Portside

“Portside” means in ships language the left side of the ship, the “not right” side in opposite to Starboard side which is for “the Stars”. “Portside” is the side where the sailors go out to meet the prostitutes in Ports. I am interested in life of those who are at the very end of the chain. I have been always close to the "plebs". It is there on deck 1, where is the real life. This photo Project is a look at the society of workers and their environment on Cruise ship, our everyday life here on board, which I am part of. I started to photograph here in 2013 and I continue till now. What interest me, is a condition of the human being here, the emotional state of people closed in 200 meter long and 36 meter bright space with 14 decks where people are locked up every day for many months and around is only ocean. What happens to human in this conditions? Water affects our bodies, our minds, you feel it, and you feel how your life is changing. Everything is illusion. We live in different reality. Often I cannot sleep, like others. I wake up in the darkness, dress up in uniform, and go for breakfast to crew mess with sleepy face. I see all those strangers and don’t feel like sitting with them. I would like to drink proper coffee. I can’t swallow this food anymore. I try not to be a slave or victim. All possible instincts come out.

© Martyna Bec - view from the window in the crew mess on the cruise ship
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view from the window in the crew mess on the cruise ship

© Martyna Bec - labirynth of corridors on the ship
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labirynth of corridors on the ship

© Martyna Bec - Image from the Portside photography project
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Water affects our bodies, our minds, you feel it, and you feel how your life is changing. Everything becomes like liquid, without clear boundaries, detached. Everything is changing, passing by like a water itself. Everything is illusion. We live in different reality. In the very moment we enter the ship our life belong to the sea and sea dictates different rules.

© Martyna Bec - In the crew mess.
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In the crew mess.

© Martyna Bec - The sailor.Everything is liquid. Everything changes. everything is illusion and everything stays on the ship, between us.
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The sailor.Everything is liquid. Everything changes. everything is illusion and everything stays on the ship, between us.

© Martyna Bec - in the crew mess
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in the crew mess

© Martyna Bec - JJ, Lady boy from Philipines preparing for the danceduring bingo for the crew.
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JJ, Lady boy from Philipines preparing for the danceduring bingo for the crew.

© Martyna Bec - The sailor during short break in the cabin. Mostly working the nightshift.
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The sailor during short break in the cabin. Mostly working the nightshift.

© Martyna Bec - The sailor short befor goint to the Bridge. Christmas time.
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The sailor short befor goint to the Bridge. Christmas time.

© Martyna Bec - Bingo game for the crew in crewmess.
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Bingo game for the crew in crewmess.

© Martyna Bec - Image from the Portside photography project
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Cabin party. My thoughts, my acts, and my relationships with people are also liquid. We have to be close together here on board, doesn’t matter if we want it or not. All our life here is about work and hierarchy. Whole focus is on duties, safety and surviving. We are part of huge machine, in constant movement with endless repetition. Sometimes totally anonym. Our personalities are reduced to tribes which fulfill the tasks. As a compensation we use couple of hours in the evening to have fun, get drunk and go crazy.

© Martyna Bec - self portrait in the cabin.
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self portrait in the cabin.

© Martyna Bec - deck 1
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deck 1

© Martyna Bec - deck2 crew area
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deck2 crew area

© Martyna Bec - Having rest in single share cabin, befor nightshift. My private space is a 4 m2 cabin
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Having rest in single share cabin, befor nightshift. My private space is a 4 m2 cabin

© Martyna Bec - dead fish. Reminds me the feeling of suffocasion which I often have here on board.
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dead fish. Reminds me the feeling of suffocasion which I often have here on board.

© Martyna Bec - Image from the Portside photography project
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The tooth of my friend from Nicaragua who works in Houskeeping department. The visit at the dentist with fixing the tooth wasnt covered only pulling out of the tooth was possible. after he had to go straight to work.

© Martyna Bec - Sailor sleeping uring the day to start his night shift after.
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Sailor sleeping uring the day to start his night shift after.

© Martyna Bec - I feel sometimes like I was flying, like I was not here, but also not there on land. Like nothing is real
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I feel sometimes like I was flying, like I was not here, but also not there on land. Like nothing is real

© Martyna Bec - Image from the Portside photography project
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. Then again water, shaking, falling asleep with this sound and movement of the waves. This I miss often when back on land and this view of perfect horizon line, the sea which changes its colors and moods.

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