World Press Photo 2012

As every year, I went to the World Press Photo exhibition. This year, though, I didn’t go with deadra, but with B. and S. Nevertheless, you’ll get my favorites after the jump as usual.

I do think that there were more female photographers honored this year than in the previous years. I don’t have a statistic, but that’s my impression. If it’s true, it’s pretty damn cool and should be encouraged.

Let’s get started with the overall winner:

[Samuel Aranda]

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World Press Photo 2011

As every year, deadra and me headed to the World Press Photo exhibition. The photos were very impressive again and I had to fight tears a couple of times. [Sometimes I really am too touchy. Or to put a positive spin on it: boy, am I empathic.] While that is one of the reasons I don’t really follow the news regularly, it’s a good thing that at least this exhibition catches me up on important things once a year.

It seemed that there were less nature photos this year than usual, but that’s just a minor sidenote  – generally the photos were brilliant.

After the jump, find my favorites.

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World Press Photo 2010

deadra and me went to the World Press Photo exhibition again. [This year, we made the good choice to do so on a weekday and not in the evening.] There were some brilliant pieces again this year, but it seemed to me to be a weaker year. [Could be my imagination, though.] There were also surprisingly many black and white photos.

There were a few exhibits centered around gender, which were really interesting, but there were also a few I didn’t get at all like [the whole Hungry Horse pictures].

As usual, you can find my favorites after the jump. You can find all the winners here.

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World Press Photo 2009

deadra and me managed to catch the World Press Photo 2009 exhibition in Vienna on its penultimate day. As usual, it’s a great exhibition, but going on the penultimate day is not a good idea, trust me. We weren’t really able to amble through the gallery but were more pushed through (especially since it’s really small), sometimes having to wait for a few minutes until the crowds had cleared enough so you could actually see the photos. After about half an hour of this, you’re contemplating escape and not seeing the rest of the photos. If it takes you much longer than an hour, the thought of jumping out a window become strangely appealing.

It influences the impact of the exhibition.

In any case, after the jump you can find my favourites. If you want more info about each photo or look at the entire collection, you can do so here.

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