Tiziano Demuro and Sergio Raffaele - Under Milano

The subway is a lateral geography, a universe that literally underlies the real world and seems to move according to its own rules. In particular, the Milanese subway is used every day by over one million and three hundred thousand passengers. In continuous evolution, a tribe of nomads that passes through hybrid spaces are codified daily according to ever new rules. The travel routine, taken for granted and passive, becomes an image in Under Milano that translates attention from the objective place to its perception, from the physical structure to the way it is lived and therefore transformed. Although supported by a strong aesthetic system, the project goes beyond pure visual enjoyment to move towards an active anthropological investigation, trying to reveal a hidden, intimate, underground and pulsating landscape. Under Milano, thanks to the alchemy between the different personalities of the two founders– Tiziano Demuro and Sergio Raffaele–puts together a kaleidoscope of environments and situations in the Milanese subsoil, focusing attention on moments, details and atmospheres that, together, weave a precarious and precious daily experience.

Alan Jeuland - Une heure et un kilomètre

“One hour daily outing within one kilometer. It was the rule for all French people during lockdown, I used it as a constraint to build this series. Une heure et un kilomètre explores the notion of confinement from the outside, through a photographic narrative that borrows from the concrete of the street. I started looking for evocative traces of confinement, to create an atmosphere that tried to say something about illness an being locked in, but above all, I set out to capture the strangeness of this period.”

Alice Hutchison - Direct From Home

Direct From Home is a documentation of the inner city suburbs of Melbourne, Australia at night. This project, by photographer Alice Hutchinson, is in response to Melbourne’s second lock down.

Alice states, “this time everyone is feeling the effects of lockdown more intensely as the city responds to a second wave of infections.”

By global standards, Melbourne Covid-19 numbers are low, but as an island nation, the approach Australia has taken leans more towards elimination than measured control.

Living rooms and bedrooms have been transformed into workstations as people set up or remain in place for a longer period of tine, and with greater understanding of the enduring nature of this global crisis. Melbournians are also, by law, wearing masks in public when and if they venture out.

There is no doubt people are struggling to remain positive as the boundary blurs between work and home life even more, giving sensation of an increasingly small world. As Melbournian’s try not to get too overwhelmed by the news, both local and global, the home office and the demands of work continue late into the winter evening. Small wars transpire between the ornamental pot plant meant to calm the nerves, and the wires of the dreaded work PC and all of its shitty paraphernalia. Their sonic lives consist of video calls , and for some, the dual task of teaching their children.

Like many places however, Melbourne is not alone. Somewhere across the globe is another city, at home again. In this series, Alice captures her neighbourhood, just after dusk, on the way to her local grocery store. These images record intimate moments of her neighbourhood in response to a global issue.

Sergio Camplone - Pandemic Preparation Techniques: 1 - Quarantine

“Now more than ever, we are experiencing such a strong time dilation. Quarantine is difficult, but facts, places and characters of this story have helped me to reflect. I produced the first chapter of the Covid 19 trilogy following one of the most divisive debates in this pandemic: How the coronavirus travels through the air? Suddenly, daily mundanities seem to demand a military strategy, forcing us to overthink things we never used to think about at all. Can we go outside? What if we’re walking downwind of another person? Is it irrational to hold your breath? Everything seems to be contaminated. Personal Protection Equipment, have become unobtainable luxury objects and so, viral tutorials on the self-production of PPE are spread across the network without considering that they have precise methods of use and disposal. WHO has released some good instructional videos about using PPE and on correct individual behavior. Moreover, the same quarantine, in its simplest form, is the creation of a hygienic border between two or more things in order to protect both. In this spatial containment strategy, the work follows and conceptualizes some WHO tutorials on the correct use of Personal Protective Equipment.”

Léa Mariella - Lockdown Diary

“I originally started this photographic series as a way to document my partner and I's routine in our flat during lockdown, focusing on everyday intimate moments, visually recording the affection I feel for him. As lockdown restrictions got eased, I redirected my camera towards nature, appreciating the ability to be out again while enjoying the beauty and uniqueness of its design. The more I took photographs, the more I started noticing a visual link between my original experience of indoor documentation of lockdown, and my most recent outdoor exploration. More precisely, the observable association between my partner and surrounding nature became a photographic series in itself. Through a visual pairing of the physiological similarities between the human body and local flora, I focus on conveying the sense of serenity I feel when surrounded by both nature and my partner.”

