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“il Mondo Fuori” is a daily diary of snapshots of the TV screen, during the entire quarantine period due to…

Searching for light in the dark, holding hands not to fall, walking in the fog, not knowing what’s gonna happen…

Voglio riportare la quotidianità e la semplicità cercando di presentarli come se venissero riportati da un grande esteta.

A family from Russia lost their home after the fire that their neighbor set up.

My e project on the shadow side of the personality and dreams as parts of reality.

The project is about mystical Strenght living on the edge of Belarus and about fairy connection of the inhabitants with…

I have controversial feelings about time. I can't stand any color. I've never felt more out of place.

Photographer Marina Pchelintseva trying to trace the connection with the history of her family through a photo album

A small collection of snapshots taken daily during my subway trips while I loved to observe this underworld.

Viviendo en el futuro, tratando de evitar contratiempos, Joel convirtió su vida en una pesadilla. Siempre pensando que hacer en…

My memories, my hometown. Around every corner walking each alley, without much difficulty, you can find the pieces that link…

With little or no personal safety gears these workers under all odds building kilometres of asphalt road. Roads through which…

Homes can be in everywhere, throughout when you open the door, find there as a home, an incredible sense that…

It is an impulsive answer. A continuous YES and NO. A wink. A transmitter-receiver relationship. The light, the look, the…

Wandering with color films on the streets of Brussels.

I am feeling nothing. Complete insensitivity. And this is happiness that you consume in small portions sharing it with others.…

A 48 Hours Bangladeshi Wedding!, photo essay by Shafkat Anowar, from Honolulu, United States. On the stage of a Bangladeshi…

Wandering on the streets and looking for everyday life's value.

I grew up on the other side of the river, as long as the time changed and I had to…

Is this the sharp perception of a observer or displacement into a form of interior poetry ?