Tilo Driessen was on his way to work when he saw the hammock strung up in a sculpture on the beach. "Luckily, the dude was sleeping," he said, "so I had time to set up in these difficult light conditions. I was struck by the practical nonchalance of

Fugitives in archives reveal the generative power of disorder

For most of her adult life, my mother, Danuta Rago, was a professional photographer in Poland. In the early seventies she travelled to the Asiatic republics of the ussr and to Siberia. Her assignment was to take portraits of happy members of the coll