100 Metres- Vlada Krasilnikova and Lena Kholkina

100 meters is the current distance allowed to move away from your house in Moscow due to Covid-19. Photographer Vlada Krasilnikova and a Russian actress Alina Chernobrovkina accidentally met within 100 distance from their homes and decided to create a body of work to partly document and partly daydream about the new urban reality. Keeping their mandatory distance, together they created images of a new citizen, neighbour, and street style inspired by the disturbing atmosphere of an empty city and new routines.

Vlada Krasilnikova and Lena Kholkina are Moscow-based photographers working as a team on a long-term project “Spondance”- an urban body research in collaboration with Russian actors. Shoot preparations and ideas were exchanged via phone and zoom, as the team was stuck different places because of the pandemic. The model pictured, Alina Chernobrovkina is an actress with the Theatre School of Dramatic Art and a performer. Alina shares, “it is now an unnerving situation to just walk out of your home, and despite taking all the precautions, you still feel exposed– to the virus, to the police whose guidelines change any minute, or to the people who don’t believe in the virus and openly behave like it’s not there. 

Nadine Persaud - Everything Must Change

The air is clearer now and the light is different.

Shot & edited in a blurry first week of lockdown, South London, March 23-29th 2020. Audio: Nina Simone, Everything Must Change. https://www.broad.community/ for the full feature

The roads are quiet during the day but dead at night. In the beginning, sirens would echo in the stillness. Now, it is only blue flickering lights bouncing through the windows each evening that remind us there is still life outside.

In the first week of ‘lockdown’ we visited my parents, delivering milk and bread because they were in isolation with mild symptoms. We had been instructed by The TV to ‘socially distance’. So there we stood, my daughter and I, hovering two metres from the door of the house I grew up in.

We were barred from entry, indefinitely.

The sun had brazenly appeared that morning and we closed our eyes and tilted our heads to the sky to enjoy its warmth. After months of boringly grey winter, we were suddenly immersed in a world of pastel blossoms and green shoots. We went into my parents garden so that we could enjoy the space we didn’t have at home. My daughter ran around and collected flowers. My mum watched her from inside the house, showering praise and encouragement through a small crack in the door.

I was driving home when I saw NHS chalked onto the cinema wall. The roundabout is usually the busiest area of the high street. All the businesses were shuttered up. There was no movement.  It was a tumbleweed gif. I pulled over and took a photo. A police van appeared and in my head I quickly practised my explanation for this ‘non-essential stop’. I had seen on The TV that there are now only four justifiable reasons for you to be outside of your house.

The TV said we were permitted to exercise for one hour per day. I cycled aimlessly around local streets and discovered an entrance to the recreation ground. The gates opened up into a panoramic view of London that I’d not seen before.

Even from that distance, you could feel that the city had stopped.

On the hill, there was a cherry blossom tree that had school ties hung from its branches. They moved with the breeze like silent windchimes and I allowed myself to feel overwhelmed for a minute.

During the first week of lockdown my household were taught how to practice social distancing. We were advised by The TV to avoid everyone we came across, including each other should one of us fall ill. I could not teach my child the intricacies of this practice because I was learning myself.

She is six years-old and knows that none of the adults have the answer to anything at the moment.

I want to ask her if that is scary but I already know the answer.

We walked through our local park on the first warm days of the year and saw people wearing masks and gloves, crossing paths to avoid us whilst smiling apologetically. The playground was locked, the bouncy castle gone and the cafe was shut. The TV had warned old people that it was not safe for them to be outside and like pot-smoking teenagers, they scurried away ashamedly from passer-by’s hoping they would not be noticed.

The park looked so beautiful.

The apocalypse is not what I thought it would be.

Grooming Photo Collective - Three voices from Italy's Lockdown

Grooming Photo is an Italian collective made up of three photographers who live between Florence and Bologna. From a bulletin from Protezione Civile to a speech by the Prime Minister, each of us has observed a new routine taking root in our lives.

Cosimo and his girlfriend Elise find themselves stuck due to the lockdown the day before their departure for Paris. Elise, a French musician, is far from her family with no possibility of joining them.

At home, Marina is surrounded by a network of neighbours and friends.

Matteo is a separated father, spending time with his daughter in countryside.

