Author: Oskars L. (Latvia)

Author: Anna T. (Poland)

Author: Adriana O. (Italy)

 

Author: Valentine F. (Switzerland)

Author: Vivien S. (Germany)

Author: David P. (Spain)

We can't erase the past, but from it we can learn the lessons to build a better world. This photo, is my little homage to the final scene of Schindler's list, in which, the girl with the red coat appears, symbol of extermination and destruction. it is also the only element represented in color in the film to underline a tragedy that I hope will never be repeated in the future.

Author: Alessandro A. (Italy)

Author: Piotr G. (Poland)

Everyone has their own story. So please, don't judge. Just respect, and keep going. Your stories are waiting for You.

Author: Valentine F. (Switzerland)

The nymph and the painter in his workshop. This is a photograph I have taken 2 years ago in the amazing workshop of my grandfather. He is 92 years old and come to his workshop in the old town every Wednesday to paint. A young woman come often to pose as a model for him and the others painters in the workshop. Trough times a nice friendship is borned between them. I asked them is I could catch this beautiful and precious moment and he told me he was more than happy to keep this memory on a photograph.

Author: Irene V. (Italy)

There is a place where the dreamers are used to go, everyone of them has a little space in the reality to see the sunset and the sunrise.

Author: Jenny B. (Germany)

Imagine a château somewhere in the middle of nowhere on a sunny summer day in Lothringen, France. While you are strolling through its beautiful garden you can hear laughter and music, you can see people dancing and playing boule, you smell the good food and the wine. You take a seat on a bench close to a little pond and enjoy the flowers everywhere around you. After a while, you walk up to the gardeners house to tell him that you admire his work. He is not there. He must have left the room but seems to be coming back soon. His jacket is hanging in the wardrobe, his shirt is hanging from a clothes line. A chair is standing close to a table at which he must have sat a few minutes ago. Slowly you realize the laughter is fading away, there are no people, there is no feast. The room is dark, only lit by the last incoming sunrays of the day. There is dust everywhere, the windows are broken, stones from the ceiling are lying around. It must have been 100 years ago that the gardener was here for the last time. Everything is decaying around you but you can still feel the echo of those glamorous times...

Author: Gabriella B. (Italy)

This place hide the sadness of a solitary homless womNan, life, she's invisible, but the place screams her desperation.

Author: Maddalena M. (Italy)

Once upon a time there was a prince who rode a red bicycle. 

When he found the girl of his dreams he would have liked to begin a lifelong journey  with her. It was his dream. 

Although the girl was in love with him, she couldn’t leave,  she was blocked by her fear. The prince would have saved her, but he couldn’t: she had to do it only by herself . He could only wait and support  her. 

The girl quickly realized that she was wasting time to live strongly, she was given up her happiness. So she gathered out  strength and she fought against her worry.  After failure, finally the girl fought and won for the first time in her life thanks to her willpower, she didn’t know to have, and to her prince’s support . 

She immediatly joined  her prince, they left on the red bicycle and  lived happily ever after.  

She carry on fighting her fear every day, but now she is stronger and she can win.

Author: Agata B. (Italy)

Mine is a story of simplicity, of the small things. The story I want to tell you is about those gesture that always seems so normal and common but underneath this surface they hide a deep and strong feeling. A gesture as simple as a daughter sitting on her dad lap while watching a street artist doing a show, is the definition of what family actually means: love so deep, constant, and unconditional that become common and granted.

Love is not violence and intimidation. It's respect. To be loved, of that unconditional love that knows no brakes. A hug in the middle of people makes you feel safe and protected by "Your person".

Author: Martina G. (Italy)

The ancient Greeks believed in mysterious land named Hyperborea, located somewhere at the North. Inhabitants were close to gods and beloved by them. Songs, dances, music and feasts are what their life consists of. They never know any strife and death. Some authors believe that Hyperborea were located on the Kola Peninsula in Russia. Specifically near Lake Seydozero.

Author: Marina K. (Russia)

I remember how much I wanted to grow up fast. My child taught me to live the moment. Now I believe that “today is a gift, that’s why it’s called the present

Author: Anamaria C. (Romania)

And if one step divides us from the abyss ...

Author: Anna P. (Poland)

A strong character will always project his vision of life. A man's past and future could be captured in one moment in his presence. When I see the boy chasing the ball on the photo actually realize that only with a strong visualization, hard work and consistency a small boy as the kid on the left of the photo could become the successful and fortuned young man as the man on the right. Between the small child and the prosperous man, there is always a young teen, who needs to find his way in life, to fight for his better version and to believe that everything is possible.

