At the heart of this project is a search for beauty, serendipity, coincidence, and the redeeming qualities of humankind by way of candid street and documentary photography. Thus, this is primarily a photography portfolio, however, given the state of the world, viewers will find a strong political them throughout, which I’ve tried to separate—for those uninterested in such things—the site into a portfolio of images from around the world and a section dedicated to the malevolence I carry with me as an American passport holder.

Briefly, section 1 is devoted to the best photos I’ve been lucky enough to have find me (yes I phrased it on that way on purpose, this work is the definition of luck and serendipity)….with section 2 devoted to an understanding and compilation of the real history actions the world’s greatest empire around the world and the immense agony, destabilization, and most ironically absolute desecration of democratically elected leaders, democracy of course being the purported aim of the entire operation. I provide clear examples, in many cases testimonials from the people living in these places, and the details you were never shown, and never will be shown on the news media.

Mossad (Israel’s intelligence agency), the CIA ( USA’s intelligence agency), and MI6 (GB’s intelligence agency) have worked as one to shape the earth as they would have it, with complete disregard for the suffering of billions of people and it has to sop. The question is how?

The idea then is not to despair, it’s to work together to solve and prevent what more of the same and something new and much more concerning (see About for details), allowing us to preserve a reasonably natural and free way of life as we have for millennia.

As a photographer the inspiration I offer you, as reader, are my best works from the areas I’ve had the luck to visit (eventually when I get my hands on the resources it will be all of them) in the hopes of inspiring a sense of shared humanity, suffering, joy, marriage, birth, food, and compassion which is impossible to avoid while eating cross legged with a group of Arabs in Morocco, or in a small hut in Laos, or breaking fast with a group of Indian Muslims during Ramadhan, or walking the Allée de Baobap’s (incredible trees) in Madagascar while women fish and kids play soccer with a ball made from duct tape.

We are all human, but amongst the benevolent masses there are a few who have caught perhaps the only incurable disease. Wealth. And with it, power. The most benevolent way I can think of them is as children collecting action figures. They have an astonishing amount and have gained status because of it amongst their action oriented group. Taking just one of hundreds diminishes rather than embellishes their status

These billionaires, insecure children posing as men, are of course any one of the 902 American, or 3000 global elites that determine many parts of our lives that we don’t realize.

Having seen much of the world, including enormous suffering and poverty, it’s hard for me to accept that this disease, apparently incurable, could prevent reduce suffering overnight by such enormous measures and yet these (largely) men can’t part with the smallest fraction of they wealth despite undeniably being aware of the desperation of so much of the world.

We all know that this power lies neatly in their pocked intuitively, however no attempt is made to solve these issues, in fact any pre-existing aid or sympathy is retracted as countries reject immigration and diversity, close borders, and look inward.

If you, like I, have encountered real poverty in its most extreme manifestation, you will understand exactly why this is so unacceptable. Most US citizens haven’t been to a low income country, much less a country on the list of the ten poorest in the world. For the with the resources, I challenge you to go, to Madagascar, Nepal, Bangladesh, Burundi, etc. and you will see a new reality. A reality in which you are no longer the hero.

Thus, the aim of this project is to force reflection on those who perhaps haven’t considered these things before, weren’t aware or perhaps were deceived by the news media. For those who know, to the wealthy and knowledgable who have done nothing so much as send peace and prayers, (that oh-so powerful phrase we as the United States populace employ so effectively to prevent the horrifyingly insurmountable challenge of child massacres from, now taking place near ritualistically in schools as often as bi-weekly using legally purchased military grade weapons), you are the problem. You are not welcome here nor is the rest of your ilk I find great shame in sharing a phylogeny with such sociopathic wealth hoarding murderers. Let’s be clear, wealth is a disease, and those who can, but do not use their wealth to improve the world will be deep in whatever religious hole you believe in.

I can’t say I expect this project to change many minds. 100+ years of Bernaysian propaganda has done some incredible work planting viruses in the minds of otherwise decent men and women. However, from experience, even a single idea from a single mind to a single mind can lead a lifetime of sought connections and knowledge and a desire to contribute in some way.

Thanks to two people who I won’t name but will credit them with their initials, I now find myself, Alexander Ben, the author of this project, ready to repudiate corporate money and American imperialism and at least attempt an idea that has been brewing since I started photography two years ago and perhaps a bit before.

To conclude I refuse to not only watch and do nothing as my loved ones enter Aldous Huxley’s altered universe of total control, oblivious to the idea of sun, grass, and trees, trapped in a metallic inferno and subdued to the point of delirium by the infamous soma; or, to provide a better known example written 30 years later on the same premise; to watch Orwell’s 1984 come to life as my friends have kids and as I live another 30 years.

Rather, I choose to act as I feel I’m able, without money, but with passion and talent, rather than to continue to actively benefit from and contribute to the suffering and desecration of a planet and a people whose beautiful idiosyncrasies I’ve been blessed to experience so much of.

Dedicated to my mother,, father, brothers, grandmother, Andy Porter and others to be listed later on.