honorable mention
josip miskovic italyPhoto © Josip Miskovic
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Italy
But this car lacks the plate and the dashboard is damaged. As if the dream that it embodied had suddenly broken and what is left of it is the face, almost frightened, of a car with a humanoid physiognomy. And with the sixteenth century, the working class that produced the cars at Fiat and set them down on Sunday was over, because the idea of emancipation broke up with the proletarians pursuing their secular struggle. Now what remains of it is merely a memory, a memory of that time in which it was still believed that the poor could have likened to the rich and, as a hard-to-digest, the carcass of that white car occupied the foreground of the image, that leaves no room for any kind of a background.
The rich is the person without a duty to sacrifice his own comfort, and deprive of the dignity the work of the poor, which is in reality the only true motor of the well-being of the rich. A well-being, however, does not really belong to those who produce it, but to those who exploit it. And this is the tragic and elegant essence in the portrait of this car, century that contains the entire history of an country.
I am Painter and self-taught freelance photographer interested in experimentation in various fields of Art, I mostly work with photography and painting.
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entry description
Fiat 500, symbol of well-being finally arrived. The symbol of Italy growing, the middle class is born, even workers can finally afford to have a car, spend a Sunday at the sea with their family, wearing the white shirt, reserved for the holiday day.But this car lacks the plate and the dashboard is damaged. As if the dream that it embodied had suddenly broken and what is left of it is the face, almost frightened, of a car with a humanoid physiognomy. And with the sixteenth century, the working class that produced the cars at Fiat and set them down on Sunday was over, because the idea of emancipation broke up with the proletarians pursuing their secular struggle. Now what remains of it is merely a memory, a memory of that time in which it was still believed that the poor could have likened to the rich and, as a hard-to-digest, the carcass of that white car occupied the foreground of the image, that leaves no room for any kind of a background.
The rich is the person without a duty to sacrifice his own comfort, and deprive of the dignity the work of the poor, which is in reality the only true motor of the well-being of the rich. A well-being, however, does not really belong to those who produce it, but to those who exploit it. And this is the tragic and elegant essence in the portrait of this car, century that contains the entire history of an country.
about the photographer
I was born in 1982 in Bosnia and in 2014 I moved to Italy - to Tuscany, specifically - where I still live.I am Painter and self-taught freelance photographer interested in experimentation in various fields of Art, I mostly work with photography and painting.
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