Uluç Özcü is one of my favorite photographers. A ginger sweet-heart. Passionate as hell about the Gezi,  photography  and music. He whines so sweetly over what he cares for. Having born on the same land, we speak the same language...
 Uluç Özcü is one of my favorite photographers. A ginger sweet-heart. Passionate as hell about the Gezi,  photography  and music. He whines so sweetly over what he cares for. Having born on the same land, we speak the same language...
 It was at Canlandıranlar Animators Festival that I came across Melis Bilgin’s animation, Tetrist. Remember Tetris, the phenomenal video game of the 90s, in which you are supposed to keep building blocks until there is no room left? Melis’...
CONFESSIONS OF A BLOGGER...Up until two months ago, I spent my life bragging about my being creative. The creativity inherent even in seemingly trivial things such as wrapping gifts or dressing the salad. I had a good eye for details, or for good bargains,...
What you see is a mist of gas, what I feel is a burn on my skin. With the rush of adrenalin, we all  would like to think we have a higher threshold for any mysterious substance sprayed on us, but in the end, we all start crying, coughing or vomiting....
   THE CREEPY VISION I HAD...Three weeks ago; I had a nightmare. We are in a post-apocalyptic city... Abandoned buildings, dead silence in deserted streets, no soul around. We find shelter in an old, empty plant... More people pour in. A friend...