Kasper Nybo

Entangled – new project from the streets of Paris

For a French/Danish art exhibition in Copenhagen, Denmark, I was invited to create an exhibition showcasing a few corners in Paris, seen through my eyes as a humanitarian photographer. It was a project of many twists and turns along the way – and fantastic people both in the research phase and on the streets in Paris. The exhibition has just ended and more than 2500 people came out to see it – for those who couldn’t be there, I’m very happy to share it with you here. As this was not a direct photojournalistic project I had the artistic freedom to work on and develop the rough, dirty feeling of the streets more than my normal projects allow me, this was a great experience. A big thank you goes out to the people behind www.frenchartday.com for the organization of some great days. This is the story I created for them.

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“Do you want some food?” a wrinkled woman asks me. I kindly turn down her offer and tell her I am fine. “Are you sure?” she insists “It’s for everybody!”.

This is not an offer of politeness, she has spotted me from across the square, and she genuinely cares.

It’s Wednesday night, I’m sitting on a cold stone in Place de Budapest, Paris. Resto Du Coeur has rolled out their tables and food is being served to a line of around 150 waiting people. Simultaneously this scene is being repeated in several other locations across town, tonight and all other days of the week.

I’ve been on the streets for a couple of days, and have blended into the crowd enough for the wrinkled social worker to take me as someone in need. Most strikingly is indeed the number of “normal looking” people in the line. People looking like they are on their way home from the office – and in fact they might very well be. On the back of increasing rents and cost of everyday items in the shops, there’s a growing number of people that simply cannot make ends meet, and so the soup kitchens take on a new roll of not only providing for the homeless, but reaching out to a much larger and diverse group.

The European middle class is under attack, and having a job is no longer a guarantee for food on the table or a roof over your head. Social and economic challenges are no longer distant subjects in the news. Individuals, families and children are falling over the edge daily, becoming members of the “new-poor” class. It’s a hard definable group, breaking classic descriptions of someone to be standing in line for food or shelter at night.

These images are produced over the course of 8 days in November 2012, during a long series of walks through the streets of Paris. Shooting was done day and night, under and above ground, on the boulevards and in the gutter. The subjects are isolated, captured on the distressed stage of the streets, one fate unaware of the next, one path crossing another. In a maze of entangled journeys each subject is frozen in its own frame.

The series is a preview of a planned project focussed on documenting the current social challenges in Europe, resulting in the rapid growth of the “new-poor” class. Further funding will determine the longer term future of this project.

All images are sold framed and benefits will go directly into the support of my continued humanitarian work. Pictures from the exhibition will be online soon in the Exhibitions section

Japan Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami 2011

As the March 11, magnitude 9.0, earthquake shook the Japanese people to its core, a deep sea diver working in the water as the quake hit, recalls the experience: “The seafloor was snapping, twisting and turning like a fish pulled out of the water. It was roaring and groaning with such an intense and frightening noise, torturing every fibre of my body.”

In the 30 minutes that passed between the ground stopped moving, and the first tsunami waves hit the coast, the diver reached land and fled for higher ground. Beneath him his life as a fisherman was swept away, along with his village. As the waves spread, hitting further and further down the coast, the story of destruction repeated itself in one coastal city after another, making this the worst natural disaster in the history of Japan.

As the water withdrew, and in the following months, the japanese people found themselves left behind with more than 15,000 confirmed deaths and almost 8,000  missing. 300,000 people were left with no home and evacuation centers opened in all the affected areas. As of mid May more than 115,000 were still living in these centers, as refugees in their own country, awaiting temporary housing. Suicide rates were soaring, as people lost hope in getting their lives back on track.

Japan, a country resting on four tectonic plates, is no foreign land to earthquakes and tsunamis. Shakings of the ground is an almost daily event and everybody is educated from childhood in how to handle these situations. Had it only been for the quake, not much damage would have occurred. However, no risk calculation had taken into account a mass of water on this scale.

Ranging in height from a few meters up to 38 meters, the tsunami wave was unstoppable in its deadly path. Seawalls were washed away like plastic toys on a summer beach. Houses were lifted, in a clean cut from their foundation, and carried away by the water. Entire towns were wiped away, leaving nothing behind, as building regulations were based on smaller tsunami heights, leaving many people to believe they were safe.

Ishinomaki Bay, looking south over the sea. The face of the ocean is calm, as if today was no different than yesterday. Behind, the city of Ishinomaki is recovering from the impact with the tsunami waves that rushed passed here, directly towards the city center.

Oshika peninsula, a village is completely wiped out as the tsunami wave was forced into the narrow bay, making the wave higher. This is one out of many villages like it along the coast of the peninsula.

Ishinomaki. Officials from Japan Air Self Defense forces overlooking the towncenter. The damage is very localized, varying within a few hundred meters from complete destruction, over extensive water damage to no damage at all.

A long stretch of flat land, just on the coastline is left with few houses standing and completely covered in rubble.

A man biking through the rubble. Many still return to their neighborhoods searching for belongings, and memories of their loved ones, lost in the water.

A classroom converted into temporary housing for several families, with no privacy or timeframe for when they will have a home again.

