Kumbh Mela, the world’s largest pilgrimage
The Kumbh Mela is the largest gathering of pilgrims in the world. Participating in such a festival was a unique opportunity, and I would like to share it with you.
Please find here submission guidelines.
The Kumbh Mela is the largest gathering of pilgrims in the world. Participating in such a festival was a unique opportunity, and I would like to share it with you.
A voyage through a situation where a sense of existence crisis creates a conflict between evolution and extinction and form a strange world in front of us.
There is nothing more beautiful and liberating than indulging in your (one’s) own pandemonium, nothing more reassuring of one’s existence, both spiritually and physically.
What am I looking for? Is it happiness or loneliness? But I think everything is based upon a choice. Even this state demands a response.
An ancient tradition in rural West Bengal on the occasion of Ram Navami which goes against the present trend of instigation of violence during the festival off late
Wandering in Casablanca. Light was beautiful and people were kind and nice to me. Nevertheless that was the hardest place to make street photography I've ever seen.
SOMEWHERE there IS MY BIG FISH. We had a difficult relationship. We are like two fish: trying to say something to each other, but do not understand each other.
Till today, amber continues to connect the present with the distant past, connecting the modern societies with half-forgotten traditions, and mere people with ancient god.
The personal project about loss. We are born and die alone, but I still see you in dreams. You asked me to look at the sky more often after your death. In these moments, I can always hear your voice.
Fragments of the Dying Man is a diaristic narrative born out of love and loss that attempts to look at a fast-changing image crazy world through the eyes of desire.
Road theme and new spaces investigation are issues I’m focused on during visiting Saint Petersburg suburbs.
This photo essay is about Achilles, a resident of Auroville in Puducherry, India. It is a peek into his life as a ranch owner in the green forested areas of Auroville.
When I dream I see everything perfectly well. I can talk to a person and look at it close up. Or suddenly I see some landscapes, I’m going somewhere, or I’m by the sea…
The pictures wants to capture the reflection of a society in a cultural and social recession that unfortunately has become immune to the difficulties of everyday life.
My memories, my hometown. Around every corner walking each alley, without much difficulty, you can find the pieces that link the present to the past, and that is magic.
Sometime you find yourself at a place you did not expect to be at. The doors open, and you are “somewhere” now. What do you see? What do you notice around?
These are some of the last few remaining traditional stone builders in Mesa Mani, whose relationship with stone and building process is almost sensual.
In the summer I worked as a counselor in a children's camp. With my camera I tried to capture the moments of childhood.
This is a story about the growth of many Russian cities. Massive new blocks are being built here on the site of old villages and suburbs.
"Kanî Qirjale" is the the rubbish dump for the City of Erbil where the whole the families with their children working as rubbish pickers in horrible conditions.
Fire during Chinese New Year in a chinese pray temple. Some people come out in panic, because this fire happened so fast when people were doing worship.
“America in a Trance" dives into the heart and soul of the Pennsylvania industrial regions, a place where small town values still exist and sustainable small businesses…
These buildings are 100 years old, they are not protected by the state. But this is also the history of the city. Not very famous and not advertised.
The Mahamastakabhisheka, observed every 12 years by the Digambara Jains where 57 feet statue of Gomateshwara is bathed with water, turmeric, sugarcane juice, saffron.
Sometimes, a grave- usually a somber place- can become a joyful celebration of a person’s life. Nowhere is this more true than at Ankara's Anıtkabir.
Con la neve tutto si trasforma: i colori, le luci, i suoni. Nella neve puoi sentire il silenzio.
Sono tornata con occhi e mente assetati, ho cercato di capire, ho camminato per giorni e giorni… ho ricordato il coraggio.
The project wants to highlight how love has neither age nor gender. I chose couples who loves and I photographed them in different squares of Catania, among the people.
