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An Italian freelance photographer won the top prize in the World Press Photo competition Friday with an image of a woman shouting her protest at the results of the Iranian presidential election from a Tehran rooftop at dusk.



The photo was shown by Italian RAI television and published in Loop magazine.

• World Press Photo 2010 winners gallery

The conclusion of the jury:

Jury chair Ayperi Karabuda Ecer said: "The photo shows the beginning of something, the beginning of a huge story. It adds perspectives to news. It touches you both visually and emotionally, and my heart went out to it immediately."

Fellow juror Guy Tillim commented: "The difficulty in photographing conflict situations is one of portraying the parallel lives involved, of people going on with their lives. This picture has made a very good attempt at marrying these two elements, in giving the conflict a context - and that is a holy grail of photography. The photographer does it with a very beautiful image of an Iranian landscape, which would be worth looking at in itself. But it also arouses our curiosity about the woman shouting - incorporating this moment, the importance of this historical event. It represents a very honest and successful attempt at taking forward our vocabulary of showing things."

Juror Kate Edwards said: "The photo has a powerful sense of atmosphere, tension, fear - but also of quietness and calm, and in this sense was a challenge as a choice. We were looking for an image that drew you in, took you deeper, made you think more - not just about showing what we already know, but something that asks more of us."

• photographer Pietro Masturzo

Parasti izturos ar skepsi pret tehniskajām manipulācijām fotogrāfijā, bet šis ir izņēmuma gadījums.

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Karczeby. In one of the dialects spoken in the east of Poland, which is a mixture of Polish and Belorussian, people strongly attached to the soil they had been cultivating for generetations were called Karczebs. With their bare hands Karczebs cleared forests in order to grow crops. The word Karczeb was also used to describe what remains after a tree is cut down - a trunk with roots, which remains stuck in the ground. This also applied to people it was not easy for the authorities to root them out from their land, even in the Stalinism times. The price they paid for their attachment to their soil was often their freedom or life. After death, burried nearby their farmland, a Karczeb himself became the soil, later cultivated by his descendants.




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(c) Andrejs Strokins

(c) Andrejs Strokins/F64

These photographs of albatross chicks were made just a few weeks ago on Midway Atoll, a tiny stretch of sand and coral near the middle of the North Pacific. The nesting babies are fed bellies-full of plastic by their parents, who soar out over the vast polluted ocean collecting what looks to them like food to bring back to their young. On this diet of human trash, every year tens of thousands of albatross chicks die on Midway from starvation, toxicity, and choking.

To document this phenomenon as faithfully as possible, not a single piece of plastic in any of these photographs was moved, placed, manipulated, arranged, or altered in any way. These images depict the actual stomach contents of baby birds in one of the world's most remote marine sanctuaries, more than 2000 miles from the nearest continent.


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Kristaps Ģelzis pirms izstādes “Varbūt ( Maybe)” atklāšanas.

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Giant Sesame Bagel Admiring Its Own Beauty (2009)



Giant Sesame Bagel Working On A Photograph Of Itself Sitting In A Car. (2009)

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Izstādes kurators Juris Petraškēvics dienu pirms atklāšanas.

 
"Развлечения - это эскапизм, побег от повседневности. Ночная жизнь - побег от дневной, к этому стремится огромная часть жителей крупных городов. Это сказка, в которую очень многие хотят попасть, и нынешнее молодое городское поколение, люди "около 20", живет этой сказкой настолько, что она становится повседневностью.
Тонкая грань между безумием и комфортом в темном помещении, полном разных людей и сигаретного дыма - это атмосфера, за которой люди ходят в ночные клубы. Кто-то приходит, чтобы со всеми просто увидеться и спросить как дела, кто-то приходит один и уходит в паре, другие просто стоят и молча курят под тяжелый грохот музыки. Но, как и любой эскапизм, эта сказка - обман. Люди ищут сказку, а находят пустоту."

     
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