All the colors of the Summer, the sky and the ocean, from the wasteland of Canary paradise. Starring Izar photographed by Nerea Garro.
An abstract artistic series by photographer Mary Chen, featuring avant-garde pieces by Yohji Yamamoto, Rick Owens, Maison Margiela.
An intense tale from the highest mountain of Hong Kong starring London Scully, photographed by Benson Yip and styled by Hyin.
A clear reminder that beauty is everywhere. Callie and Luca in a story shot by Devin Blaskovic and styled by Keli Lucas.
We are what we hide, hoping to be found. Maddie photographed on film by Morgan Hill-Murphy and styled by Marianthi Hatzikidi.
Images from Rick Owens' first exhibition at La Triennale in Milan. Photography by Marco Giuliano, words by Anca Macavei
His monochrome canvases simulate the display of the filmic images; they do not materialize an image, but do prepare the frame in order to contain it, opening the door of our visual perception, intended as a topos of all the possible representations. A piece on Fabio Mauri's Screens written by Larisa Oancea.
"I think the feminine body has to be brought out from its exhibitive frame and be more considered as a creator, praiseworthy and powerful existence." Vaqar S/S17 special feature photographed by Marco Giuliano and styled by Anca Macavei.
Between these walls covered with woodwork, stucco, moldings, pictures, framed prints, among which I was walking - among which I was already waiting for you, very far away from this setting where I now stand, in front of you, still waiting for the man who will no longer come, who no longer threatens to come to separate us again, to tear you away from me. Are you coming? A film by Alain Resnais, articulated in a note by Marco Giuliano.
Eye touch a face made of glass. The nothing that builds itself while Eye sleep. Eye smash the construct to remember its ghost. Eye never reach the edge. Words by Ben Mirov and images by Paula McCartney.
The black square on the white field was the first form in which nonobjective feeling came to be expressed. The square = feeling, the white field = the void beyond this feeling. Words by Larisa Oancea.
In some way my whole childhood memory exists in these images, of semi-staged moments where Marilène, my mother, was the photographer who handled the scenery and the lighting and where I had all freedom to be any character I wanted to be. An analog series by memymom.