From an underground arcade, to the rooftops, to a love hotel. A story by Cape-Town based photographer Duran Levinson, shot on film in Hong Kong.
When I photographed them the first time they were not like city teenagers, with completely different moral values and a fairy tale world inside: they went hunting and fishing, could use a joiner’s chisel, playedwith ghosts at abandoned places, did not want to move to a city, loved nature. A series by Daria Tuminas.
Man's life seems like a long, weary night that would be intolerable if there were not occasionally flashes of light, the sudden brightness of which is so comforting and wonderful, that the moments of their appearance cancel out and justify the years of darkness. A landscape series by Ulrike Biets.
A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east. A photographic series by Charlotte Tanguy.
And all the hard words I ever feared to say can now be said. A story about fog and hollows by Ulrike Biets.
Stuart Griffiths on his homeless photographs & practice.
Basically, by this project i wanted to do something controversial picturing an orthodox Jewish couple in many different portraits. A series by Gabriella De Martino.
Is it smoke? Is it fog? It’s scary and charming. I can barely breathe, maybe because of the height, maybe I’m tired. Rest. I’m going down to join him, I’m more healthy than you. Have you ever kissed someone on the edge of the abyss? A reportage by Martine Eshuis.
Nine times out of ten, in the arts as in life, there is actually no truth to be discovered; there is only error to be exposed. A photographic series by Alexander Alekseenko.