"Dark City" is a series in black and white on the theme of the city. The work on light and shadow draws the black areas of the imagination with subtlety
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The series “Mass Culture” was shot in several Asian megacities. It questions the model of mass culture and its effect on the individuality of each of us.
From the very first instant that I looked through the viewfinder, I was captivated by the frame. The endless possibilities of composition, light and to shift focus. In many ways I think of an image as a concentration of life within borders.
I work with the Journey we all go on which is universal yet extremely personal; in a figurative mode of expression, conveying a meaning other than the literal.
DreamWorld began one long, sleepless night while I tossed and turned with the frequent insomnia I struggle with. As I lay there not sleeping, I had a vision of a magical person in charge of sleep and dreams and as I continued to not sleep, more characters came to me.
The latest from Andreas Theologitis is a study of the human body. His photographic work turns insistently around the exploration of particular aspects of the nude, where aesthetics are combined with an almost ideological dimension.
Tamás Ambrits is a member of Associaton of Hungarian Photographers. He lives and works in the westernmost town of Hungary, called Sopron.
The First and Second World Wars, Madagascar, Indochina, Algeria – so many conflicts in which the African / North African ex-soldiers played an important part.
In my pictures I try to capture not only the beauty of the landscape, but mainly the surreal atmosphere that often it creates. Many times, shooting with some friends, I wonder: what is the reality ? what I can see or the others’ point of view?
I shot black and white traditional for more than 10 years (since I was 14’). Since ever, I do staged photography in studio or outside.
Every day people from small rural communities come –sometimes with long and exhausting journeys- to the main market in San Cristobal de las Casas Chiapas to sell their chickens.
At the Athens Central Market, the air rings with the cries of traders hawking their wares. “Red mullet, fresh red mullet,” they call out to passersby. “Hello, my friend! Fresh meat, good price!” The current building housing the city’s main fish and meat market
The Confession of a Shark is a tale. A tale of suspended characters and frozen scenes, fixed points of view and stopped sceneries. The atmosphere is at the same time relaxed and intent, there is the hint of an action, concealed and withheld. An action stopped in the fraction of second which could sign its end or its start, suspended in the doubt of a resolution or of a departure. This tale never repeats itself,...
The election campaigns for the German Bundestag are an ideal occasion to explore strategies of production and self-production across all political parties. It is a work about the endeavour of shading light on the precisely calculated gestures of the actors of these public orchestration, their success in radiate aspects of power and its fascination.
It is not yoga as such. It is an architectural experiment changing the way we experience every day situations in an urban environment by focusing on our body and senses. The goal of The Urban Yoga is to develop a method for designing space based on subconscious sensory experience.
The best technique about my work is my eye. I try to make the photos just what I see. I talk with people a lot to know their story.
Kolkata, India: Kusthi is an ancient form of wrestling, three thousand years old. Fight clubs are rough, poor, "old school" style without new technologies, just training and sweat. And red arena, of course, because the wrestlers fight on sacred red soil.
Monochromes is a personal project which is a collection of images taken over the years in various places starting from my hometown area, travel destinations to the countries I resided at the time.
When a photo contains in itself elements that touch the consciousness or the imagination of the viewer, that image will become memorable for them.
She can be Mother or stepmother, uncontaminated or sick but mankind is always obliged to establish a relationship with Mother Nature.
Growing up, I was lucky enough to spend a couple of years driving around Australia with my mum, dad and sister. Naturally, I fell in love with the outdoors and still feel a strong connection with everything this incredible country has to offer.
The International Photo Awards is just what it sounds like-a competition of photography entries submitted from around the world that various jurors go through, vote on, and select the winning images in several different fields.
"Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are interchangeable," Wallace Stegner, American writer. I'm not convinced of Stegner's point about new places, because I'm working out what I think about "character" and changeability.
There are moments in the fierce – and so much the more beautiful – battle with the self (Gosh, what an outdated and pathetic phrase, isn’t it? Yet, using any other one would mean self-betrayal) when you feel that the road ahead is leading inevitably to a dead end.
My ideal photographic situation probably changes quite a bit depending on my influences at the time.
