Here's looking at you. This is my response to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.
Tag: srbija
dorćol dreaming
dreaming spires don't you want me? pump it up x marks the spot longing helping
periskop
Tonight I saw the future. A good future for this city, this country, this people. Our world. A glimpse of what makes us human. A slice of life. A smell of hope. Young photographers gathered together to celebrate their art. Defy the past. Make a point. Live. Love. Periskop Kamerades Belgrade Raw
Weekly Photo Challenge: Pattern
There is a pattern to everything. Maybe our destiny is shaped by a pattern. Patterns sometimes hard to describe; hard to follow. The universe will unfold as it should. The pattern will be followed. Or should we break the pattern. Make our own, shape our destiny?
andy townend talks to RTV Pink about belgradestreets
otvaranje izložbe “belgradestreets”, 07.05.2013. | Facebook
I'm delighted to share O3ONE's images from the belgradestreets exhibition opening last night. Thank you so much to the team at O3ONE for all their hard work in preparing for the exhibition. Thank you to all those who came last night! The exhibition continues until 15 May 2013.
belgradestreets | O3ONE
Join me at O3ONE here in Belgrade at 19:00 tomorrow, May 7, for the opening night of my belgradestreets exhibition. Thank you so much to all who support belgradestreets! Срећан Ускрс! Belgrade Streets | O3ONE.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Culture
Cultures collide Culture corrupts Culture consoles Culture captivates Culture is incandescent... "The time to hesitate is through No time to wallow in the mire Try now we can only lose And our love become a funeral pyre Come on baby, light my fire..." Lyrics from "Light my fire" by The Doors This is my response … Continue reading Weekly Photo Challenge: Culture
bigz graffiti
Graffiti inside the BIGZ building on belgradestreets. Words are superfluous? The graffiti tells its own story. Dark and complex tales.
all that jazz
"All hope abandon ye who enter here." These words could well be daubed in blood at the entrance to the BIGZ building on belgradestreets. Pass through the portal, ascend the graffiti strewn staircase. Music wafts through the air. Tourists do not come here. Yet. There is nowhere quite like this. And the reward at the … Continue reading all that jazz
