Sam Youkilis' immediate and generous indexing of everyday life spans space and time in his debut monograph, a 528-page typology of human experience. Over the past six years, Sam Youkilis has built a continuous archive of photographic works through his phone. Working instinctively, Youkilis' short, engaging videos collect universal themes of human experience, using the casual language of the cameraphone to evoke something profound, anthropological, complete and yet incomplete. Youkilis' work stems from an attitude, a way o

FUAM Dummy Book Award 2018, Istambul Photobook Festival Valentina Piccinni and Jean-Marc Caimi went in search of their own vision of the metropolis – culminating in a forceful, cryptic and mysterious portrait of their adopted hometown. Having previously explored the Italian city of Naples for their photo book Forcella, Valentina Piccinni and Jean-Marc Caimi have now focused their attention on the country’s famous capital. Characterised by a neorealist approach the duo’s black and whi

When we look at a photograph are we sure of what we see or is it not possible to doubt the veracity of the document? Joan Fontcuberta has long been concerned with inoculating, with her images and her installations, the doubt of reality, of safety in perception and vision. The projects presented in this book - Sputnik, Constellations, Emogrammes, Fauna, Herbarium and others - are real small, amusing treatises on the "pedagogy of doubt". With fine and impertinent hum

Sancta Ratio Chaotica! L’ora felice in La maggiore is part of the larger body of work Photo Trouvée: la parola all’immagine, which began in 2015, in collaboration with Micamera_Milano, presented at the Pac-Padiglone of contemporary art in Milan in 2016 in a series of meetings dedicated to archive fever. From 2019 it finds periodic return in the Cinema Beltrade in Milan, in dialogue with the independent film festival Indocili, dedicated to young Italian

Every living thing emits photon streams. However, there are tiny ones for which light - released by a chemical, luciferin - is a wedding parade, a dance of love. A cluster of five thousand fireflies barely produces the glow of a candle. Yet that fragile grace, that phosphorescent vaulting that dot the dark lent itself to apocalyptic considerations. "I would give the whole Montedison for a firefly," wrote Pasolini in 1975. An ancient fascination, his, which dated back to the war years, when