Seba Kurtis

‘Kif’ documents a journey inspired by friendship and loss and tells the tender tale of a small corner of the international drug trade.

Seba Kurtis and Dodo became close sharing a flat as illegal immigrants in Tenerife. The friends took separate paths – Kurtis marrying and moving to the UK to follow his career as a photographer, while Dodo, after a period working in construction followed by a one-off fund-raising expedition to Morocco as a drug mule, died young and alone in Barcelona.

When the pair last met, Dodo rhapsodised about Chefchaouen, the northern Moroccan province where 90,000 households are modestly sustained on the cultivation of cannabis that supplies the bulk of the European market.

Like many a backpacker before him, Dodo was enchanted by the whitewashed medinas that cling to the slopes of Rif mountains and the peaceful farms that nestle above them. But he was there to smuggle hashish – or kif, as its known locally – and too distracted to engage in the ritual of creating a photographic record of his journey.

After Dodo’s death, Kurtis retraced the journey in tribute to a friend, to Chefchaouen, to the farmers who raise a crop that happens to be illegal and fill the coffers of the corrupt, and the trade’s small-time carriers who exploit their bodies as a hold for contraband cargo.

270 x 190mm, 28pp
15 photographs
Text & photographs by Seba Kurtis
Digital indigo & risoprint on uncoated & coated recycled paper
Stamped title to reversed linen cover
Edition of 350

ISBN: 978-0-9574724-1-9

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