From Paris to the refugee crisis, and from Pluto to that flying weasel, these images recall the years most memorable events. Those closest to the action tell their stories
Sepp Blatter is rained with cash
20 July: the Fifa president seems uncomfortable as comedian Simon Brodkin throws dollar bills at him during a press conference
Andrew Jennings, corruption examiner I havent been welcome at a Fifa press conference since 2003, but I have been watching Fifa for about 15 years.[ At a press conference in 2002, Jennings asked Blatter if hed ever taken a bribe. Since then he has been at the heart of the investigations into the organisation, and his reporting helped prompt the FBI to investigate .]
Not being at the conferences since hasnt truly bothered me. You travel to Zurich, you get one question, Blatter ignores it and moves on to someone else[ although he has repeatedly denied any wrong doing ]. I know nothing about athletic; I am international crimes reporter, but I enjoyed the picture, and Ive enjoyed watching Blatters downfall.
It hasnt been a surprise I have been talking to the FBI since 2009 it was a question of how long they would take. But its an organised crime squad from the FBI, it is very large, and they are taking their time.
The Swiss are taking their time, too. They are working through nine terabytes of data that they found at the Fifa headquarters, so they have plenty of information.
Its inconvenient for daily journalists who want a quick turnaround, but the investigators will complete their work. These individual visuals dont build much difference. Fifa is dead. Some say it will affect the game, but I dont think so. Fifa is just the superstructure. Kids arent going to stop playing football.
Still, this is a good painting, an important painting, because it says it all. Its very near to the truth and it could become Blatters defining image. It wasnt even real money. Blatter had false money thrown at him and he seemed most discommoded. He ended the press conference, opened the door and strolled out. Its as carnival a image as you could have. Theres not much more to it, hes simply a shit.
Rihanna arrives at the Met Ball
4 May: the singer steals the indicate with her memorable red-carpet creation
Mel Ottenberg, stylist The Guo Pei coat was incredibly heavy with all the amazing beadwork, and it was incredibly long, endless. The whole thing weighed over 55 lb, which stimulates going up stairs almost impossible on your own, so I was on the red carpet to help. Anyone would need assist getting up the stairs with that coat on, even a statuesque red-carpet pro like Rihanna.
Getting out of the car and on to the carpet was quite a mission, but also fun, we were chuckling about it on the way to the ball. The scene when we arrived was electric. Its always fun to insure peoples reactions. The frenzy of the photographers is genius at the Met Ball as they all scramble to get the shooting. Its a mega glamorous moment. But this was something extra!
In general I dislike the idea of being on the red carpet and fluffing someones look. But you just have to fix the look sometimes, and then jump out of the way to avoid being in the photos. Its a little ridiculous, and you have to have a sense of humour about it.
The Met Ball is a big moment for the woman youre styling. You want her to feel special and not have anything to worry about. Underneath the coat was a custom-made pink satin Agent Provocateur bustier. After the red carpet, we switched into another look for the rest of the evening. You could not go into an event wearing the coat, there wouldnt have been room. For that night in the coat, it was all about the staircase and red carpet.
I believe Rihanna was the only celebrity wearing a Chinese designer. It actually set Guo Pei on the world stage. I loved all the social media afterwards: the memes were astonishing. There were so many good omelette ones; one with a huge household having a party on the develop. It was hysterical.
The Met Ball is a celebration of manner and style so its a great opportunity to go all out. Its one of my favourite moments of the year.
Rihanna in the Guo Pei coat was the covering of the New York Times the next day, and as a New Yorker, theres nothing better than that!
The Majid family arrives in Europe
15 August: an image of a parent sobbing as his family arrive by barge in Turkey encapsulates the human suffering behind the refugee crisis
Neda Al-Amirij, wife and mother We come from Baghdad. I am an English educator and my husband Laith is a mechanic. We and our four children had a good life, until thugs stimulated it unbearable. We are Sunni Muslims: the ruling party in Iraq are Shias. Shias came to our house and threatened us. They were like a mafia. They said: Leave or we will kill you. The children couldnt play in the street. I was worried theyd be kidnapped, so we sold everything and left. Our goal was Germany. The Queen, Angela Merkel, is like a mom to us.
We arrived in Turkey. In Bodrum we had to take a boat to Greece. It was a tiny plastic boat for the 15 -mile trip, full of people. We were not allowed to take our luggage the smugglers hurled it into the water.
During the night, the barge started to lose air. We were crazy with anxiety. We supposed this is it, we will die. But somehow we made it to the coast of Kos. There was a young man from Germany, Daniel Etter, who helped us to reach land. We were screaming with relief. Daniel attained the photo of Laith in which he holds Nour, 7, and Taha, 9. It was published in the New York Times. We told him “were in” Syrians, because we were warned in Turkey that they might send us back if we said we were from Iraq.
From Athens we were smuggled to Berlin in the back of a truck, which cost 1,800. The trip took several days. In Berlin we got a room in the former army barracks of Spandau. We were very happy that wed built it. But life as refugees is not easy. In September the German government sent us to a little village near GAPttingen. We had to sleep on the floor of the canteen, in between thousands of other refugees. Ahmed contracted pneumonia.
So I decided to break the rules and took their own families by train back to Berlin. Luckily we got our old room in Spandau back. Here we live today. We are learning German; our youngest, Nour, is quite fluent. On 11 January we will get official government assistance. But only after that will they decide if we get permanent asylum. We want to start a new life in Germany.
A weasel hitches a ride on a woodpecker
2 March: how a woodland walking objective up with a remarkable wildlife shoot