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Failed Photographs (2011) is a collection of photographs taken from my family albums. In each case the photographs display an obvious visual failure to that which was originally intended. Photographs like these have existed in many family archives for decades, but until recently the use of digital cameras – and on the spot editing – has resulted in the decline of such mistakes. (mehr …)
„I have been, for most of my career, a photojournalist. In this context, I have been interested in interpreting through photography, stories and narratives that I encounter in the world. Here the camera is the tool with which I focus outwards. That said, I find myself in the unusual position of perusing a photographic endeavor whose only narrative is the internal processes of photography itself. (mehr …)
Werner Amann’s photo book ‘American’, deals with the people and landscapes of America. For this, he developed a visual language, in which cineastic clichés and semblances, meet intimate and fragile moments. (mehr …)
„In the project entitled, „Here nor There“ I am continuing to examine my interest with the intricacies and oddities of my immediate environment. As a child, I always remember being very keen to my surroundings and paying close attention to the quiet nuances often overlooked by others. (mehr …)
For the last 18 months together with people on or far beyond the outskirts of my local Market Towns community I have been recording through collaborative environmental portraiture, audio and video interviews coupled with straight documentary shoots their life stories and memories, musings, hopes and struggles. (mehr …)
Alba Yruela is 21 years old and living in Barcelona, Spain. She was born in La Bisbal a town near the Catalan Pyrenees. She was living and working in London for a year. Her photographs are a project/diary about her life. Alba’s portfolio is so honest, natural and raw.
For more of her work please visit
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Since the late 1700s my family has lived in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont, but in the late 70’s my dad left and joined the Navy. Growing up, we never went back to Vermont, but I always imagined this magical place, some sort of Thomas Cole/Norman Rockwell mashup, with mountains and rivers and lakes, and where kids could ride their bikes to the village store.
In 2010, I moved to upstate New York, within easy driving distance, and began photographing this world I had so often imagined but never experienced. (mehr …)
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Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. „How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense“, he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. He must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn’t have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before. „Oh, God“, he thought, „what a strenuous career it is that I’ve chosen! Travelling day in and day out.
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Within Greg Girard’s amazing body of work we are especially fascinated by his early photographs, compiled under the name „In the Near Distance“.
The wonderful book (84 pp., Illustrated thoughout, 8×11) was published in 2010 by Kominek Books Berlin.
„In the Near Distance 1973-86 is the document of Greg Girard’s early wanderings, the adolescent search for prospects and aims: nocturnal street sceneries, portraits of “sailors and friends”, images of creatures of the night and hotel rooms. In addition to black-and-white-materials Girard mainly used color slides during those years – and thus adds a new and important body of work to the color photography of the seventies. (mehr …)
„As night falls on Buenos Aires, the city’s cartoneros comb the streets collecting the recyclables. Most pull simple two-wheeled carts and walk their route day after day, piling the carts high above their heads and wheeling them to the recycling centers. There they collect for their work, slowly scrounging together a living using the city’s waste. (mehr …)