Author: Sylwia K. (Poland)

Author: Francesca M. (Italy)

The story of this photo is very simple, like every story of my every shot. I walk in a very quiet and I see something abandoned, the beauty of the waterfront, something wonderfully photogenic. I get excited to see that drawing of two people hand in hand, imagining the person in love eager to express their love.

In this photo, both with the choice of subjects, both with the choice of colors, I wanted to bring back the sense of total strangeness that pervades me in the moment in which my gaze meets scenes of everyday life of people unknown to me. I wanted to bring back the working routine of two strangers, making it, with the use of colors, melancholy, distant, unknowable, but precisely for this deeply fascinating.

Author: Laura P. (Italy)

I started to browse through my albums looking for something that could be good and it was not easy at all.

 

I found good photos, aesthetically pleasing, correct exposure... but few who could tell something about themselves!

 

Then I focused on this picture ... And i saw a story of HOPE in this image.

 

HOPE of a person who goes to pray his God for a better fate, for better health and to thank him for all that he has had up to that moment.

 

The HOPE of two people to meet a gesture of humanity, the HOPE of feeling still alive despite the adversities of destiny.

 

 

Author: Adis B. (Italy)

 

Author: Riccardo S. (Italy)

 

Author: Maria Grazia R. (Italy)

"So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell?

Blue skies from pain?

Can you tell a green field

from a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil? 

Do you think you can tell?"

Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

 

Author: Marcella P. (Italy)

Massimo is walking through the large square of the city while thinking of his own business, walking with his dogs. No one notices him and he’s fine with it. But then something draws his attention and I see him bending over himself, he is lowering to listen, even if those who speak use a different language. Many do not notice it and for many others it doesn't mean anything, but I think Massimo gave me a gift without realizing it, and I can only think about whether it is possible to hear an emotion.

Author: Rachele B. (Italy)

Single shot belonging to the photographic project LOST BOND. This project stems from the need to tell the loss of a link. We all pass more or less beautiful moments in the course of our lives and the losses, however painful, are necessary to find each other. The project is realized through photographic composition, each of which is composed of five shots, which refer to classical iconography.

The moment of acceptance is immortalized, the awareness that the bond we had now is no longer there; it feels displaced. It is to realize, to let go of a piece of life.

Our eyes will initially rest on the main subject portrayed in a moment of intimacy, closed by the warmth of a hug, a simple gesture, but which has always helped mankind to find comfort.

Moving on, our gaze will slide between the shots below. In the four small square predellas we can see as many objects that express the relationship between the subject and the lost link. It is the portrait of a small piece of life

Author: Sara D. (Italy)

 

Author: Dominik G. (Germany)

Author: Salvador M. (Spain)

Author: Maria L. (Spain)

Mussels are a very common delicacy in Greece, especially in the summer. For hygiene reasons there are also “mussel crops”, a small restricted area in the sea, to ensure that they will be safe to eat. There is such a crop at the small village where I go for vacation every year, a few meters from the shore. Once or twice every week the fishermen go and collect the mussels but of course this happens very early in the morning, at the dawn. For once, I was lucky to capture this moment, the moment that the small boat goes to the crop exactly when the sun comes out and the day starts.

Author: Martha P. (Greece)

And now bartender fill my glass put something quiet then come here to talk, so I already know that you have already understood that it happened to me, your bar counter has supported some people put in this state, tell me about the loves you have passed I will talk about mine that has just been born." (Articolo 31, Aria)

Author: Ugo P. (Italy)

Author: Alessia G. (Italy)

"There is no kingdom like the forests. It is time I went there, went in silence, went alone. And maybe there I would learn at last what no act or art or power can teach me, what I have never learned." (Ursula K. Le Guin, The Farthest Shore )

Author: Lavanya L. (India)

 

Author: Albrecht P. (Germany)

 

Author: Andrea D. (Italy)

I took this photo in Nichelino on the day when the "European Solidarity" event was held all over Europe, aimed at supporting the change of the Dublin Treaty; that day I had the pleasure of meeting the boys, my peers, asylum seekers in the town of Nichelino, together we built some small paper boats, the symbol of what is happening in recent years. This picture gives me many emotions, especially the fact that we talk about people, young people of my age who have traveled in desperate conditions with the hope of having a better future, a future like ours.

