Category: Civil Wars

Along a dusty road at Klong Kwang, Thailand, a long column of Cambodian refugees moves forward in 1979, their figures receding into the distance like a living line drawn by war. In the foreground, several people trudge shoulder to shoulder, faces set with fatigue and concentration, headscarves tied against sun and grit. Bulging bundles and…

A tight circle of Cambodian refugee children fills the frame, their faces turned toward the camera with a mixture of curiosity, caution, and fatigue. In the center, one child sits on a rough wooden cart, legs drawn up, while others press in from both sides, barefoot on packed earth. The crowding is palpable, suggesting a…

Across a broad stone arcade, the Finance Ministry stands hollowed out by fire, its long façade reduced to a jagged rhythm of arches and broken window bays. Shutters hang askew, upper floors are opened like a cutaway, and the street in front is choked with masonry—an uneven sea of rubble that pushes right up to…

Crowded into the cobbled space of the Place Vendôme, a group of National Guardsmen pause long enough to pose beside an artillery piece and a barricade built from stacked paving stones. Uniforms, kepis, and long rifles dominate the foreground, while the elegant façades of the square rise behind them, an uneasy contrast between Parisian grandeur…

At the bottom of Clonard Street in Belfast, 1978, a soldier crouches tight to a battered wall, rifle levelled down an ordinary city road turned suddenly precarious. The hard lines of the shopfronts and shuttered windows funnel the eye into the distance, where haze and scattered figures suggest movement, tension, and uncertainty. Litter on the…

Under harsh hospital lights in Sarajevo, a wounded Bosnian fighter lies strapped to a narrow operating table, an airway tube held in place as the surgical team gathers around him. Green scrubs and white masks dominate the room, while a doctor in a coat watches from the doorway, underscoring the urgency and constant movement of…

Along a concrete walkway beside a red-brick building, several bodies lie arranged on blankets and coats, their everyday clothing a stark reminder of ordinary lives interrupted. A few onlookers stand close by in work jackets and caps, hesitant and quiet, as if unsure where to place their hands or their gaze. The setting feels domestic—windows,…

In the raw light of an open valley, a shattered bus sits at an angle, its windows blown out and its front end scarred, reduced to a hollow shell on a dirt-strewn roadside. The ground in the foreground is littered with debris—scraps, stones, and torn belongings—while the surrounding hills loom quietly behind the violence that…

On a sunlit street in Sarajevo on 19 August 1992, four boys step into an improvised drama with toy pistols, their poses half-play, half-lesson absorbed too quickly. Behind them, a building stands gutted and blackened, its windows blown out and its interior reduced to shadow and twisted frames. The contrast is jarring: small hands mimicking…

Amid fractured brickwork and yawning doorways, a mother pauses at the threshold while her child scrambles over rubble to reach what used to be the entrance. The walls are split open, exposing layers of masonry like a wound, and the ground is littered with broken stones and household debris—an ordinary domestic space turned hazardous terrain.…