Fotos von Adults | Lizenzfreie und hochauflösende Bilder herunterladen https://www.cizucu.com/de/explore/photos/adults de 2026-04-14T22:12:24+09:00 60 cizucu RSS Feed Generator © 2026 cizucu Inc. All rights reserved. de https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[#moment A moment when everyone — adults and children alike — can hold onto their childlike wonder and laugh endlessly. | seungcheol ha]]> https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/ZVfWKU5wz3QrHimnUau1 seungcheol ha https://www.cizucu.com/de/users/KTuexwVdx5UtaRbYKAnxvDL3AKk2 https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/ZVfWKU5wz3QrHimnUau1 Thu, 05 Mar 2026 14:08:17 GMT 2026-03-05T14:08:17+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/ZVfWKU5wz3QrHimnUau1.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Neon, pigment, and the unblinking eye of childhood. On this stretch of Tokyo stone, the ritual of the "maid" is laid bare—not as a fantasy, but as a trade. As one girl constructs a costume of necessity, another deciphers the alchemy of the adult world. Between the glow of the screen and the silence of the pram, the city’s true face is found in the space between those who are performing, those who are watching, and those who have already looked away. | Petratheactionsuperstar]]> https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/JpBL1xNfUyJEXEAjQECk Petratheactionsuperstar https://www.cizucu.com/de/users/cGhdI6z90hf12ObxDv2NMx2pUms2 https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/JpBL1xNfUyJEXEAjQECk Wed, 18 Mar 2026 04:11:12 GMT 2026-03-18T04:11:12+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/JpBL1xNfUyJEXEAjQECk.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[that day of play at the pool with 5 adults looking on. Nephew had no cousin to play with as his uncle (me) decided not to have any kids. A somewhat familiar sight in an aging society like Singapore. this was one of the few times he "dived" under as he was still building on his water confidence. Doing much better now! Photo was taken with a sports housing that was acquired due to the appeal of surfing photography - a genre that brings together my love for nature and sports at the same time. But never got to try to date. In the mean time, have always been looking for the opportunity to take half and half shots like these that capture moments in two separate worlds in the same frame. | nothatjon]]> https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/K5m8PKwVJqxEaB4ZWpBU nothatjon https://www.cizucu.com/de/nothatjon https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/K5m8PKwVJqxEaB4ZWpBU Thu, 19 Mar 2026 22:59:39 GMT 2026-03-19T22:59:39+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/K5m8PKwVJqxEaB4ZWpBU.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[This photo was taken on a scorching afternoon in Southern China, just days before I moved to London. I was walking to my grandparents' graves to say goodbye. It was my first time going there all by myself, and I felt like at that moment, I had truly become a mature adult. Along the way, I 'borrowed' a few lotus seed pods from a neighbor's pond to bring them a taste of summer. To me, memory is like these loofah vines: fragile and seasonal, yet stubbornly clinging to the sturdy trunk of home. Even now in London, the scent of the heat and the texture of those lotus seeds remain vivid—a living link to the roots I left behind. | hichubbypotato]]> https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/pIDW724HfD5EDuCOIaUm hichubbypotato https://www.cizucu.com/de/users/gZWO4xQetegER2Nxn1ToiXNuzrd2 https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/pIDW724HfD5EDuCOIaUm Sun, 05 Apr 2026 10:17:07 GMT 2026-04-05T10:17:07+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/pIDW724HfD5EDuCOIaUm.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Fanesca is an ongoing body of work about how people are shaped by place, history, and belief—and how they reshape them in return through image, dress, and ritual. Rooted in Ecuadorian folklore and contemporary fashion, it examines cultural identity, self-styling, and nostalgia under global influence, tracking how tradition adapts rather than disappears. The project takes its name from fanesca, an Easter dish that blends Indigenous practices with Spanish Catholic beliefs—an everyday metaphor for syncretism and survival. In its current chapter, La Santísima Tragedia, I focus on the Mama Negra celebration in Latacunga: a living fusion of Indigenous, Spanish, and African cultural lineages. The fiesta—also linked to the Virgen de la Merced—draws on a local vow to honour the figure credited with stopping Cotopaxi’s eruption in 1742. By photographing the ceremony through the language of fashion, portraiture, and performance, I trace how communities carry memory, negotiate power, and build collective resilience—where culture becomes a social infrastructure in the face of change. Fanesca has been featured by Vogue, Forbes, Metal Magazine, Lula Japan, among others. | Lucho Dávila]]> https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/cu3LZEeOyIJhneSTLWrR Lucho Dávila https://www.cizucu.com/de/users/6Ry0XZOxWTXAVeSJ3iXeswc8KoF3 https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/cu3LZEeOyIJhneSTLWrR Mon, 30 Mar 2026 21:51:53 GMT 2026-03-30T21:51:53+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/cu3LZEeOyIJhneSTLWrR.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[This photograph was taken during my journey through Liangshan. The day was bitterly cold, and the air was heavy with moisture. The cold did not feel like something that merely touched the skin—it felt as though it could pass through clothing and sink deep into the body. We crossed one frost-covered hill after another, and at the top of one of them, we came across a solitary house. There were no other people in sight for nearly a kilometer, yet inside lived a young brother and sister, both no older than about five. They told us that the adults had gone to the market to sell cattle and sheep, leaving the two of them at home alone. There was no light in the house, and the floor was rough, cold concrete. Even with boots on, I could feel my toes growing painfully numb, yet they walked barefoot across the frost-covered floor as if they had long since grown used to it. Their runny noses clung to the tips of their noses, drying and wetting again and again, becoming one of the most direct traces of that winter day. We asked them what they usually did at home, and they answered, quite naturally, that they liked biting thick pieces of cardboard for fun. As they spoke, they really did begin to bite into it. In that moment, I felt a quiet sadness. But then a beam of sunlight fell across the child’s face, and he burst into laughter, as if the harshness around him had not managed to define him. At that instant, I realized that what I was seeing was no longer just poverty or cold, but something far stronger—the resilience of life itself. This photograph is important to me not because it documents hardship in a remote place, but because it reminds me that even in the most unforgiving environments, people can still hold on to joy, vitality, and light. What I felt that day was not simply sympathy, nor the shock of an outsider looking in, but a deep sense of respect. To me, this photograph is not about suffering. It is about resilience. It is not about deprivation, but about the light that remains, even within it. | 熊寶]]> https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40 熊寶 https://www.cizucu.com/de/users/zdddXarNsJdBtAS3ArljH0VHCDA2 https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40 Tue, 14 Apr 2026 12:44:16 GMT 2026-04-14T12:44:16+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40.jpg?auto=compress,format