Everyday Poetry – by Efi Logginou

I consider everything around me like cinema, novels or theatrical plays. Stories and scenes of life, trying to make sense in the world around me. Everyday poetry. My name is Efi Logginou. I am an actress. I moved from Greece to Berlin over one year ago. I didn’t...

The Children of Varamin by Soheil Behroozi

To live in Varamin, Iran, enveloped by immensely polluted air, is to literally live in the midst of furnaces of fire. The poor and unemployed from different cities come to Varamin to work under horrendous working conditions inside the furnaces to make bricks. There...

Prolonged Impressions with Victoria Orlova

Russia has a special aesthetic, one which is uncommon, and I try to keep at least one element of this aesthetic in each of my works. My view of things is fragmentary; it’s that way with everything… from the ideas to the material, and so I have a lot of...

My Soul (HTC Video) #powerof10.

HTC10. Looking at the stills I shot for the new HTC10,  I realized that there was a lot of detail in the camera and wondered how that would translate to video, so I set out to challenge the camera in a multitude of places around the country. The project started to...

April In Paris – by L. Bird

‘April In Paris’ is the first series of the project ‘f r a g m e n t s o f a w o m a n ‘ s l i f e’ . Each series is the story of a real and ordinary moment, lived by a woman and documented by ten diptychs with a short story inspired by them. This storytelling project melts photography and literature, explores their own borders, flirts with reality and imagination without trying to find a reasonable balance between them.

The Photographers of Cusco by Paul Yule

When I first arrived in Peru, in 1979, photography had somehow already shaped my impression of the place. Before leaving London I had been to an exhibition of the work of Martin Chambi, the brilliant photographer from Cusco whose work from the 1920s and 30s seemed not...

(De)lighted by the Light by Caren Sturmer

I love windows – the openings in walls that invite the light in. I think that perhaps light is God’s way of asking us to notice. Looking back at the long stretch of years my photographs span, I find many images of windows… a long wall of visual time punctuated...

You Are Not Alone by @vondav

The first contact with our artistic side I would guess occurs at an early age, through the knowledge of colors and shapes. In my case, I met arts by obsessive stages. In my childhood I used to draw, as a teenager I played music, and now in my adulthood I have taken...