Category: Civil Wars

A long line of marchers stretches across a Washington, D.C. parkland with the Washington Monument rising in the distance, turning the capital’s familiar landscape into a stage for international urgency. Women cluster shoulder to shoulder, some holding flags while others lift placards above the crowd, creating a moving wall of text and symbol. The title,…

At a street corner in Trutnov, Czechoslovakia, an armored tank sits awkwardly amid everyday city geometry—curbs, tramless roadway, and a small bridge cutting across the foreground. Pedestrians linger at a cautious distance, some mid-step as if unsure whether to continue their routines or pause to take in the sudden intrusion of military power. The elevated…

Crowds pack a Bratislava street until there seems to be no empty space left, their faces turned toward the same hard focal point: a Soviet tank wedged amid bodies and concrete. Men climb onto the turret and hull, leaning over the metal as if to reclaim it through sheer proximity, while the long barrel cuts…

Armored vehicles roll along a cobbled city street as onlookers pack the sidewalks, their attention fixed on the sudden assertion of Soviet power during the 1968 invasion of Czechoslovakia. In the foreground, raised fists punctuate the scene with defiance, while shopfronts and streetcar tracks anchor the moment in everyday urban life interrupted by military force.…

A teenage boy stares straight into the lens, his expression set and wary, with a numbered tag marked “55” hanging from his chest like an official verdict. The stark, plain backdrop offers no comfort or context—only the sense of an institutional space where people become records. Smudges, scratches, and the faint wear on the print…

Near the Thai–Cambodian frontier in 1977, a Thai border patrolman crouches in a rough, grassy field beside the small body of a child. His uniform—creased shirt, insignia, name patch in Thai script, and a brimmed hat—anchors the scene in official duty, yet his posture reads as quiet shock rather than routine procedure. Another pair of…

A young man sits close to the camera with a numbered tag pinned to his shirt, his face steady and exhausted as he looks straight ahead. Behind him, the frame dissolves into a crowded blur of bodies and limbs, suggesting a space where people were packed together and reduced to indistinct shapes. The creases, scratches,…

Along the rough earthworks of Fort D’Audervilliers, a line of artillery sits poised behind sandbag parapets, its long barrels angled toward the distant horizon and, by the title’s grim implication, toward Paris itself. Uniformed soldiers cluster around the gun battery—some standing at ease, others crouched low—creating a tense contrast between the calm posture of the…

Along the Rue de Lille, the city’s elegant stone façades are reduced to jagged shells, their roofs torn away and interior walls exposed to open sky. A mound of broken masonry spills into the street, while chimneys and fragmented upper stories stand like precarious markers of what once were homes and shops. The stillness of…

Above a tangle of summer growth and back-garden hedges, a tall church spire rises over tightly packed rooftops, antennas, and chimney pots—an ordinary skyline that becomes anything but ordinary in 1978. The title’s phrase, “You are now entering Free Derry,” evokes a contested threshold, where a neighborhood’s identity was asserted as much through words and…