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Cosimo Piccardi

Marina Arienzale

Matteo Cesari

Mark Griffiths - These Four Walls Are Closing In

“There is no darkness like that of a confined space.” - Lauren DeStefano. The following images are a visual metaphor for the feeling of being isolated and the apprehension of the unknown during the ongoing enforced lockdown currently in operation. The pictures are a representation of my mental and physical wellbeing from being isolated or confined to a space for a prolonged period and convey my thoughts and feelings towards an uncertain future during the corona virus pandemic. Making this work allows me to express my inner anguish and worries about the situation we are facing and provides me with a therapeutic sense of purpose whilst confined within the four walls of my one bedroom flat.

Neil Massey - London in Lockdown - A photo diary

On Monday 23rd March 2020 the UK Government announced a nationwide LOCKDOWN to curb the spread of COVID-19. The purpose of this action would minimise fatalities and ease pressure on the National Health Service (NHS). My wife’s work contract finished abruptly and my kids (8 yrs and 9 yrs) school closed. Suddenly we were all at home together.

Christian Maradiaga - Is This It For Us?

Photographer Christina Maradiaga’s Is This It For Us? is a meditation on the idiosyncrasies of love during a global pandemic. His photos of familiar objects and intimate spaces try to make sense of our connections and relationships in a world where seemingly nothing and everything has changed. This short series captures our collective voyeuristic experience, as we follow our lives like statistics; watching its waves, love and life’s unravelling, and its inevitable coming back together–on hold, yet ever-changing in its stasis.
Read the full interview between Alexa Fahlman and Christian below.

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What’s your living situation like at the moment?

At the moment, I'm holed up in my apartment by myself. My partner lives with me, but she's currently away to be with her parents to both finish her summer semester, and take care of herself physically and mentally. As cliché as it sounds, this virus had led us to care more about our bodies our mental health, and study ourselves to figure out what's working, what's not working, how we can improve ourselves, etc. Though I'm supporting her decision, I've been feeling quite lonely, so I've been reaching out to my parents more to chat and check in.

A lot of us have been experiencing this sense of “enforced togetherness”, how has that affected you on an individual level, and have you noticed these effects bleed into your relationship?

Honestly, we both have noticed this. We've both mentioned how difficult it can be spending so much time together, to the point where you'll begin to get angry or upset at the littlest things. For instance, I'm one that's all about cleanliness, so I did get angry a few times after noticing that she's cut her hair and left trails of hair all throughout the apartment, or when the bedroom is a mess. Before, I'd be working at the office and she'd be in school, so we'd have that space between us that allowed us to breathe, and live as individuals. We would send each other memes throughout the day, but every couple does that!

Enforced togetherness scares me in a way? Just feels like someone's got a magnifying glass and is zooming in on all of your pores/black spots on your face.

You talk about sensitive spots, I  think we’ve all been noticing those in ourselves and our partners…can you speak more on this?

Well, when you're spending so much time together, you'll begin to notice little things that make you go "oh, that's interesting." Something you either haven't noticed before, or didn't want to notice, but now it's there in your head. However, I think the main thing we're wanting to know is if we're right for each other, if it's too early to begin settling down, and I personally don't want to be a distraction for her while she's in school. She's an incredible woman, incredibly hard-working, but it's difficult to juggle school, work, a relationship, and taking care of yourself. Sometimes you've got to remove one of the many things you love, permanently or temporarily, and at times it may be the relationship that you love dearly. 

Now, in our case, we're not ending the relationship, but we're wondering if we should leave it on pause.

Do you think we expect too much of modern relationships? While we all can attest to there being no such thing as the “perfect person”, we still seem to expect our partner to be our best friend, lover, caregiver, therapist even…

At the end of the day, if you and your partner are comfortable and happy being all of those things for each other, then go for it. For me, personally, I do think we expect too much from modern relationships. Whether it's asking for constant attention (digitally or in-person), expecting them to take care of you even when they've got their own shit they're going through - whatever it may be, I do believe we should begin to relax more, and just enjoy the feeling of being in love, but also begin loving yourself. Rather than constantly seeking attention, or getting angry because they haven't replied to your mass text message spree, maybe start cooking for yourself, or work on that project you've been setting aside for months. We've been looking, looking, looking for years, thinking that you'll be taken care of by your partner and won't need to worry anymore, but that's just wrong. Stop the search, and start working on becoming the best version of yourself. Wow, this sounds like one of those seminars you go to for $50.

While your partner leaves to spend time with her family- what are your plans?