Author: Sara D. (Albania)

Author: Oscar G. (Finland)

Author: Bruno S. (Spain)

Author: Lucia P. (Italy)

Author: Nina M. (Georgia)

Author: Maria C. (Italy)

I think that if I had to represent the word "dream" in a picture my choice would certainly fall on this shot in London, in front of St Paul's Cathedral.

I first adore that Cathedral, I adore the Millenium Bridge and I love the Thames.

London is my favourite Dream.

Colors are a Dream, the light reflected in soap bubbles is a Dream.

Soap bubbles are often linked to children, and children know what it means to dream. Daydreaming.

And finally, Agnese, the girl you can see in the shot, is the greatest dreamer I know

 

Author: Vivien S. (Germany)

Author: Ilaria V. (Italy)

Author: Ilaria V. (Italy)

Author: David P. (Spain)

Author: Jessica F. (UK)

Author: Tanja T.

Author: Aleksandra S. (Estonia)

Author: Matteo B. (Italy)

This is portrait of my dog Tasman ​​with my daughter Amelia. My dog ​​is her best friend . He is her defense ,fun companion and the best cuddly. This is true love.

Author: Anna T. (Poland)

The picture is the representation of tomorrow .. behind the eyes of a child, you can see the perplexities, fears, uncertainties, what the future can expect ... and this insecurity leads us to hide behind a "stone". tight lips closed between the black and white of one's existenc ...

Two people, apparently very different, very distant in their aspects and colors, but both of them love, smile and cry! It's not always possible to understand the human being, sometimes you are run over from the person that you face without being able to reach, some other time you react vehemently, only because the apperance seems so big. But both...love, smile and cry! Everyone should understand it! 

Author: Eleana G. (Italy)

Author: Amalia D. (Italy)

Author: Monica D. (Italy)

Author: Antonella M. (Italy)

Author: Andrea P. (Argentina)

Author: Agnese D. (Italy)

 

Author: Victoria K. (Russia)

 

Author: Teet R. (Estonia)

 

Author: Elisabetta M. (Italy)

 

Walking through Voltaggio, I came across a little old man. He was sitting close to the source of sulfurous water, the historical point of the village. The curious thing is that he’s looking at his phone. I know that now, it is a common subject, but even the smallest village have developed and its own old people have been influenced.

Author: Martina P. (Slovakia)

 

You may call for peace as loudly as you wish, but where there is no brotherhood there can in the end be no peace... Always charmed by beauty of the National Park of Bavarian Forest and its lovely residents, photos of which I'm so happy to take.

Imagine living on the streets, no shelter from hot or cold weather, no food, no water available when you need.Imagine being sick, or injured.Imagine feeling helpless, having no one by your side.Imagine not having the chance to speak for yourself, because your language is not understood by anyone.

Imagine being invisible.

This happens to people everyday. This happens to animals, too.

There are thousands of little souls on the streets, abandoned, forgotten, just because they don't have human features.Thousands of little souls that scream in silence everyday, unnoticed, unheard, unknown. Thousands of voiceless that ask us for one thing only: to be the voice they've never had.

If you see an animal in need, just don't pass by, ever. For you it's a matter of time, for them it's a matter of Life.

 

Author: Stefania Maria V. (Italy)

 

Artificial feeding system with PEG system; in the background, a calendar with sacred images hanging roughly on an artificial flower; the white background is the frame. To preserve life we are attached to many things, but sometimes, at some point, we remain with a pipe and the last hope.

Author: Pasquale  G. (Italy)

 

"If we imagine that this girl is taking her rabbit for a walk while holding her expensive extinguisher purse, then imagine outside what the rest of the world could be doing."

He has crossed his life and now at the end of it all his memories come back to life in the smog of a sigarette!

Author: Ilaria F. (Italy)

 

"White Old Man" is an area in Elena Balkan covering a territory of several tens of decares. It is called because of the only oak in this region that people call the same name. In local folklore there is a legend that tells of three brothers - traveling leather merchants who were overtaken by a heavy snowstorm and forced to camp at the place in question. On the night of his youngest brother he met a tall man with a dog's head and a dazzling pendant on his chest who had asked him for two wolfskins to warm up at night. The little brother saw the opportunity for a good deal and asked for the medallion in return. In the morning he found his brothers slaughtered and skinned, and his own hands were stained with blood. On his chest was the pendant of the creature's medallion. The little brother wandered from the place to a deep old age, seeking the creature from his sleep. He wanted to bring back his medallion so that his brothers could live again. He died very old, and at the place where he breathed, a tall and built oak grew up lonely in the thick pine forest. According to the superstition, every night at exactly three o'clock, the desperate shouts of the little brother, who is still waiting for the strange creature, can be heard.

