Last week, I worked on my blog from Epistrophy Café in Nolita. A gentlemen sat beside me on the communal table and we engaged in conversation; one that turned out to be fascinating.
Karim is a photojournalist that travelled all around the world (including Lebanon) documenting areas of conflict. Since I belong to the fourth generation of Lebanese people who have known war, we had loads to talk about.
“99% of the things you see are hand-picked by the big guys. This platform gives you freedom to choose what you want to watch by directly backing up the journalists.” – it’s called ‘Crowdfund Visual Journalism’.
Karim took a picture of me with an effort to re-create the effect of this picture (right). You might recognise Carlo who works at the café – He prepares your coffee with love while he sings his favourite Italian songs.
I’m always fascinated by people who live on the edge. When I asked Karim about the dangers of being a photojournalist, he smiled, took another drag on his cigarette and answered by quoting Jacques Brel:
“La vie c’est dangereux, la preuve on en meurs”