Bite! magazine » Hannamari Shakya

This Is Not A Story Of Death, But A Story Of Life

I began shooting ‘Days with my father’ about a year after my mother died. The purpose became clearer, as time progressed. It was to make a still film. An abstract assortment of linked recollections. My father’s stories, and how he told them. His eyes, when he was going to say something funny. His white hair, in the afternoon sun. I wanted to remember the personality that shone through the haze of his fading memory. And I wanted to revel in his humor, that had remained hidden for years in the strong shadow of parenthood. I wanted to record all of this, before he died. To document the love between us, and by reflection, the love we both had for my mother.

Finland Is The Ultimate Place Where Nothing Happens

My work sometime takes me to strange far away places. Still I feel that my eyes are in the best use when I’m at home looking at things I know or think I know. These are photographs about family, friends and people I met when I have tried to photograph how the invisible everyday life where I live looks like. It is not dramatic and it is not very visual. Most of the time nothing happens, Finland is the ultimate place where nothing happens never. It is the small things that fascinate me, a family at the coffee table after sauna, a father and son having pizza and coke during the intermission of a hockey game. For me it is a great challenge to be able to tell a visual story, create a photograph someone wants to look at, about the life that’s in plain view for everybody, all the time.

From The Border With Turkey To The Border With Iran

Today, Armenia is at a crucial point in its history, transitioning from a state of religious and cultural communities to a state of political sovereignity. Located at the center of the Caucasus, Armenia is becoming an important player on the international geopolitical chessboard. Territory, religion and society are the three fundamental aspects that I try to deepen and that led me to travel to locations across the country, from the border with Turkey to border with Iran, passing through the autonomous region of Nagorno-Karabakh.

Yes, I Believe Objectivity Is An Illusion

I feel its a glorious time for photojournalism and story telling. Our medium is changing and the new opportunities are out there but take a little more work to find. I don’t understand why everyone is afraid of change, the same thing happened to radio years ago. Everyone said it was dead. Photography is not dead and if we can harness all the creativity and tools available to us, we can make some amazing work and deliver it to audiences we never dreamed of reaching before.

The First Time I Went To Romania Was In 2006

The first time I went to Romania was in the winter of 2006, I went to visit a friend. At that time, the country was getting ready to join the European Union. From talking to local peasants I learned that the country’s financial situation is serious. These land workers feared their jobs would disappear. Official reports were confirming these fears. This gave me the desire to go back the next summer, to make a documentary on life in a traditional Romanian village and on the jobs people work there.

Two To Ten Seconds To Get The Shot

The work presented here is a fifteen picture edition from the After The Gig series, comprising portraits of musicians straight after the show. I started have been working on this project since 2006. The idea is to capture the artist immediately after stepping off stage. Usually it takes two to ten seconds to get the shot. After that artists, well, they wake up and the moment vanishes. There is a short moment of having given all and being in their own world, sort of naked, one could say.

These Children Are Almost Exclusively Sunni

The first is from the Al Ahlam compound in Khadamiyah, Baghdad. It was shot at the juvenile detention centre in early 2007, when the so-called surge by American forces was going on.Iraqi security forces, highly sectarian at the time, were also busy asserting themselves. These children were almost exclusively Sunni, and had seemingly for the most part been picked up for minor offenses, or simply rounded up in whole-sale sweeps of Sunni neighborhoods.Only one of the kids seemed to have been involved in really bad stuff: kidnappings and IEDs.