Alexey Titarenko: the suspension of time.

In the foggy streets of St. Petersburg, Titarenko wanders around to capture the residual atmospheres of the night’s time. The early morning snow still virgin, the light that opens the eyes on the facades of old and dusty buildings, a figure made more of condensation than of flesh and veins, this is the face described... Continue Reading →

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