Sunday, January 17, 2010

Before

It was a sad song - I mean to say that she was sad and that she didn't know any other kind of song. She didn't sing loud and it was a song with no words, her mouth shut the song sticking in her throat like a moan... so what do you want? She sang as the black girls do, as if you're smothering a sob, and this song always ends by beginning again because it is made in the image of misery, and tell me, will misery ever end?"
Jacques Roumain, "Gouverneurs de la Rosée" ("Masters of the Dew") Translation by MADISON SMARTT BELL


A Haitian woman reselling cigarettes and candies in the La Saline market (Port-au-Prince, Haiti).


The street of the La Saline market (Port-au-Prince, Haiti).


The street of the La Saline market (Port-au-Prince, Haiti).

 Every day thousands of women from all over the city of Port-au-Prince try to resell supplies and food from questionable sources in the La Saline market. The informal sector significantly predominate within the poor Haitian economics and the regular shops virtually do not exist. La Saline is the largest street market area in Port-au-Prince. [July, 2008]

Photography Copyright © 2002-2010- more: Jan Sochor


1 comments:

Owen said...

Thank you for this beautiful piece about Haiti...

I too have been posting a few photos from there over the past days, to remember ...