I've been wanting to release a couple of short films for years now, and I'm finally beginning to write the dialogue for it, along with storyboarding. Mostly inspired by the French New Wave style of cinema, but I've been listening to My Bloody Valentine a lot recently, and have wanted to create a piece you can watch while listening to their album Loveless. Health and fitness have become quite important for me now, so I'm trying to better myself physically. You know, get that summer bod for 2021.

Has this pandemic expanded your view of yourself and how you love, or want to be loved?

Definitely. I've started caring about my physical health, caring about the future and how I'd like it to turn out, but I've also been more aware of what I look for, what makes me happy, and how to be happy. As for how I love, I do believe there's work to be done? I'm someone who quickly falls deeply, deeply in love, and it's hurt me in the past, but I believe this time it's for real. You can't help but think about the things that soured your previous relationships when you're so in love, and with this extra personal time I have, I'll begin to feel anxious that I may be failing in some parts, or that she'll find something off about me and leave me.

Some have said that this pandemic has become a source of reparative connection, do you feel similarly or has it had the opposite effect for you?

I believe it has become a source of reparative connection, and I think the hurdles we've been going through recently are signs that our relationship is evolving into something bigger, something deeper. Though I'll feel anxious and scared at times, inside, I know this will lead us to a more evolved, and happier stage. No one knows for sure, but that's life.

Carla Oset - Routine Changes

Seeing all the changes that were beginning to occur in our routines, I began to take photos as if it were a catalog, portraits to show the passage of time and what was happening outside and how it affected us directly. We still don't know how much longer we are going to be locked up, and right now I don't want to think about it because I am filled with anguish. Instead, I look for a game in photography that allows me to distract myself.

Fred Lahache- One Day at a Time

A visual essay about the dissolution of time under lockdown. Documenting the endless repetition of a similar day, yet made too short by remote work and parenting. 

Time is paradoxical this Spring, a season most of us are spending inside, all over the world. Isolated, but together universally. Aside from posting a couple of funny memes to play down the horror, little free time is left for work, reading, or a little TV. Yet idle days, one leading to the other, week after week, as other countries enter the same situation with either a little delay, or slowly start leaving it. I’m not counting the days. They all feel like a single, identical, long one. An invitation to appreciate our connection to reality. Here is a diary of this endless day, where chronology no longer matters. As a new moon was rising, for everyone. Which surprisingly echoed that chorus from a Radiohead song. In The Numbers, Yorke calls for a change through a beautiful, optimistic call to arms. The clock has already been ticking for us all, but it stops for a moment to allow us one last chance to think about the environmental issues at stake, the importance of public service and healthcare, and the significance of a human connection over goods in a sustainable economy. And it feels like we got the message here pretty clearly this time round, which has made this experience both so intimate and so very global at the same time. This made everyone feel a different sense of time.

It isn’t lost on me that it’s a luxury to even stay at home while some have no choice but go work despite the omnipresent danger, most often for a modest salary, while others still don’t even have a home to stay in. And some were actually hurt by the virus. It could be tempting to simply observe the beauty in the mundane and I naturally took advantage of the situation just keep my spirits up. But I also wanted to use it as an opportunity to reevaluate things and avoid turning this in a lifestyle issue. As a young man with no preexisting conditions, with a loving partner, a healthy kid, and nothing worse than a temporary lack of revenues that we can cope with, I am fully aware that other households here and all over the world are going through this tough time with far more difficulty,  and much more to worry about than a simple personal project.

I didn't need to be reminded how lucky I was. Still, this isolation has given me time to think about what photography means to me.  The change was so strong that from day one, I started documenting our life at home in order to keep track of this for ourselves, – and also to keep myself busy, since all gigs got cancelled (not that home-schooling and parenting wouldn't keep us busy enough, but I was afraid of having my photographic practice fall dormant). I also felt that I had to make something out of this situation, for my work, and for my sake.

Ben Bloom - Some Find it Nothing

Created as a visual stream of consciousness, Some Find it Nothing is intended to feel erratic — themes of loneliness, loss, chaos, grief, enlightenment, calm, and solitude highlighting the tides of our lives. The work is meant to remain fluid and interpretive, fueled by the emotional fluctuations and loss of narrative while living in isolation.

Meredithe Ettrich - Serving Coffee During a Pandemic

Words by Meredithe Ettrich • With photographs from our IG community.

