England
In 2008, accountant and amateur photographer Lee Jeffries was in London to run a marathon. On the day before the race, Jeffries thought he would wander the city to take pictures. Near Leicester Square, he trained his 5D camera with a long, 70-200 lens on a young, homeless woman who was huddled in a sleeping bag among Chinese food containers. “She spotted me and started shouting, drawing the attention of passersby,” Jeffries says. “I could have just walked away in an embarrassed state, or I could have gone over and apologized to her.” He chose the latter, crossed the street and sat with the woman. The eighteen-year-old, whose complexion indicated she was addicted to drugs, told Jeffries her story: her parents had died, leaving her without a home, and she now lived on the streets of London.
This experience had a profound effect on Jeffries, sharpening the focus on the subject matter of his street photography—the homeless—and defining his approach to taking pictures. He didn’t want to exploit these people or steal photographs of them like so many other photographers who had seen the homeless as an easy target. In an effort to make intimate portraits, Jeffries would try to connect with each person on an individual basis first. “I need to see some kind of emotion in my subjects,” Jeffries says. “I specifically look at people’s eyes—when I see it, I recognize it and feel it—and I repeat the process over and over again.” Jeffries tries to keep the contact as informal as possible. He rarely takes notes, feeling it immediately raises suspicion, and prefers to take pictures while he is talking with his subjects to capture the “real emotion” in them. “I’m stepping into their world,” he says. “Everyone else walks by like the homeless are invisible. I’m stepping through the fear, in the hope that people will realize these people are just like me and you.”
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Source: TIME
India
A woman sits at the site of a fire in Kolkata, India, where over a thousand people were rendered homeless after at least 100 shanties were destroyed by the blaze.
Bikas Das/AP
Source: TIME
San Francisco, California, USA
Homeless Rick from Chicago sitting on the sidewalk near the civic center by the warmth of a steam grate.
Rick said he was recently assaulted by a “black guy” who beat him over the head with a cane, “I guess he didn’t like white guys.” in addition to his black eye and raw facial cuts, rick showed me large welts under his hair on the side of his head.
Tom Stone
San Francisco, California, USA
“She goes by ‘Zombie’, but there’s still a spark. With her crew she’s the one people notice. When they notice.
But mostly, they don’t see that she’s sad. And maybe not so comfortable being pretty. Or herself. And that she doesn’t quite feel alive when she’s still.
Or maybe that’s just a girl she reminds me of.
But her guy’s been watching and figures she’s talked too much. So she takes the bottle.” - Tom Stone
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San Francisco, California
The day is unsettling. It’s cold and it’s wet; and the mist is stubborn and seems to hover, only disturbed as huddled masses hurry through.
Robin is not well. A bullet still rests near her spine. And she still feels pain. She needs more treatment; but doesn’t get it.
She rustles through a large trash bag of something and bends by her cart overflowing with nothing. A man stands beside and waits. Then leaves.
Robin’s sons visited her for thanksgiving. Both of them; one about 22 and the other about 35. They came from Sonoma. Her younger son came with a Bible and a fine set of clothes. Her older son came to stay.
She says that all she wants in the world is to spend time with her family and for them to be happy and to be well.
She hasn’t seen her younger son since about Thanksgiving. and now she’s been told he just got shot in the mission. He didn’t want her to know; but she found out. Yet she can’t find him. She tried the hospital where they bring gunshot victims from the mission. Nothing.
She is visibly shaken. “How can two people in the same family be shot like this?” Robin says, “It’s like the city is trying to tear us apart.”
Her older son came to visit earlier than his younger brother and has been staying with her on the street. He’s a “builder.” She tells me proudly of the homes he’s worked on.
Robin is originally from Marin (not Sonoma). She spent her early years there in a Catholic convent or such. They were planning to move to Marin together. She would get off methadone. It was real nice.
But “he got real ugly” and mean a few nights ago, she says. And she hasn’t seen him since. He just vanished.
She says it’s hard. Says she doesn’t know what to do.
“But I must have faith” she says and seems to swallow.
Tom Stone
Source: Flickr / stoneth
San Francisco, California
Homeless Leilana sitting against trash can on sidewalk. She had just been in a fight so her eyes are swollen. Sleeps in the park, which she’s done since coming to SF 8 years ago. She got here by hitching from East Coast; doing “whatever” to make a buck along the way.
She has a few raw sores on her face mostly hidden by her hair. I’ve seen her around for a while now, usually sitting huddled somewhere staring at nothing. I worried she might have some mental/emotional problems from how she acted, but talking to her, she seems fine.
But, she’s clearly weary and has moments where the thoughts and memories going through her head seem to chill her thoroughly.
She says she’s trying to take a vacation from fucking herself up.
Source: Flickr / stoneth







