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World: Jodhpur, India

5/2/2018

I walked through the apparent chaos and found myself held not at the sight of assortment but rather at its own unawareness. Aside from the mingling of sounds and smells, of shrieks and odours, there is a distinctive feeling of indetermination. These people, seemingly, don’t act on obligation or strictness of purpose. They just act and let their actions flow to whatever follows.

At times, I see them like children who have just broken or fractured from a more primordial state of being, gradually becoming more mindful yet still keeping to their closer inner selves, like from a distant ancient time.

Because of their more instinctive bearing, their movement in time is not fixed, not like my own who feels the need to know where and when I am, in a very rigid sense of exactitude.

This way of letting go gave the sensation of a world still dreaming, free of the burden of a self-imposed reality and somewhere at the brink between our world and what will come to pass. (photos and text: Dragos-Radu Dumitrescu)

A Serbian Hibernation

4/14/2018

It's April and winter has ended abruptly with a sudden turn from ice to leaves unveiling above the concrete playground I look down upon, so often bare in the evenings of recent months but now crowded with children refusing to head home until one more ball is kicked.

It's April and apparently the apocalyptic flu I'm slowly recovering from is a product of this sudden weather change, as if the perpendicular shift has thrown our collective immune system like an unprepared water-skier not quite ready for the slack to be taken up as the boat cuts 90 degrees.

But taken up the slack must be, for the city comes alive again in spring after its torpor, and I return to Montenegro for summer. Thanks for having me Belgrade, you are stark yet handsome in the winter months. (Text and Photos by Chris Le Messurier)

Bahamut

4/8/2018

No one has ever seen Bahamut
Some think it's a dog
Some think it's a newt
All we know is that the lonely Bahamut
Floats endlessly through all time and all space
With all of us and everything
Floating in a single tear
Of his eye
(Photos and text by Tasos Biris)

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The Bulb Collective consists of photographers active in urban (and rural) photography with an expressive shift to include highly aesthetic and poetic images in their assignments.

They share the same vision but not the same perspective which gives the necessary "polyphony" in their extremely ambitious endeavour to cover all the aspects of the Balkan neorealism.

Their visual signatures aspire to create iconic images and to be the best in metamorphosing and interpreting all aspects of life in this highly contradictory and fascinating part of the world.