Photoessay - The Same World In Different Shades.

There are moments in our lives (my life) when all the lights of the world seem to go out at once. And it’s... I stand, feeling my own palms clutching each-other. I am my own friend. I am the best friend I did not have. And it’s okay. We (I) don't have the burning desire of the sun anymore. I can be quiet, still, placid… We start observing ourselves. And suddenly my own body becomes much more interesting than it was way back during the light age. Darkness is minimalism. And minimalism is fine. For the world which has become so obsessed with possessions I choose to conquer my own state of unconditional being.

This is what I thought when I first came across the online magazine – Photoessay. It is bold, daring, and dauntless. Lead by Guram Muradov the magazine has established itself as a valiant attempt to reach to very special readers. Photoessay is not for everybody. But it is for the right people.

The magazine tells you a story. And the story’s not about you. So take out your head out of your arse, because it’s not a hat! And try to rediscover some things in the world you thought you already knew. Much like a film, stories float into the lines like the flattering continuation of photographs. They surround you. They fly in and out your confused mind and make you question that fickle image of the planet. And the world of Photoessay is vast!

So, hurry up, you (the latest edition of a fuck-up), leave your hat and the scarf, drop that single glove and get OUT! OUT! NOW! Out to actually see the streets and the people and the buildings and the walls and the spaces and trees and bridges and bugs and beetles. Observe them. You might even notice something for the first time in your life.

But don’t you dare forget the shades. Because through the mild lenses of Photoessay you’ll never see the same boring life. Be able to read the stories of average men and tired women, horny boys and shy girls.

You know what fascinates me? 2.20 – the price for nudity; Faces which have melted into environmental hungry non-being; portraits of people who actually do happen in my town; the dubious process of restructuring the skin I live in; minimal illustrations of lords and commons; starvation for explosions and painful realization that it all exists is my head. – I just told you a bit about the last issue of the Magazine. But, "we're all mad here". And perhaps, that's "why a raven is like a writing desk".

You want some more?

Go check it out. Photoessay.ge

You want me to tell it the way I tell?

But we’ve been here before. I won’t. Even though we both know perfectly well that I talk less than others. But short sentences I come up with are way more meaningful than endless bumbling of your fellow baboons.

But keep those dry Limoncellos coming. I get chatty in a company of charming Italians.