Disposable Mongolia / by Cyrus Moussavi

Berlin was the first stop on our Raw Music Mongolia journey. On the hour-long flight from Stockholm, Norwegian Air managed to lose my bag.  I scrambled around Berlin in the middle of a heat wave trying to find camping and audio supplies.  During one of those sweaty, bleary-eyed days I picked up a disposable camera, put it in my bag, and resumed damage control.  

Three weeks later, on the border of China and Mongolia where we were staying with a Kazakh nomad family, I remembered the camera.  These are the photos. Blurry, disoriented, gorgeous. Just how I remember it.