A GALLERY OF SELECTED WORK BY MYRIAM BOULOS
Born and raised in Lebanon, Myriam Boulos started to use her camera at the age of 16 to question the capital of Beirut, its people, and her place among them. Boulos uses photography to explore, defy and resist society. Her photographs throughout the Lebanese Revolution, a popular uprising in October 2019, document the complexity of the mass movement. Myriam captures the most painful and intimate moments, a testament to the country of extremes, used to being teased by hope.
Miilkiina has the honor to showcase Myriam’s Fragments of the Revolution, a series of photographs and journal entries throughout the first few months of the political and social movement.
Her roster of both national and international collective exhibitions includes “Infinite identities” (Amsterdam), 3ème biennale des photographes du monde arabe (Paris), and “C’est Beyrouth” (Paris).
In 2021, Myriam was awarded the Grand prix ISEM and she joined Magnum.
All images courtesy of Myriam Boulos. →
Monday, 13 Jan 2020
The revolution is rising again.
Same feeling of big wave swallowing me.
Forgetting everything else.
Not responding to e-mails.
Not looking at myself in the mirror.
It is weird how the place of the body changes in time of crises.
(It is as if I erase its image.
Also I wonder if people are having sex.
A few months ago a friend told me that she needed to have sex so badly that she would wake up in the middle of the night crying.)
Monday, 20 Jan
Tonight in the teargas I took all my pictures with eyes closed.
They say the moment of a picture is a black out.
I wonder if I don’t look at these emotions, will they disappear?
Lebanon, Beirut, on the 10th of January 2020
Karen in Demo (a bar in Gemmayzeh)
“At some point the riot police was coming towards me to hit me and he was screaming “who’s the man here?” I expect huge violence from the revolution.”
Lebanon, Beirut, on the 31st of December 2019
We’re celebrating new year’s eve in Martyr’s square.
After taking their picture, some men sexually assaulted me and my friends.
I went from smiling at them to screaming and shouting at them.
I have this feeling like
The last breath before going underwater, or into teargas.
I feel like a difficult phase is waiting for us.
And I need to remind myself that I can be okay.
It’s as if I’m going to fall asleep and be taken in a dream that I don’t control.
Sounds like death.
Everything will be alright.
Lebanon, Beirut, on the 10th of June 2020
“But, with photographs, we have concrete proof that we have not been hallucinating.” Max Kozloff