Police forces from all over the country are searching the rubble  for bodies, in an increasing smell of decay.

A soldier is passing by a damaged house, its first floor resting on other rubble, a doorframe and two wooden beams.

Ishinomaki Paper Mill, a huge paper factory and employer to 822 people, now in complete closedown as the factory itself and surrounding areas were shattered by the tsunami wave. Cargo trains and containers have been tumbled around as weightless objects. 2 people lost their lives in the factory when the tsunami hit, and 3 remain unaccounted for.

The village of Hashiura, 600 meters inland, behind big protective dikes, the water still flooded this village with about 1 meter of water.

A cemetery in Ishinomaki, Japan, April 2011. Cars have been stopped by the foot of a mountain, leaving them spread among the graves as the water receded.

 

A tower of a temple remains, as an island in a massive sea of rubble.

A community pool surrounded by a thick layer of mud and flooded with black water, cars and rubble.

A Statue Of Liberty copy stretches her torch towards a dark sky, she remains as one of the few standing structures on this island in the river that cuts through Ishinomaki.

To explore more stories from the Japan earthquake and tsunami disaster, please check the Japan disaster category

Haiti earthquake – 100 days later

100 days have now passed since the January 12, magnitude 7.0, earthquake shattered Haiti, and especially its capital Port-au-Prince.
In the days that followed media agencies told a non-stop news story of what became almost 200,000 casualties and 300,000 injured, directly related to the quake. Today the needs of the Haitian people remains urgent, and the impact on their society as catastrophic, but the light of media attention has been switched off and left a disaster in the dark.

On the streets of Port-au-Prince all clear spots and open spaces are occupied by temporary camps and tents that are turning into more and more permanent housing for hundreds of thousands of people. Sanitation in the street camps is extremely poor and diseases related to the lack of access to safe water and sanitation systems are spreading and have high epidemic potential, a risk that is rising with the rainy season coming closer. Diarrhea and other simple diseases are claiming lives daily in the camps and in the hospitals.

In spite of an impossible situation that will take years to recover from, and call for many more casualties in the process, the Haitian people posses a strength and determination that deserves all admiration. The will to rebuild and move on is stunning and ever present! The urge to rebuild does however hold another threat, as the work to tear down building remains is extremely dangerous and safety equipment is non-existent. Work crews are seen all over town climbing around halfway collapsed buildings, taking them down by hand, brick by brick. The emergency rooms have a constant flow of workmen having fallen from or being crushed under buildings. Some are patched up and send back to their families, some pay with their lives in the effort to re-gain what was lost.

The need to secure food, water, sanitation and housing is immense and is far from having reached any acceptable standard. Please keep donating what you can to the Haitian people – they need it.

I am currently working on a story focused on orphaned children in the wake of the earthquake. Will post as soon as possible, sign up for the RSS feed to be informed of updates.

Separated by death, but still as if reaching for each other, bodies lie on the concrete floor of the hospital morgue in Port-au-Prince, Haiti on March 25, 2010. Two months after the quake the morgue remains overloaded due to conflicts and the general public health situation.

A young woman arguing with guards at the hospital gates to be allowed inside before nightfall.

Dirty instruments piling up outside the emergency tent outside the main hospital.

A young boy watches over his mother who has just come out of surgery a few minutes earlier. A fan in the corner is trying to keep the tent cool.

A boy is salvaging wood from a destroyed factory. In spite of the situation there is an immense will to move on and rebuild.

In a cloud of dust a wall collapses in a back-alley as the rebuilding process slowly begins. The work is extremely dangerous and casualties are high due to the unstable remaining buildings and complete lack of safety equipment.

A man with chest injuries is being supported to stand for an x-ray examination of his lungs.

With an injured foot and no clean water, a man is doing the family laundry, while his girlfriend is watching from their tent in a smaller camp next to the Presidential palace.

A destroyed government building downtown Port-au-Prince.

A father watches over his 2 days older daughter while she’s receiving treatment in the maternity tent in the general hospital. Much of the hospital was damaged and the remains are unsafe, most people are treated in tents outside, struggling with intense heat and no air-condition.

A medical worker is quickly scanning the shelves of medicine in the emergency tent, while patients are pouring in from the never ending lines outside. ItÕs a hectic and non-stop workplace for this American team of doctors and nurses.

A man is trying to catch a glimpse of what is happening in the neighboring tent of the hospital. After receiving treatments himself he is now bound to a hospital bed outside, with nothing to do but wait.

The hospital church is closed due to the danger of collapse, and a tent is now replacing it offering a quite place to pray and reflect in the shade.

A man sleeps in the street, head buried in deep in his hands in front of a building tagged with “No life”.

Empty metal coffins piled up in a corner of the morgue outside the cold and crowded storing rooms. A deep humming from the air-condition echoes on the thick walls, breaking the deafening silence of the building.

One of many desperate signs on the streets, calling for attention from the passing trucks of aid organizations and the rest of the world.

Long lines of hungry people gather under a burning sun, during a food distribution next to a central camp downtown. Getting to the food before it runs out can be a violent game and the atmosphere is extremely tense.