I watched grey layer of asphalt gradually turning into soil or vice versa the park itself ceased being something manmade or natural.
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In this Photo essays online gallery, we will publish some of the photo essays than we will not be able to include in PRIVATE magazine.
People come, people go, some everyday, some loose the train forever and never leave, as if the train station is enchanted, magic as a man one day told me.
Street Photographs of Varanasi City. The beauty, the activity and the essence of this old city is explored in monochrome.
The region I go to is alive and vibrant, it obeys its own principles, and every time I enter the path, i feel excited about new experience and new secrets
The project describes the inner struggles of one person who tries to reconcile with one’s inner self.
Friendship! A term that I thought cease to exist, as we get wrapped up more within the appreciation of the living animation of the so called…
We are yet to see what the new Polish landscape will become, but my aim is to follow this transformation as it is taking place.
The series of photographs reflects the consequences that the refugee crisis is having… feelings of hostility, fear, and xenophobia among the Greeks.
Activities around can make you aware of something. I take hours to watch what some people do on the green grass. Although what I got was a feeling of emptiness in
This is merely a journey of mine, as I experience the nature to be when I am down with anxiety and depression and I plan to continue with this project
Inarrestabile Nadal. Il tennista maiorchino entra nella storia conquistando il suo decimo Roland Garros. Un’impresa mai riuscita a nessuno prima di lui.
This story is about quite riot that teenagers feel inside themselves. To turn into adult is a very difficult process for them.
A border free life is a wish to live a life peacefully without any geographical barrier. Where we don’t have to hear the word terrorism.
A visual expression of my journey to the motherhood: an embarrassing experience of carrying a baby in a womb and giving a birth to it.