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It was always the same dream, the one that left nothing but emptiness when I woke up.

Did a part of me never wake up, or was it swallowed by something I can't name? by @notagramgram

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Kyoto, the way I remember. by @notagramgram

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9 days ago

[悲]

Life moves so quickly, our hearts barely have the time to catch up.

And here we are.. always looking into distance, wondering what to keep when nothing stays the same. by @notagramgram

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16 days ago

Sometimes, my brain has questionable spatial planning and even worse visual cohesion. by @notagramgram

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22 days ago

Time Capsule: Regression of the Familiar

A once glamorous town turned ghostly.
Oh... what would these ruins say if they could speak? by @notagramgram

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23 days ago

On the Other Side of the Mirror.

The first time I saw Nina's work, I felt deeply drawn to it.

There was something strangely familiar in the way she looked at the world, as if her photographs were reflecting a part of me I hadn't yet learned to see.

She has her own way of turning the city inside out, looking past its familiar surfaces and finding another world underneath, one that feels unmistakably hers.

Her work speaks in a language I recognize while still leaving room for me to see it differently.

In this endless sea of photographs, it feels rare to stumble upon work you connect with enough to linger over.

Maybe that's what brought us together in this collab, to find each other on opposite sides of the mirror and discover a little more of ourselves along the way.

Caption by Fiona.
Curated by Nina. taken in Around The World by @notagramgram

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From us, with love.
From ordinary waste to cosmic wonder.

Ever heard of the saying, "One man's trash is another man's treasure?" We suppose thats exactly how we feel about this set of photographs.

Who decided what deserved to be beautiful in the first place, anyway?

With this collab, we invite you to slow dance with us through a world of drainage, discarded things, and all the strange little wonders we tend to walk past. A journey through a world that begs us to look a little closer at what lies beneath our feet, only to find something that makes us look up and wonder.

A little trash. A little magic. A whole lot of universe.

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@shotfromdece
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At first, I thought this was a painting.
But it turns out I was looking at someone through glass.
And what interested me wasn't really the person, but what was happening behind the glass.

The colors behind it are broken up and mixed together, until their original forms are almost impossible to recognize.
I also really like the contrast. The background is incredibly busy, while the person is almost completely dark.
So even though we can't really see the person, they become the anchor that somehow gives all that chaos in the background a place.

Maybe that's also why it feels like I'm looking at a memory that's slowly fading.
The photo I just read was created by my friend, Fiona Gozali.

Thank you for allowing me to share my perspective.
If you're curious about her other work, you can find it on Instagram at @notagramgram. by @notagramgram

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Letting the world enchant me, once again. by @notagramgram

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nothing stays as it is. by @notagramgram

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2 months ago

"Do we see the reflections or do they reveal something about us?"

the world reflects.
we pause.
and somewhere in between,
we begin to dream.

The same world, seen three ways.
by theyappenings

@kjalialy @via.rna @notagramgram by @notagramgram

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"We dream of flight before we learn what can keep us from it."

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As a child, I dreamt of the vast sky and everything it seemed to promise. Only with time did I realize that what I once thought was flight was really a longing for freedom.

Somewhere along the way, I began to notice the threads that kept me from flying. Or maybe, freedom was never free to begin with. by @notagramgram

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