Dimitri Mellos was born in Athens, Greece. Since 2005 he has lived in New York City. Dimitri is a largely self-taught photographer, and mainly works on long-term, self-initiated projects. Dimitri's work has been exhibited in New York, Miami, San Francisco, London, Berlin, Athens, Barcelona, and elsewhere, and is in private collections in Europe, Asia, and the United States. He has received multiple awards for his work, including first place in the PX3 Awards, the IPA awards, and WPGA Pollux Awards, and the 1st prize in the Fine art e-book category at the Fotoweek DC contest. Dimitri has also been a finalist for the Fotovisura Grant and the Magnum Expression Award, and three times a Finalist for the Renaissance Photography Prize. More recently, Dimitri was honored as a Juror’s Pick at the 2016 Magnum Photography Awards.
I Speak of the City (2009-present)
Archival Pigment prints on Ilford Galerie Prestige fibre based, baryta paper.
43cm x 57cm (edition of 10 + 2AP)
61cm x 91cm (edition of 5 + 1AP)
“I speak of the city, shepherd of the centuries, mother that gives birth to us and devours us, that creates us and forgets.” – Octavio Paz
“We don’t need to see anything out of the ordinary. We already see so much.” – Robert Walser
I walk the streets of New York City and photograph strangers. The scope of my photos is narrow and mundane, like the lives they depict – like the lives of most of us. But I seek glimpses of transcendence in the evanescent and the quotidian: in fleeting gestures and glances, in transitory moments of connection in the urban flow, in the ephemeral dance of light and shadow and human presence. More than anything, what moves me is capturing the infinitesimal outward signs of an inner emotional life, the interiority of people even in the midst of the most public of spaces.
My photographs are relics of a momentary merging of photographer and environment, self and other. The city brings us together, the city prizes us apart. Immersing myself in the flow of the life of the city, I feel the boundaries of myself momentarily become fluid, permeable. I abandon myself to the flow. The ensuing photographs are as much portraits of the people they depict, as they are portraits of a moment of being, a brief but charged crossing of lives. They are my feeble protest against the city’s forgetfulness.