The World Cup is coming to America this Summer and I couldn’t be more excited. I’m a football fan through and through. There’s something special about our kind. We’re absolutely fucking nuts. We fly across the world to support our teams and represent our countries with hearts made of gold. Fans swarm cities, sleep on streets, and breathe in the energetic air of greatest sport on Earth. It doesn’t matter how good or bad our teams are, nothing takes away our dedication.
In 2014 I traveled by myself to Brazil, where I bounced around hostels and found fans just as insane as myself to celebrate and cry with. 4 years later, I did the exact same thing. I flew across the world to Russia with a Semifinal ticket in hand just hoping that my team would make it to that match. And we did! I witnessed the unimaginable .. England playing a Semifinal in Moscow. We almost had it, but It didn’t happen. I left the stadium in tears, but was comforted by hundreds of strangers, who in that moment felt like family.
While I didn’t get the chance to see my team play The Final, my dedication as a football fan and photographer brought me there, where I documented the madness of fans for @adidasfootball . A few days before the match, I had to decide if I would trek to St. Petersburg to watch the 2nd place game, but I kept telling myself “no Jenny, stay in Moscow.. you’re going to find a way into The Final.” I’ll never forget the phone call from the @adidasfootball team who told me their photographer broke his ankle and they needed someone on the ground to head to the Final that very day. It happened. My dream came true…. I photographed a World Cup Final. There are no words to express how epic this felt.
As we countdown to the big event here on my home turf, over the next few months I’ll be sharing some of my World Cup photography. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do. ⚽️ 🌍 🏆
They’re finally home 💛
More scenes from Israel this morning as the last living hostages returned home—tears for people they’ve never met, songs and prayers rising from the crowd, a nation breathing again after two years of anguish.
Footage by @jennyabrams for Tablet.
They’re home. They’re home. They’re home.
This morning, as the last living hostages were brought home to Israel, tens of thousands of Israelis gathered in joy and relief, waving flags, singing, and weeping together in the streets.
We sent @jennyabrams to capture the mood on this historic day in Hostage Square.
Jewish Photographer Jenny Abrams takes us through Sukkot in Jerusalem with her lens.
Tumbling through herds of hassidic children and stacks of ripe leaves, Abrams follows the beautiful and absurd on the eve of this major holiday.
A Miami-based editorial and commercial photographer, Abrams is the founder of @youdontlookjewish .
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I stopped getting personal on Instagram a long time ago. This space has become something strange. Something I don’t really love anymore. But today feels different. It’s my first Mother’s Day. It feels like a day to share a bit about what I’ve been up to these last few years. I’ve been keeping my greatest milestones to myself. Something about it feels so sacred. Maybe because I want to protect this little bubble from the rest world. 🪬 🧿
In 2021, I met the love my life. I didn’t know It then, but he was everything I wanted and more. Life moves FAST when you’re not paying attention. Fast forward to late 2022, we got engaged after 6 grueling months of a long distance relationship. I had been planning a move to Israel, but that changed due to unexpected circumstances. It was always my dream to get married there, but we decided to wait until things calmed down. We bought an investment property that my talented husband renovated himself. And shortly after buying it, we found out I was pregnant. The timing felt frightening. Nothing felt in order. But I trusted in Hashem. All of my prayers were being answered at once! It was a lot. We flew to Israel and had a tiny yet perfect wedding with our families and a few friends, knowing that when we returned to Miami, it would just be us. We don’t have a village here, we just have each other. I felt scared. How could we do this on our own as we were just beginning our lives together? September arrived with a quickness, and so did my little girl.
Olivia, being your mom is my greatest achievement. I was never entirely sure I wanted kids, even though I have great maternal instinct. And now, I can’t imagine a different kind life. You have elevated my soul to a level that is incomprehensible. ❤️
Evya, thank you for making me a wife, and an even bigger thank you for making me an ima. ❤️❤️