Author: Albert B. (Bulgaria)

 

Author: Orietta G. (Italy)

 

"And when the storm arrives I like to think that it's you ... that you've found another way to come back."

This is Miriam's first trip to Berlin. To say the truth, it is her fist ever trip to Germany.

She is a Jew and lives in Israel. She knows a lot about the holocaust and the evil that happened in Germany during WWII, and the division of the two Germanys at the end of the war. And about the wall. 

She knows the wall has fallen, but she barely remembers it herself – she was just a small child then. Why does she know all this? Because her grandparents – her mother's parents – were Jews who lived in Berlin before the war. When the persecutions began – they were young then and had just married – they managed to flee to Great Britain.  After the war they then relocated to Israel. Her mother was born there, and so was she. But those stories are there in her heart  – those will never be forgotten.   

And so now she is here, in what was once east Berlin, and she is passing next to a fragment of the wall. There is a flag painted on it. No – wait – there's two: the German flag and the Israeli one have merged. She wonders who's the enemy now. Or is there one? And her homeland? Which one is her motherland? Or should she call it Fatherland?

Author: Adriana O. (Italy)

 

Author: Erica A. (Italy)

 

Loving sunsets also means making peace with the idea of darkness. Come here. Too much melancholy for the romantics. Yet, on the evening of my birthday, looked into space for the fiery Rome, I made a space where I feel more alone to collect the night, real or metaphorical.

Author: Matilde V. (Italy)

 

The purity of an intense gaze and the flowers that adorn the girl who, despite being immersed in the darkness, is enveloped in the delicacy of her femininity.

Let me Italian you is proud to announce its first BLIND PHOTO CONTEST!

Why BLIND?

The first place will be awarded with a BLIND TRIP offered by Let me Italian you in a secret destination! The winner will get a travel voucher that consists in transportation tickets (roundtrip) & accommodation (2 nights)! Which Destination? You will discover if you win!

How it works?

Send 1  photo to letmeitalianyou@gmail.com focused on the theme of “TELL US A STORY”:

Create a photo with a story – take a photo and show us your photo with a story behind it!

A story could be found around almost every corner, from stunning landscapes to locals/friends/parents going about their day and all the other small details in between!

All you have to do is submit your photo, provide a title for it, write a short description of the photo you’re entering.

 

Please note that this contest is only open to photographers based in UE.

 

We have two more prizes:

1. The second place will be awarded with a 50% discount to use for one of our Discover projects!
2. The third place will be awarded with a photo book with all his/her best photos (selected by the winner).

 

The winners will be elected by a judge:

Weronika Kosińska [ www.weronikakosinska.com ]. 

Weronika Kosińska is one the most famous & important photographer in Poland and around Europe. Her work having been published in larger European publications such as Harper’s Bazaar Romania and Elléments Magazine. One of her shootings, made in her apartment and in the neighborhood, won fashion category in a big photo contest – Viva! Photo Awards 2013.

Since 2014 she has been creating hair beauty collections for Christophe Gaillet, the French ambassador of L’Oréal Professionnel Paris, and shooting for NIVEA.

“What single piece of advice would you give to amateur photographers to help them improve their results?”

Weronika: “Never give up! Do what you love and do it often. Invest and believe in yourself. Be patient.”

 

 

After the submission period closes the judge chooses her favourite images and the judge results will be announced on 20^th of August.

This contest is expert judged only with no rating by the crowd.

 

All the photos will be published in this page!

Author: Stavri C.  (Cyprus)

 

Author: Mary C. (Italy)

 

"A bench for two" to paraphrase the title of the famous movie "UNA POLTRONA PER DUE" . I took this photo one morning in January on Lake Pusiano, while I was walking and looking at this lonely bench in the winter landscape I imagined it was there alone waiting for someone sat on it to keep him company.

Author: Emanuela G. (Italy)

 

"At my birth, a fairy leaned over me and told me:
"Practice observing and thinking.
You do not escape the color of the sky, the fragility of a blade of grass,
the amazement of a look.
  Only in this way will you see in this world the other in transparency,
  like an invisible watermark inside a sheet of paper ". Fabrizio Caramagna