Diego Ferrer, 30

Six forty in the Gothic Quarter. The street cleaners are still out and the only light comes down in narrow strips between the buildings. I wait for a man to cross the frame, then wait again for him to leave it. Two exposures. Then coffee, standing up, before the shops open.译六点四十的哥特区。清洁工还没收工，光从楼与楼之间窄窄地漏下来。我等一个人走进画面，又等他走出去。两次快门。然后在店铺开门前站着喝掉一杯咖啡。

Alban MousaviMaria Fernanda QuispePaloi SrisukFranziska GruberEmma Carter

The forest at Montseny does not photograph well in summer; it is too full of itself. November is better. Fog holds the beech trunks at different distances and the whole thing turns into layers. I walked four hours for six frames, and three of them are the same tree.译蒙特塞尼的森林在夏天不好拍，它太满了。十一月才是对的。雾把山毛榉的树干推到不同的距离上，整片林子变成一层一层的。走了四个小时，六个画面，其中三张是同一棵树。

Desislava PetkovaKim MinjunPriya NairAlben KelmendiNaledi Morake

Bar in Gràcia after the match. Nobody agrees with the referee, the television is too loud, someone is telling a story with both hands. I had the camera on the table but I was too slow, or too polite. The best frame stayed in the room.译球赛之后的格拉西亚酒吧。没有人同意裁判的判罚，电视太响，有人用两只手比划着讲一件事。相机就在桌上，可我慢了，或者太客气了。最好的那个画面留在了房间里。

Farid KarimiYassine BelkacemBojan PetrovicIsabella Moretti

Barceloneta in January belongs to nobody. The light is low and clean and the sand is grey. Two swimmers go in anyway, shouting at each other in a way that sounds like an argument and is not. I took three frames, then put the camera away and stood there.译一月的巴塞罗内塔谁也不属于。光很低，很干净，沙子是灰的。两个游泳的人还是下了水，互相喊话，听着像吵架，其实不是。我拍了三张，然后把相机收起来，就那样站着。

Alban MousaviSato SakuraLazar Stankovic

I wore the burgundy hoodie for eleven days straight in the darkroom. It smells of fixer now. A friend says it is a bad habit, but the red is the only warm thing in a room that is otherwise grey, and in winter I need to look up from the trays and see something burning.译那件酒红连帽卫衣我在暗房里连穿了十一天，现在全是定影液的味道。朋友说是坏习惯。可那间屋子除此之外全是灰的，红是唯一暖的东西。冬天我需要从显影盘上抬起头，看见一点还在烧的颜色。

林雪梨Anush HakobyanLuc BelangerNaledi Morake

Spent the evening cutting contact sheets into strips and pinning them to the wall. Twenty-eight pictures from the last month, and the one I keep coming back to was an accident: a hand, a cigarette, half a face. The good ones rarely announce themselves at the shutter.译整晚在把印样剪成条，钉到墙上。上个月一共二十八张，我反复回头看的那张是撞上的：一只手，一支烟，半张脸。好的照片很少在按快门那一刻自我介绍。

Maksim SkakunEmma CarterIsabella Moretti

Sunday football in a park in Sants. I play badly and I photograph worse; the two do not mix, I have tried. Afterwards we sit on the grass and someone produces oranges. I take one picture of the peels and the shoes. That is the whole record.译周日在桑茨的公园踢球。我踢得不好，拍得更不好，这两件事混不到一起，我试过。散场以后我们坐在草地上，有人掏出橘子。我只拍了一张，橘子皮和球鞋。整个上午就这些记录。

Anton SkakunSophie van de VeldeFranziska GruberJordi Casals

Took the early train north with the cream cardigan under my jacket, the one with the loose knit at the cuff. The light in the carriage rose slowly from grey to pale gold and nobody looked up. I photographed the window, not the people. Still not sure that was right.译坐早班车往北，外套里面是那件奶白色的粗针织开衫，袖口已经松了。车厢里的光从灰慢慢升到淡金，没有人抬头。我拍的是窗，不是人。到现在也不确定这样对不对。

Desislava PetkovaLuc BelangerMehmet Ali Yurt