An annual 300 year-old tradition, members of the Orthodox congregation come to the Holy Mountain of Grabarka for the biggest feast in summer time which is The Spas (Day of Transfiguration of the Saviour) on 19 August.People travel to Grabarka by car, bike, canoe, bus, train and of course on foot. This walking form of pilgrimage isprobably the most challenging and yet the most remembered. I walked alongside the pilgrims from Bialystok in 2012 and 2013. Each year the route, distance and amount of pilgrims varied.Sadly, this beautiful tradition is slowly fading away. I have decided to document the event from inside, and for me it has been a very personal project. I was born in the region to an ethnic minority family and feel strong connection with my small community. We live peacefully in Poland; valuing our Orthodox faith, own language and culture. During my time with the pilgrims walking to the Holy Mountain of Grabarka, I was trying to capturing the atmosphere of this unique event, to show to others why modern Orthodox followers give one week of their lives a year to walk hundreds of kilometres through dust, sweat and pain through Polish countryside.
London's prestigious Park Lane was always associated with high profile people, five star hotels, expensive cars and fabulous view over the Hyde Park. This view has changed since the large group of Roma gypsy people choose this spot for camping. They are living and begging here.In heart of wealthy British capital.
Twenty years ago, in April 1986 a terrible accident occurred at the Number 4 Chernobyl Plant in Ukraine, formerly within the Soviet Union.Soon after disaster The Exclusion Zone was established as an area of 30-kilometer radius from the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant designated for evacuation and placed under military control. The Chain Reaction is my personal ongoing project which began in 2010.I was visiting the Zone in the three consecutive years,documenting daily life of few last self - settlers,who still living in their houses as well as the abandoned town of Prypyat',which still stood like awkward, silent witness of the past tragedy.The completed photo-book is scheduled to be publish in the near future.
Refugees from Afghanistan, Syria, Sudan, and Eritrea steadily descend on a migrant camp in the French coastal town of Calais. They hope to gain entry to the UK, just 21 miles away across the English Channel. Their presence has become a thorny political issue in France and UK. For many of those in Calais, the risks, which include suffocation in the backs of trucks, falling from moving vehicles and violence in migrant camps, are worth taking for a chance of entering the British system. First time I went to document the life of migrants in French port of Calais in December 2014. It was estimated 3,000 refugees living there in makeshift camps across the area in harsh winter conditions typically without proper sanitary or washing facilities and accommodation consisting of tents and improvised shelters. Food was supplied by charity soup kitchens. The French authorities have faced a dilemma of the need to address a humanitarian crisis without making conditions so attractive that more migrants arrive. In July 2015 I went to see migrants for the second time. The previous Jungle was demolished and migrants moved to across the road to set up another camp. This jungle for the first time had showers, electricity and toilets, plus one hot meal served per day, but without proper accommodation. The camps themselves are also dangerous, particularly for women, with a volatile mix of desperate young men of different nationalities, drinking, and violence. In January 2015, the French government opened the Jules Ferry day centre for migrants at Calais, in a former children’s holiday camp. It provides overnight accommodation for 600 women and children but does not accept men. There are now 5,000 migrants in Calais, the French authorities estimate.