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The sun has not quite risen. I walk through deserted city streets to get to work. Almost every business has been shut down due to the Covid 19 outbreak. In the weeks leading up to this day, we heard murmurs of emptying offices and canceled trips. Then within a few days every restaurant, bar and nightclub closed for fear of spreading the virus further. The coffee shop I work at seems to be the only place still open. Creatures need their comforts, even during pandemics.

I came in to find a heavily reduced staff. We have begun to take measures to curb the spread of the virus. I no longer have to put chairs out, as that would encourage gathering. I ask Nora, my fellow barista, how she is holding up. She tells me about her child and how she’s grateful her husband works in landscaping so he doesn’t come in contact with people. She has to video chat for her English classes now.

It’s time to open our doors. Our clientele are wealthy residents of Washington D.C, and white collar professionals. The shop is coated in bleach, and littered with latex gloves. We must now do everything for the customers. This means hours of meticulously ripping open sugar packets and pouring milk in their coffee very slowly until they say “STOP”. If I dismiss the chemical smell and tense atmosphere the experience feels almost novel. Everyone who comes in wants to talk to us about Coronavirus. I am thanked multiple times for being there while everyone else is in quarantine. I brighten their day. They need their little pick me up. I would love to tell them I have to be there. I wouldn’t risk being exposed to hundreds of people a day if I had the means not to. Instead I say “No problem!” and hand over their coffee with my gloved hand.

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Around noon my manager calls. She tells me either our already reduced hours will be cut, or we can be laid off. No paid leave, no benefits, nothing to help us through the pandemic. I ask if she would like to tell Nora about the changes. She declines, saying her Spanish isn’t good enough to convey this properly. I consider my options. I could risk infection by continuing to work or risk eviction by losing my only source of income.

Halfway through the shift, a family comes in. As I ring them up the Father asks the teenager “Are you sure you don’t want anything? I’ll buy you anything in here.” The tension is palpable as the teenager declines and sulks away. The wife's shoulders slump in defeat. A minute or two after receiving their drinks, the woman spills her chai all over the counter and floor. The usually dingy countertop gleams like marble with it’s new milk varnish. To lighten the mood, I try to laugh it off and I tell them it happens all the time. We’ll clean it up. The woman has her hand over her mouth and will not look at us. She starts trying to scoop the mess up with a tiny soaked paper napkin and her bare hands. She barely registers when I say “Ma’am it's ok, please stop scooping milk into the garbage.” Dutifully, I make her a new drink, and she quietly stifles a sob as she walks away with her chai. Nora throws me an exasperated glance.

We begin to close the shop. our bosses still haven’t filled in the Spanish speaking employees on the staff cuts. It’s been nine hours. I’ve decided to be laid off so I can claim unemployment until things get back to normal. If they do at all. I tell Nora I’m worried about paying rent. Like many people in the food service industry, I have no backup, no familial wealth, or savings. She is very quiet for a minute before saying “Many people here are undocumented, and cannot claim unemployment without a social security number.” She doesn’t say much after that. My heart sinks further. She has become like a mother and a friend to me. It pains me to know her life could be ripped so swiftly from her. My other co-workers and I chat about what we’re going to do. I watch one of them take a gallon of milk from the fridge and stuff it in their bag. They see me watching them and they hand me a loaf of bread. With a nod, I put it in my tote with little resignation. Nora speaks to the kitchen staff in hushed tones.

As I drag garbage bags to the curb, I think about the food service industry. I think about the value of serving other people. Every day, we wake up before dawn to arrange the world so it’s ready to be lived in. We console our customer’s grief and delight in their joy. And every night we neatly fold it back up. I say goodbye to my co-workers, seeing Nora last as I walk out the door. She is busy helping the kitchen staff mop the floors. I walk onto the city street. At this time it’s usually bustling with rich socialites and suave businessmen. Today it's as empty as it was in the morning. Closure signs are posted on every door. I am unsure of the future, but so is everyone else.

Francois Prost - Covid Portraits

We all have to do it and we all dread it in some ways: The weekly grocery run amid COVID-19.

The scenes captured in Francois Prost’s series is an uneasy sight we’re growing more familiar with as the fight against COVID-19 progresses – daily shoppers in personal protective gear. Francois begun capturing shoppers on his regular grocery run in France’s rural Brittany to help process the abrupt changes to everyday life as we know it. His series speaks to how we are coping and adapting to the changes of life’s most mundane tasks. Most of all, Francois’ Covid Portraits reminds us of the art of the human condition.

How did people react when you asked them for a pandemic portrait?