No other landform captures my imagination and attention more quickly than does a dune field. At any given moment, depending on the light, a dune can take on the appearance of water - both shimmer and flow - or emulsify into what appears to be a thick undulating molten soup.
I grew up in Southern California and started taking pictures four years ago as a way to document my travels around the world. I have always loved the outdoors and the peace from being out in nature.
“Almost Black” evokes a moving picture that even as it grows dark and opaque, still contains some light. Imagine the downward movement of the eyelids and what can be seen when half closed. On certain occasions we squint to focus on an image, reducing the amount of light in order to see clearer.
Any meaning is only capable of containing a partial truth, so I try to take pictures devout of all meaning; I don’t want there to be an identifiable time, space, theme, personality, event or statement. In that sense, I’m trying to take pictures of nothing
I was born to a family who ran a photo studio; thus, I was raised in an environment surrounded by photography. The town where I was born and grew up is famous as the spot where Japanese spirits would come to gather from all over the country in the tenth month of the old calendar.
Marco Coppo is an Italian professional photographer, who lives in Casale Monferrato, a small town between Milan and Turin. Following his father's footsteps, he starts photographing very young.
Two years ago, I took a ride using the train. After experiencing such world, all I wanted to reach is the human inside the train, not the one taking the train every now and again. My aim was the one who permanently and constantly using it.
As for techniques I use what is mostly common as image manipulation techniques. I use Photoshop with all of it's tools such as masks, layer masks, clone tool, and blending modes.
Maybe sometimes the meaning of a photography doesn’t reside in transcending the one thousand words’ border.
For much of any given year, I can be found traveling cross-county in my motorhome photographing the landscape. Over the past 4 years, I have become aware of a certain group of fellow traveler who seem somehow different from the typical vacationer.
True eroticism should always be half-way between poetry and sexuality. But as an European (Romanian born) with Mediterranean roots (my mother’s family came from Greece) now living on the East Coast of the United States, I find myself being part of a culture that is both amusing and ridiculous in its faux puritanism.
I have always liked photographing. It came with my desire to travel and explore the world. When I came back from my first backpacking trip around Asia in 1985 my bag was full of exposed film rolls. I have always photographed when I travelled around.
My field of reference is “the street”; I neither seek extraordinary events, nor do I travel around in quest of a subject to photograph. I have been photographing the “riches” of everyday life on a daily basis.
Ludovicu’s disappearance. He arrived in Montescaglioso ( Italy ), with his family, from Romania . Ludovicu was 57 years old and he was suffering from Alzheimer. One day in December 2013, he went out from his home and he never came back.
Another element of my photography is that I love nature and love being out early mornings and late in the evenings with my camera.
The pictures began with religious objects from my grandparents funeral home. The group grew to include prayer cards given at funerals, postcards, and personal object
I have always wanted to be a painter. When I was a kid my school art teacher told me that I need to study art to become an artist. I never did but always wanted to.
The annual Pacific County Fair takes place in Menlo, WA., and is one of the oldest fairs in Washington, having started in 1896. The county is about 3 hours southwest of Seattle in Pacific County, which is situated along the Willapa Bay and is named for the nearby Pacific Ocean.
I always strive to take photographs that express my way of seeing the world. The important thing for me is that people who see my photos experience the same feelings that I have felt at the moment I made the photograph.
When I was eight years old, I took some pictures of fake dinosaurs with my father’s camera, during a school trip. I used two rolls of film and later my dad complained about the waste of money.
The series “Tibetans in Exile” by Victoria Knobloch is a collection of photographs showing the Tibetan Buddhist tradition in exile regions such as Nepal/Kathmandu; Ladakh in northern India as well as Bir and Dharamsala in Himachal Pradesh. And it will be continued….
As everywhere else, the citizens were kept in a catatonic state, distraught by exhausting workdays, and diverted and gathered in big conglomerates for their leisure. There they could find amusement, shops, technologic gadgets. Above all they could not think and feel.
It was funny, actually; I woke up one morning, about five years ago – I couldn't remember what I had been dreaming, I only knew I had to learn photography, for some reason.