Documentary

Observation of the growing up of the child as the formation of the universe.

The “Unknown prayer” Project aims at visualizing the existence and presence of immigrants in urban space through their places of whorship.

E' un susseguirsi di racconti e di ricordi quelli che Alberto Manotti racconta a tutti quelli che lo vanno a trovare nel suo regno, un posto unico, un posto magico che vi

It's a protest against the law passed by govt. which happens to be undemocratic. The essay shows its fight for democracy.

The story of almost forgotten traditions of Russia's first inhabitants, the Finno-Ugrian people. The European part of Russia was originally populated mostly by Finno-Ugrian people, not by Russians. Many of our customs and tales came from these people. And our roots as well.

A photographic journey through a region whose identity is threatened by “sinicization.”

Dear Mom and Dad is a project devoted to those who have experienced difficult, abusive childhoods.

I photographed my father occasionally but since he is in the hospital, I have picked my old analog camera Nikon FE, and started to document his struggles and progress.

It's not sufficient for us today to be only in the ordinary reality. The aspiration of getting new emotions is transferring from the real world into the virtual one

Photo project about hip hop culture in Iran. Rappers, breakdance dancers and many others are developing hip hop in a country where there are many difficulties to develop.

It's a photo-story on family, when we going through some ups and down.And those are not only physically, mentally also.

Viaggio attraverso le campagne della Romania, fra Transilvania e Maramures, in luoghi in cui il tempo sembra essersi fermato.

HOME is a sound of intimacy. When I am 16, I lost my home for reconstruction. I lost my all memories.

In His Image is a photographic essay set in Northwest Georgia and focused on towns that supported the flooring and textile industry.

This story is about trying to cope with the traumatic memories of the past and my difficult relationship with my father.

Stories of the people who live in Municipal Retirement Home, partially and indirectly, with sincerity and respect, like the stories we hold in the family album.

I see the curious eyes of the strangers spurring up with childhood innocence

A cast of Senegal musicians and storytellers celebrates the Islamic festival of Tabaski in Dakar.

Bull jumping chez les hamers: un rite initiatique de passage à l'age adulte dans une tribu du sud de l'Ethiopie.

Dans la vallée du Pankissi, en Géorgie orientale, des femmes kistines de tradition soufie se réunissent chaque vendredi pour perpétuer le rituel du Dikhr.

I had talked about Iran to many people and they had always told me that (even if they had never been to Iran!) they knew that Iranian people were amazing. Well, it's true.

This short photo-essay is a look at the many ways Brooklynites address and interact with the invisible, be it perceived demons, gods, a God—or the dead. As Herman Melville wrote: “Though in many of its aspects this visible world seems formed in love, the invisible spheres were formed in fright.”

…they do not live in a suitable condition. The children lack medical care, welfare, water, electricity and education.

Near the city of Isfahan, there are many brick baking workshops. Most of the workers are Afghan immigrants and they do the tasks as family.

Floods are one of the recurring climatic phenomenon in Bangladesh and often have been within bearable limits.

Thousands of people of different ages, gender, religion and caste travel together huddled against one another sweating, eating, chatting together and dozing off peacefully on the shoulders of strangers in the compartments packed up with people.

Goa, between a receding past and an accelerating future. These photos chart moments in which a fading inheritance is transformed by emergent forces that escape the dreams and logics of a bygone age.

"Our Island" project in progress is my personal story where, through my memories, I try to understand my relationship with a close person.

One after another, Russian villages are disappearing. A terrible regularity that can not be stopped.

In this project, there is no logic, everything is filmed at the level of sensations. I was looking through my eyes for something that would fit my emotional state. And so I saw it, everything was compressed inside and I took a shot.