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Matador’s photo essays include work by award-winning photographers who tell stories that evoke deep emotions about place and culture.

From moving essays on threatened regions and the daily struggle faced by native peoples around the world, to spectacular series on sports, food, and nightlife around the world, these shots examine people’s lives and cultures at ground level.

Over 100 flip flops have washed ashore, just on this beach, in the last year.
"Attention ladies and gentlemen. We are now beginning our descent into Mogadishu."
This man asked if I'd mind waiting while he went and changed into his nicest shirt.
It's one of few places on Earth where you feel like you're in the middle of nowhere.
Double exposures combining the spirit of London + New York.
As you read this, there are waves that are going unridden.
Surreal life experience #242: Riding an open-top bus in the St. Patrick’s Day parade.
The train signal boy stands with a flashlight and flag to signal the trains to proceed.
Bodysurfers seem to blend into the ocean's landscape.
Most of us will one day look at our hands a see a similar image.
Henry Munter is gearing up for the heli season with his team.
I find this part of the world wildly inviting, and I must not be alone.
Katmai National Park is known for two things: the volcanic landscape…and bears.
Every fighter had a different story that brought him to Aleppo.
Christopher took us out into the woods several times to hunt with just his knife and dogs.
For each kilogram of hardened yellow sulfur, a miner receives 900 rupiah.
This army is made of old tribes, modern fanatics, and college students.
Being rock climbers, we travel the world seeking the best climbing.
Anton Crone baked these prints to give a sense of the intense heat of the Kalahari.
Midwives must continue to deliver babies and pass their skills to future generations.
Taking pictures in a prison is a very sad experience.
The Kugrak is one dramatic valley among thousands.
I had to hand in my phone. From that moment on, we were always accompanied.
In Aleppo, I was able to shoot on my phone without drawing a lot of unwanted attention.
The Toraja are an ethnic group indigenous to a mountainous region of South Sulawesi.
I had heard about the smell of blood, but never imagined what a bitter taste it would...