Inside the porn-splattered walls of Patarei gulag.
I’m sat with Bjarni Bernhardur, 25 years ago, he butchered his landlord to the sounds of Louis Armstrong. Today he’s invited me over to drink some tea, eat some salami and hear about his life.
Before the 90s economic collapse, this is what the future was going to look like for Japan.
Stuck between two warring Koreas, is a little third one, trying to make it's way.
Love it or hate it, when most people think of metal, they think of white dudes. Not black dudes in deserts.
That little girl in the middle there is Tea Turalija. She grew up in Bosnia and Herzegovina surrounded by tattooed women.
My friend got in touch with some pictures from the ground.
La Torre de David; a huge tower full of Caracas’ drug dealers and prostitutes, its disease-ridden and displaced poor.
A whole country that doesn't exist, doing a very good impression of existence.
Monster truck rallies are confusing.