Photography by by Andrii Halishchev
In this project, I tried to show how the photography function could change over time. In 2020, I shot a roll of film of an abandoned airfield with dozens of old jets which I recently discovered near my hometown, Vovchansk, Ukraine.
Read MorePhotography by Ruxandra Mitache
At the beginning of a new year, I walked the same streets as a ritual: quiet houses, untitled small gardens, sparkling waters, and windows shaping the light before sunset.
Read MoreTranslation by Phyllis Aronoff, translated from Éléonore Goldberg
Yes, sometimes my apartment feels like a box, a huge coffin in which I’m buried alive. I feel like jumping out the window. It’s true, emptiness is very attractive to me looking down from my windows.
Read MoreTranslation by Jacob Mattke, translated from Yara El-Ghadban
When it came after the workers, nothing was done. They came from detention centers: prisoners, refugees, and undocumented immigrants who tilled the Dead Sea’s salt flats.
Read MoreTranslation by Jessica Moore, translated from Dominique Scali
Ys is an island. We don’t say “the isles of Ys” or “the Ys Archipelago,” because it is only on the main island – that big hunk of land lost between Saint-Jean-of-Newfoundland and Ouessant – that people can live year-round.
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