Seven days, ten locations, 2,500 kms across enya
Seven days, ten locations, 2,500 kms across enya
Story about buffalo Mozzarella
Story about buffalo Mozzarella
Story about buffalo Mozzarella
Story about buffalo Mozzarella
Story about buffalo Mozzarella
Story about buffalo Mozzarella
Story about buffalo Mozzarella
Story about buffalo Mozzarella
Story about buffalo Mozzarella
Story about buffalo Mozzarella
Story about buffalo Mozzarella
Story about Neapolitan politics
Story about Neapolitan politics
Story about Neapolitan politics
Story about Neapolitan politics
Story about Neapolitan politics
Story about Neapolitan politics
Story about Neapolitan politics
Story about Neapolitan politics
Charles Morielli is the guardian of this curious exhibition of sundries in Guffey, a little town entirely devoted to antiques. The items are often not on sale and they belong to the american western tradition
You are confusing the circulatory system with this maze of meandering, twisted like cells of the brain – wire meshes and tangles, resemble memory – each with a story to hide or to be dissolved, there just behind a gauze suspended between the face and the hanging ceiling, hanging between the faces and walls.
You do not know if they are roots or hair those that sink in water, and in the sky – in the sky from where the water is more than any imagined Africa.
The sky of thick foliage, of dry logs as your crosses and you do not know if they are branches or knots of hair braiding those who see blacks under the smoky clouds. There are more signs on the ground and more signs on the water that on the blackboard, which does not pass the history of your steps, but one of the steps of foreigners on your land.
A whirlpool in the lazy river as you sleep. A run in the tall grass, cutting edges. A jump and a heavy bag on your head, the water reflects other water and the tree grows from your shoulders, soon broken up by life that your father has left the crooked stick.
This is a Story
As every story, it’s made by Moments, Instants, People, Places.
Different but indissolubly tied together by invisible and indivisible light threads.
It’s not a tale of Africa but it’s a story of Men, or of a single Man.
It’s the tale of a centuries-old Tree with its roots - the wrinkled and strong arms of an old lady- searching for life in the depths of the river.
It’s the story of a Woman who stretches the same roots to the sky as if to contrast a law of nature.
In Africa there’s nothing that doesn’t come into being from the earth and nothing that’s not raised towards the sky that dominates everything.
It’s the tale of a River that flows for thousands of years in a land that’s fighting for his identity for a thousands of years.
It’s the same River that carries along life and death, the end and the beginning.
A River able to nurture, a River able to kill.
It’s the tale of many Men leaving in search of something that doesn’t have a name yet.
It’s the tale of a Color in which all the colors are alike, the story of an escape towards places so far away, drawn in a map by Red Soil and where all the paths come together.
It’s the tale of a Red Soil that stains your feet and goes inside you
It goes deep into your blood and fires it up.
And it’s useless to wash your body in the river at the end of the day: the Red Soil has left a mark on everything you have and everything you are.
It’s the tale of a Disease without a cure.
It’s the tale of a Rain that comes from the silence of a blue sky and with a din fills the buckets of the village.
It’s the tale of many other Tales.
It's the story of those who live and consume that Land.
It’s the story of who has being worn out by that Land.
And it’s also the tale of a Mondele, a White Man.
A tale of the moment in which he asked to himself: “What if I was born here?”
And then he understood the only possible answer: “I am Africa”.
Patagonia is the right place to walk, lose oneself in our own certainties and feel the right to doubt. Minimal Histories is the stage of a journey, a meeting with the Men who breathe the land at the end of the earth. They're stories told with a Mate in our hands, to share the sacred drink of the Argentine hospitality during the long evenings of the Patagonian pampas. Simple men, sometimes anachronistic, but absolutely of today. As a narrative, Minimal Histories tells the story of everyone and each of these stories is the story of all of us. One of our fears that are raised within us and covered with a dark night sky of endless stars. One of our dreams and thoughts about the future that every sunrise lights to hole up behind a new moon.
Seven days, ten locations, 2,500 kms across Kenya to create 8 signature shots for the country we call home on behalf of Huawei.
Seven days, ten locations, 2,500 kms across Kenya
Wedding in Bethlehem, West Bank, Palestine, a young couple get married in a traditional way in Palestine territory.
Students from School #18 perform a show at the local theater in Sergiyev Posad, Russia, 15 Dec 2016. The show promotes the cadet school at School #18.
Students from School #18 perform a show at the local theater in Sergiyev Posad, Russia, 15 Dec 2016. The show promotes the cadet school at School #18.
Students from School #18 perform a show at the local theater in Sergiyev Posad, Russia, 15 Dec 2016. The show promotes the cadet school at School #18.
Students compete at the "Inspection of Singing and Marching" competition at the gymnasium of School #6 for students in the Dmitrov region, a suburb of Moscow, Dmitrov, Russia, 14 Dec 2016.
Students compete at the "Inspection of Singing and Marching" competition at the gymnasium of School #6 for students in the Dmitrov region, a suburb of Moscow, Dmitrov, Russia, 14 Dec 2016.
A representative of the Ukrainian minority visiting the town of Käsmu.
A taste of our work in one minute.
This is a documentary regarding job displacement due to technology advancement, real estate development and socio-cultural transformations.
Everyday items found in situ belonging to the Soviet period. They show how deep was the process of Russification, started from the 50s, especially within the people's daily lives.
O ne of the very few statues of Lenin left within the E uropean Union stands today in the courtyard of the Narva castle. The Russian communist revolutionary directs his look to the border, just a few meters away.
Sergej Tjahin came to Narva looking for a job in 1969 from Chuvashia, a region in the center of European Russia.
Inside the Sillamäe Cultural Centre is hidden a fallout shelter, where today all sorts of items from the Soviet period are kept, together with souvenirs and memorabilia, like this book collecting champions and sport heros of the city.