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The Missing Roll - I must’ve taken these. It was 5 years ago. They’ve sat idle in a grocery bag, a dank basement in Philadelphia, through break-ups and stuffed closets of storage units and apartments. Twisted and bent, scratched and poorly developed, they’re next to useless. Except maybe as a marker for me to remember I was there. I see myself breathing the windy air, my lungs heavy from the climb. I see myself out alone on a green hill, scanning the horizon for a blue cloudbank. The notebook I used to sketch names and places is long lost somewhere along the trail to where I live in Berlin. 24 frames and I’m only vaguely sure from where these pictures come. Would I have forgotten these moments if I hadn’t found this roll? What made me want to press the shutter? I look at these and don’t see the flaws. I see a rawness, a longing for a land that had called me to it’s arms from the pages of a book I’d been given. I see a time when photography was purely magic to me. I see a time before now. (via Mustafah Abdulaziz | MJR)

The Missing Roll - I must’ve taken these. It was 5 years ago. They’ve sat idle in a grocery bag, a dank basement in Philadelphia, through break-ups and stuffed closets of storage units and apartments. Twisted and bent, scratched and poorly developed, they’re next to useless. Except maybe as a marker for me to remember I was there. I see myself breathing the windy air, my lungs heavy from the climb. I see myself out alone on a green hill, scanning the horizon for a blue cloudbank. The notebook I used to sketch names and places is long lost somewhere along the trail to where I live in Berlin. 24 frames and I’m only vaguely sure from where these pictures come. Would I have forgotten these moments if I hadn’t found this roll? What made me want to press the shutter? I look at these and don’t see the flaws. I see a rawness, a longing for a land that had called me to it’s arms from the pages of a book I’d been given. I see a time when photography was purely magic to me. I see a time before now. (via Mustafah Abdulaziz | MJR)

jesuisperdu:

david byrne, mustafah abdulaziz
yingangphoto:

Interviewed on WIRED Raw File as part of an article about the photo collective here:
7 Budding Collectives You Need To Know

yingangphoto:

Interviewed on WIRED Raw File as part of an article about the photo collective here:

7 Budding Collectives You Need To Know

Grimes by Mustafah Abdulaziz (via The music scene in Berlin – CNN Photos - CNN.com Blogs)
Santigold by Mustafah Abdulaziz (via The music scene in Berlin – CNN Photos - CNN.com Blogs)
The Shins by Mustafah Abdulaziz (via The music scene in Berlin – CNN Photos - CNN.com Blogs)
The Black Keys by Mustafah Abdulaziz (via The music scene in Berlin – CNN Photos - CNN.com Blogs)
Mustafah Abdulaziz MJR Midsummer in Sweden, Love Is Not a Color Photograph, June 2011, a personal project taken over the course of 2 years examining a long distance relationship with a Swedish ballet dancer. Whereas previous work focused on culture and social identity, this project accepts the limitations of the photograph to show the depth of the experience while also documenting unposed moments. (via AI-AP Slideshow)

Mustafah Abdulaziz MJR Midsummer in Sweden, Love Is Not a Color Photograph, June 2011, a personal project taken over the course of 2 years examining a long distance relationship with a Swedish ballet dancer. Whereas previous work focused on culture and social identity, this project accepts the limitations of the photograph to show the depth of the experience while also documenting unposed moments. (via AI-AP Slideshow)

Mustafah Abdulaziz by Justin Maxon. Wounded Knee, South Dakota, 2012.

Mustafah Abdulaziz by Justin Maxon. Wounded Knee, South Dakota, 2012.

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Justin Maxon by Mustafah Abdulaziz. Utah, 2012.

Justin Maxon by Mustafah Abdulaziz. Utah, 2012.

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