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Spumante (Italian Champagne) ready to fuel the party
There is no better way to do it.
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Mind Your Way!
What did grab his attention?
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Guess who’s happier?
Easy, isn’t it? The title “Guess Who’s Happier” finds its answer before you even look twice. In the foreground, a man in a bold red Hawaiian shirt strides into frame, caught mid-motion, mid-laugh. He wears a grey fedora, sunglasses, and the loose, unselfconscious energy of someone untouched by the stiffness of the scene around him. His shirt blooms with white hibiscus prints, a quiet rebellion against the asphalt and glass of the urban backdrop. Behind him, to the right, a man in a dark suit and tie steps forward with a deliberate, guarded pace. His expression is unreadable, but the body language is tight, restrained—functional. The suit, the posture, the context…
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Interior Design at Aurum
Is this couch a piece of art or just a sitting? Two benches, back-to-back, occupy the precise centre of the frame, their symmetry so exact it becomes almost architectural. The polished wooden floor stretches endlessly in all directions, its warm texture rendered in monochrome tones that transform the scene into a study of lines, surfaces, and repetition. The absence of people only sharpens the sense of stillness, making the furniture itself the protagonist. From a compositional standpoint, the central placement works because the subject’s geometry demands order. The verticals of the bench legs and back supports anchor the frame, while the horizontal lines of the seats echo the floor’s pattern.…
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A Dangerous Alley
A parking entrance at night. A dangerous place.
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Too Noisy
A Marching Brass Band rehearsing its performance… maybe too noisy even for daylight time?
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A quiet watchdog?
A quiet watchdog, or long-time friend who enjoys some rest?
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Life is a bitch
Sunday morning. Scorching sun. A work to be done on time. Life is a bitch.
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Hangmen
Are these hangs reserved for boats’ use? Hopefully…
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The last flower
The concrete is coming. How long will the last flowers stand?
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Footprints
is it an oil painting, or is it for real?
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Love is like a flower
Love is like a flower, Both need care and attention to grow, Both die if not fed, Both don’t last forever.
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Couples
Two couples in a square. One seeks rest, the other, food.
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When the parking’s lost
When the parking is lost, there’s only one solution.
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Just a soccer match…
This is not an upcoming urban riot. Just a soccer match…
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A Master Luthier in his lab…
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An interesting reading
To seat or no to seat?
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Raus
I took this photograph on a quiet street where the stillness of the scene clashed violently with the venom of the message sprayed across the wall. The phrase, written in crude, hurried strokes, is not a remnant from some distant, darker chapter of history but a fresh reminder that intolerance continues to thrive. The frame is stripped of distraction: a textured wall, a single small window with broken panes, and the shadow of a streetlamp reaching across the surface. The composition leans heavily on the tension between emptiness and statement. Placing the graffiti off-centre allows the cracked window to act as a counterweight, both visually and metaphorically—two forms of damage,…
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The three musket(b)eer
Guess who’s Porthos?
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In the backstage
There’s a kind of quiet tension in the way they lean against the wall. No people in sight. No instruments visible. Just the outlines of music, sleeping inside their forms. As a photographer, that’s the kind of silence you try to listen to. The room was dark, lit only from one side. The light caught the curve of one case and slipped off the edge of the other. Texture came forward. Shape. Memory. You could almost hear the faint creak of clasps, the echo of strings long since gone quiet. Sometimes the most expressive shots come when nothing is happening. No performance, no sound—just the pause in between. These cases…
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A party that shall never come
A dress and a bag waiting to be sold. Will the party ever take place?
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The Icecream is ready to be served
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Tables and Chairs, at Night
I was drawn to the repetition in this scene — a narrow path lined with tables and chairs, each set lit by a pool of light from the wall-mounted lamps. The rain had just stopped, and the wet stone reflected the glow, creating a subtle tonal contrast that runs like a silver ribbon through the composition. I chose to frame it at an angle that emphasises the recession into darkness, the line of tables pulling the viewer’s eye deeper into the image. The rhythm is regular but not mechanical; the slight variations in chair placement and the occasional break in symmetry prevent it from feeling sterile. The lamps provide natural…
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A chat on a lake shore
Countless photos like that have been shot. But enjoying a good moment together always deserves to be recorded