For a few weeks, I’ve been committed to documenting people going to and from the supermarkets with masks during the COVID-19 crisis. It all started during the beginning of the lockdown, when I moved with my wife and kids from Paris to Brittany. Watching people leaving the supermarkets with surgical masks and shopping trolleys filled to the brim was, of course, strange; there’s nothing more usual than doing the groceries, while there’s nothing more unusual than going about your day in masks. So, I thought documenting this phenomenon would be both visually uncommon and interesting. When I would go out to do my own shopping, I started asking people if I could take their photos. Generally speaking, people reacted in a positive way and let me take their picture; I think they too saw this as a foreign situation, and could therefore understand why a photographer would want to document it. From my experience, once people get to understand why you’re taking the photo, they usually have a positive response, some are even happy and flattered.

What was the mood like at the grocery store? How were people coping with this extraordinary situation? 

The first week felt very anxious. People looked at each other with suspicion and fear, and at this stage, it seemed like many people would overbuy toilet paper and pasta. However, after a week, the panic passed, and things slowly came back to a “normal”. Shoppers have started to come less often and tend to do the groceries for 2 weeks instead of coming every week/few days; people appear to be less stressed now than at the beginning. Nevertheless, supermarket shopping still feels very strange because of people wearing masks and also because of physical emptiness; some people are afraid to come because of the virus, and the supermarkets are also restraining the number of people allowed inside. 

Does there seem to be a different mentality in France compared to North America and the rest of the world? What I mean by this is, are people hoarding their shopping carts with toilet paper? 

I think we get the same reaction everywhere on the planet, it’s a human behaviour to get anxious about such an event. It might feel more extreme in North America, as everything especially seems “huger“ and “higher“ in the USA than in Europe, but it’s more a feeling than reality I think. Also, those pictures were taken in a pretty quiet and lay down area, so it might not be very objective.

Most importantly, how are you coping with this situation? As both an artist and in your everyday? 

As an artist, the “quarantine lockdown“ is definitely exciting as it’s breaking the order of daily life. As a Father/husband, it’s also positive, as I’m spending my entire days with my two kids and wife. I feel a little bit like I’m in a “big brother“ TV show, but it’s interesting to change our habits and way of living/interacting. And as a professional freelance worker, it’s a huge mess, as all my jobs got canceled or delayed and I’m not sure about what the next months will be in terms of business. All of those words concern the quarantine as we live it now after one month, let’s see how it will be in 6 months…and of course, I’m speaking only about my situation, I’m aware I’m very lucky and the situation is a real nightmare for many people.

Claudia Bigongiari - The Everyday

This is a photographic description of my life now, locked down in Paris, where I was living when the quarantine started, I'm Italian. Simple images like the simple gestures where everyone can reflect themselves right now. Inspired from the everyday life as much as from the directions and suggestions given to "survive" this time of waiting.

Ryan Walter Wagner - Through the Window

I started this project as a way to connect with people during these unprecedented times.  Right now we all have more in common than ever in our shared experience of isolation, and are looking for new ways to find that connection.

Working as a portrait photographer and running my own studio (@goodsidephoto), I needed to innovate my business to keep things moving forward. Providing a distraction from the overwhelming feeling surrounding us all and a physical memory of this time in isolation together also allows me to adjust my business model and continue working. 

Over the last week I've photographed people in their own homes, through windows and on patios and doorsteps.  I have met people completely quarantined for 10, 12, 14 days and others that are safely practicing social distancing and mostly remaining inside. All of them show melancholy while trying to remain positive in these uncertain days that have no end in sight.  We're all struggling with how to comprehend the idea of our current world, and this project has provided a way for us to connect and create a reminder of these crazy days once all in the past. 

Davide Mandolini - Covered

This time last year, photographer Davide Mandolini was travelling through Italy, Malta, Taiwan and Bratislava, collecting photos for his upcoming projects. A month ago, however, Davide had to put his projects on hold due to Italy’s state of emergency. These days, he spends his days indoors, creating archives of his photos from times passed. He tells us, “I was working through my photos when I realized that I had a reasonable number of photos which could become a series”. What started out as a personal project about society’s hidden realities–Davide’s enquiry into what's behind the surface–Covered is now more timely than ever. Through his lens, we see the world at a standstill, a photographic premonition of life during a pandemic–unfinished construction, blankets of plastic and silent landscapes.

Joe Horner - What About Here?