are there, but you can catch a glimpse of some of them …

people in need

The right advertising always does it, doesn’t it?

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found on funtasticus, thx donotfold.