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I tried to record myself fucking my friend in the woods. This is what happened.


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What is going on?


What is going on?


Claire Martin.

Living in the Real Faerieland - a photo essay

1. Faerie names can be created and changed according to how you feel. One faerie may keep a chosen faerie name for life, or like Whoosh, one may feel that different times in life usher in different feelings, and one’s name can be a direct reflection of this.

2. Spider Cutie, a resident faerie, dresses up for the local farmers market.

3. A Faerie home.

4. Spiral and Flame Tree enjoy the beautiful natural landscape of their home town, choosing the quieter rural life over the urban gay experience.

5. The practice of “Gender Fuck” is akin to cross dressing, only the goal is not to replicate the look of a woman, but simply to “Fuck with Gender.” Mustaches, sequins, penises and frocks are embraced altogether — or one can wear nothing at all but a nice pair of heels.

6. Dragonfly visits Faerieland for a few days. Dress-ups are a fun way to pass the time, and Faerieland has a shed named “Thelma,” dedicated to drag-o-rama. Thelma enjoys an anthropomorphic existence and is a solid part of the community.

7. In defiant response to the lack of public images of gay people being romantic, Climbing Tree Snake and Krishna Bear let me photograph them kissing in the kitchen, like all couples do.

8. Faeries have a tradition of extremely long hello and goodbye hugs. It can be a little unnerving at first, until you finally loosen up and engage with the sense of connection that you can have in the moment.

9. Faeries from all over the region come to Faerieland for a tree-planting day to regenerate the degraded natural forest landscape.

10. Butch, macho, effeminate, young and old faeries in all their glory gather to plant trees at Faerieland.

Faerieland, the Australian Radical Faerie sanctuary is a beautiful forested piece of land that has been the home to the Oz Faeries since 2002 thanks to the vision and dedication of several men who communally own and maintain the property. They have an open door policy that welcomes all gay people who are seeking something more – be it a rural gay experience, sanctuary from a hostile world or a safe space to explore the complex relationships between their spirituality, identity and sexuality.

Celebrating gay culture in rural areas as opposed to the urban gay experience is central to the Faerie movement, which at it’s mythological roots emphasizes Pagan and indigenous culture, although you don’t need to live in the country to be a Faerie and you don’t have to subscribe to any doctrine. It has been said that it can be as challenging to define “Radical Faerie” as it is to define “Human Being.” To be a Faerie is an act of self-definition. What can be said for certain is the Radical Faerie way of life has helped many gay men understand and strengthen their gay identity despite living in a society that at its best accepts but does not understand and at it’s worst rejects and denies the true meaning of being gay.

My personal work has always focused on marginalization and stigma in the context of fringe communities. In this respect the Radical Faeries felt like a natural fit for me. While I am not gay, the common ground I had with the Faeries plight for acceptance was my broader understanding of the detrimental effects of stigma in one’s life. What excited me most about discovering Faerieland was the possibility to photograph a story where the crux for change lies in the culture of the wider society, not within the fringe community itself. It was a joy to photograph a story about love, acceptance and creativity that also carries a strong message about the problems and prejudices in society and culture today.

Claire Martin is a documentary photographer based between in Los Angeles, Calif. and Perth, Australia. She is a member of the Australian Documentary Photo Collective “Oculi.” Her work is distributed through Agency VU in Europe and Redux in the USA.


Maria Turchenkova.

Fight Club, Moscow, Russia


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José Ferreira .

Trash Land - Mozambique

  •   The inertia grotesque conscious / unconscious of the human as a human refers to scenarios of any filthy 3rd world nothing less than astronomical distances. These distances, that in the XXI century become scenarios such as those witnessed in the trash Hulene, animations too pictorial panorama of too outdated. Scenarios where life is exiled senses where I question the color of my faith and made ​​me oblivious of the real … real so strong as this. 
       South of Mozambique, right in the heart of Maputo and a few meters from the Capital airport, it whether the dustbin Hulene, mother of many Stories, home of many renegades and livelihoods of many more. It is difficult to achieve any kind of judgment when the riots incredibility any state of mind or intellectual perception. The limits of trash beyond the common sensitivity - and even the perspicuity of the look - and not the walls that imprison her, can conceal a scenario no less than Dante - cut south for a makeshift entrance, a massive hole in the concrete wall, concrete and gross. 
       converge Ali a whole kind of needs and purposes. Constant movements of people and trucks make up a complex interplay of colors and sensations that awaken us to the proximity of the poor and insensitive. There are many characters, but very few differences.
       ‘s “garbage collectors” are the ones who shake their horizons. Are pawns of a few businesses, and perhaps more profitable, who still manages to flourish among the deepest and most desperate filth - recycling. Frantically sticking runners garbage in search of utility. Because there usefulness, and they can later be worth more than a little bread and milk.
       then the other. Others that resemble by too many caricatures of the poor and the beggar who often camouflaged between jokes generic or general comic strips of the civilized world. The other eye lifeless. Others smile and discolored face empty of expression. Others that make this experience more human. 
       Photographs flow in a disproportionate rate. The awareness I see restless drastically my perception of things. Nothing never made ​​so much sense, and the material value, either. Here the beautiful becomes another beautiful, dignified another worthy. The importance never had the shirt color or even the size of the shoe. And in the midst of so little, and surrounded by such distressing putrefaction, simple statements such as that between the interest and curiosity I realize, never before were so disturbing - “eat meat every day.” Restlessness long it had taken me by complete surprise but, this is inconvenient, wakes me at all times. Ali, when the fruit becomes the rest, the rest becomes the fruit. 
       ‘s not easy to know the trash. It is easy to believe that’s just the reality. Know it, is no more waking up to the different realities of man and the world. And the biggest mistake is to think that there is no room for shame. A much more legitimate than any other shame. A much more touching and crude sense of shame. Because for many being there is neither was an option. Because many of them have ever seen beyond the walls.
       Sao these circumstances, a country in the path of progress and development through foreign investment, which make the trash Hulene an increasingly outdated phenomenon up to the economic crisis and the delicacy which enters Mozambique.
       This is not the color of my faith is the unawareness of the fact that stubbornly disfigures civil society and the human condition as a human being. (Artist statement) 
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Sun Yuan & Peng Yu


Sun Yuan & Peng Yu

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