Photographers asked to take a photo of what they value the most

Photographers asked to take a photo of what they value the most

Fifty photographers from 20 countries were asked to take a photo of what they value the most in the world.

You can see a selection of them below, and the full list is here.

A beloved toy

This is a toy my mom got for winning a school competition when she was 15. It is my oldest toy, I can hardly hold it now because it's so very old, but I spent my childhood with him, and I love him very much. He is 37 years old and remains unnamed.

  • Biayna (Yerevan, Armenia)

A symbol of freedom

This is a picture of my passport, it is very valuable to me because it is a symbol of my freedom. I can go virtually anywhere with it, and without it I am trapped.

  • Whitney (Stone Mountain, United States)

A well-travelled camera

This is my favourite camera. My grandfather brought it over from the US in 1965.

  • Tanya (Herceg Novi, Montenegro)

Memories of my schooldays

This is my box of random knick-knacks from my schooldays: campaign flyers from student council elections, notes we passed etc. Among them is a small book all my teachers signed when I was graduating. Looking through this box takes me back to a time when my worries were limited to how well I’d do in the next test.

  • Amna (Karachi, Pakistan)

My brass knuckles

These brass knuckles were given to me by an old friend because I was robbed quite a few times when taking the subway late at night. Having these on me gives me confidence that I can do as much damage, if not more than my attacker. I’ve never actually used them on anyone, but it's good to know they’re with me if I ever need to defend myself.

  • Anonymous (Brooklyn, New York)

My goodbye drumstick

This is the only remaining drumstick in my possession from my last music gig in Belgrade. I threw the other one into the audience for good luck. I call it my last performance, goodbye stick.

  • Dejan (Belgrade, Serbia)

My grandfather’s coffee cup

This is the cup my grandfather used to drink his coffee from every morning. Now I do the same :)

  • Nikos (Patra, Greece)

My grandfather’s poems

This notebook belonged to my grandfather in the early 1960s. He used to write his own poetry and also wrote out other people's poems which he liked. Because I never got the chance to meet him, reading his poetry and just looking at his handwriting makes me feel close to him.

  • Hira (Karachi, Pakistan)

My grandmother's pin

I don't remember my grandmother very clearly, by the time I was old enough to remember her, she was very poorly, but I do remember playing in her boudoir every time we visited. This pin is one of the few things that I kept when she passed away. My grandmother and I share the same name.

  • Margarita (Nicosia, Cyprus)

My great-aunt's dolls

These dolls used to belong to my great-aunt who was a doll collector. Over the years they have moved from home to home throughout the family. They depict what our harvest festival was like and how our culture has changed.

  • Melissa (St Michael, Barbados)

My great-grandfather’s clock

This clock belonged to my great-grandfather, and I grew up with it in the house. I was fascinated by it as a child, as I saw my father wind it every morning. It doesn't work anymore, but I hold on to it because of that memory of my father.

Arshad (Karachi, Pakistan)

My hand-knitted mittens

These woollen mittens were knitted by my great-grandmother who was an exceptional and diligent woman, who worked hard all her life. These mittens are so special to me, as they keep me warm and I like to think that my great-grandmother is there, taking care of me, when I wear them.

Leva (Riga, Latvia)

My mother’s family photograph

This is my mother's family in 1934, Dehradun, India. She was the youngest of four siblings, she’s in the middle on the bottom row. She and her siblings were the generation that migrated from India to Pakistan when the country was born. They left their comfortable lives to start from scratch in order to ensure that we, their children, had a place we could call home. It is their sacrifices that have brought us where we are today.

Roohi (Karachi, Pakistan)

My son’s knitted slippers

My mother hand-knitted these slippers for my son. I hope these baby shoes will hold dear memories for him in the future, when he grows up and his grandparents pass away.

Vuk (Belgrade, Serbia)

My yoyo & life lesson

My grandfather made this for me. He told me: Little Froggy, I want you to remember that if you keep holding on to something you want to throw away from you, it will keep coming back. The only way to let go of something is to prevent yourself from pulling it close again.

Marina (Novi Sad, Serbia)

Our old Ocarina

The ocarina is a musical instrument. When we were children, my little brother and I learned to play it. We loved it. Our parents did not love it quite as much as we did.

Bistra (Plovdiv, Bulgaria)


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