Russian Federation

Observation of the life of Caucasian fighters inside and outside the training regimen.

While working on the project, I wanted to show the trash not the way everyone used to see it. Show…

This project is dedicated to my machinist father. For me, his work always seemed nervous and hard, despite the romance…

The images that I propose are part of the Soviet Watermelon Jam project, the story of a trip in Central…

“The thread” is a series of diptychs from photographs, where the author tried to explore the theme of birth, continuation,…

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

The story of almost forgotten traditions of Russia's first inhabitants, the Finno-Ugrian people. The European part of Russia was originally…

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

It's not sufficient for us today to be only in the ordinary reality. The aspiration of getting new emotions is…

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

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

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

I made a real “consumer portrait”, using the garbage of heroes as a metaphor.

In this project Tatyana Kolbatova makes an attempt to come to terms with the loss of a loved one after…

The personal project about loss. We are born and die alone, but I still see you in dreams. You asked…

In the summer I worked as a counselor in a children's camp. With my camera I tried to capture the…

Tatyana Kolbatova traveled through the space and time in three different cities. Imaginary constructions reflecting reality are becoming it them…

“Maybe an Island” is a visual diary of what surrounded me. With photography I wanted to capture this sense of…

Tatyana in her work draws fantastic word of her home Petrogradsky district in St.Petersburg. She treats this space as tesseract…

I watched grey layer of asphalt gradually turning into soil or vice versa the park itself ceased being something manmade…