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Light spills between concrete pillars, scattering shadows and softening edges, as one quiet figure moves through the geometry of the day.
Fujifilm X100VI
23mm/f2
the city breathes neon and asphalt, as red giants glide through the night—each one a pulse in the urban bloodstream, headed to golders green.
necropolis - silver gelatine print [on Agfa Lupex chamois paper / January 2019]. Photo taken with modified Agfa Clack.
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A quiet figure, a bright slice, and a city that feels suspended.
That small crossing says more than the whole frame.
Urban solitude, held between shadow and geometry.
Black and white street photography with a still pulse.
he held the burger like it meant something.
like it was more than lunch.
a symbol.
a statement.
or just a knife in a bun.
i didn’t ask.
i took the picture.
he nodded once.
and that was enough.
A spontaneous moment. A touch of hair, a burst of color, and the quiet power of being yourself.
This image stands for movement, personality, and freedom – captured without filters, just as it happened.
(To All Tomorrow's Parties #10)
Basile Pesso - Barcelona © October 2 016
First broadcast November 2 016
(Towards #1 / Come, Shadows, Caress My Wall #4)
Basile Pesso - Barcelona © October 2 016
First broadcast November 2 021
somewhere between the glass and the street, between shadow and light, between what is real and what only seems so. a frozen portrait in the gallery window, a woman on the phone, a blurred figure moving through the frame—each one existing in their own dimension, yet somehow entangled. reflections stretch and bend, pulling everything into one scene where past and present, presence and absence dissolve. the sun draws sharp lines, but nothing here is solid. palma shifts in the afternoon light, a city of echoes, of figures appearing and vanishing, a place where reality is only a suggestion.
he sat there, somewhere between dream and reality, his face tangled in a paper croissant. the hand reached out, perfect and polished, but it would never touch him. reflections play tricks on hungry minds. madrid, calle alcalá
© Cathrine Halsør
Who tells a finer tale than any of us. Silence does. - Isak Dinesen
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The light changed every second, yet each frame captured a new kind of beauty. A fleeting moment, frozen in time, where motion and magic meet. ✨️
the station smelled of metal and dust. she sat alone, her bags beside her, adjusting the strap of her coat. a plastic bottle in one hand. her eyes fixed on nothing. above her, a sign whispered of knowledge and prestige. she didn't look up.
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Identità Anonima
Pixel dispersi in un mare di dati,
volti senza nome, profili sfocati.
Un riflesso spento sullo schermo nero,
cerco nel nulla un frammento vero.
Nessun volto nel riflesso del vetro,
corro veloce ma rimango indietro.
Scolpita nel silicio, un'anima virtuale,
identità riflessa, digitale ed irreale.
Echi di codice, silenzi binari,
siamo spettatori di mondi immaginari.
Senza impronta, senza ieri né domani,
identità anonima tra mille mani.
From a photowalk with a small group of other photographers on a wet Saturday afternoon on the Venø island near Struer, Denmark - June 15, 2019.
While approaching the new spring season, this birch has held fast to its autumn leaves, reminding us of another time.
Update - November, 2016:
Sadly, this tree is now gone along with it's companions. I went to see what it looks like at this time of the year and saw empty space. At least I have this image as a reminder.
Seen in Explore March 22, 2016 (very briefly)
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From a week's family vacation in a rented house in Skagen, Denmark - March 31, 2021.
The photo is taken at the Black Bascule Light north of the town.
A personal exploration into movement and light—this image came to life through intentional motion, rhythm, and play. I let the red lines weave their own path across darkness, like a silent choreography unfolding one frame at a time.
Sometimes the most honest results come when you stop trying to control the outcome and just create.
Not your Barbie girl, I don’t play nice, Too much fire, too much spice. 🔥✨
Neon glows, I shine too bright, Break the mold, rewrite the fight.
You want perfect? I’m too wild, Sugarcoated ain't my style. 🍬💥
No fake smiles, no quiet game, I take up space, I make my name.
Plastic world? Not my scene, Dripping colors, neon queen. 🌈👑
So keep watching, stare all day, But you can’t mold me your own way.
I glow fierce, I break the mold, Too untamed to be controlled.