CALL FOR STORIES

Your story could inspire a new image


"BECAUSE EVERY STORY DESERVES A FRAME"


Has something frightening, exciting, or funny happened to you as an immigrant in New York City?

Your experience could become part of a visual story — captured, staged, or reimagined.


HOW TO PARTICIPATE

1. Share your story

Describe a real moment — a memory, an encounter, or a feeling that only New York could create.

Frightening, thrilling, absurd, or tender — all stories are welcome.

2. Send your submission

Email your story to infomgphotos@gmail.com

Use the subject line: “Untold Story”

3. See it transformed

Every story deserves a frame.

Selected messages will be developed into photographed scenes — interpreted through image and light, truth and imagination.

4. Step into your story

New York residents can appear as the protagonists of their own experiences,

or invite friends, actors, or strangers to embody the moment.


Because every immigrant carries a story that deserves to be seen!



Pandemic-era. A delivery worker, wrapped head to toe: The Beekeeper

Photo 1. “The Sound of My Own Heart”

A dim corridor stretches into darkness. The silence is too loud. The silence is too loud. I can hear my heart.

Photo 2. “No Turning Back”

A wider shot. The hallway seems infinite. Doors on either side — all shut, all identical. A man in an overall approaches. 

Photo 3. From the darkness ahead, a man fully covered, face veiled, moving slowly toward the camera.

His gloved hands carry something.

Photo 4 For a second, our paths nearly cross.

Behind that veil — a flicker of hate. Or fear. He looks like a beekeeper, wearing a shield and a mask.

Photo 5. The beekeeper looks at me.

Time stops. The air trembles.

Our paths cross, and the world blurs.


The Beekeeper performed by Wenhuo H.

New York, N.Y.

 

“The Sound of My Own Heart”
A dim corridor stretches into darkness. The silence is too loud.  The silence is too loud. I can hear my heart.
“No Turning Back”
A wider shot. The hallway seems infinite. Doors on either side — all shut, all identical. A man in an overall approaches.
From the darkness ahead, a man fully covered, face veiled, moving slowly toward the camera.
His gloved hands carry something.
For a second, our paths nearly cross.
Behind that veil — a flicker of hate. Or fear. He looks like a beekeeper, wearing a shield and a mask.
The beekeeper looks at me. The moment hangs — one frame, infinite tension.
My vision blurs as we crosses our paths in the hallway.

This is mine


Going to the grocery shop during the pandemic was a nightmare. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. The supermarket aisle stretched, blurred at the edges, like the world had lost focus.

Everyone wore masks— faces hidden, expressions sealed. There was a tall man shopping groceries, as I approached he grabbed quickly a box with some frozen fruits in it. I stopped and looked at him. He didn't move he just stared at me and said "This is mine".


The man with googles, black mask and gloves in the pandemic-era performed by Evgeny N.

New York N.Y

A fall


This is a reenactment that happened to a professional, independent, and empowered woman who had just been promoted and relocated to New York...


Have you ever fallen down in NY?



New York is a city always in a hurry, yet there’s always someone willing to help.

One day, she fell on the subway stairs. Two kind strangers who witnessed the incident approached:

"-Who can we call to come and help?-"

At that moment, she realized there was no one to call. The pain from falling on the subway stairs didn’t hurt as much as the ache of realizing she was completely alone — she had immigrated to New York by herself for work.


Professional woman, white young woman with long hair, man in a scarf performed by:

Mitzy M. Tini C. and Jesús R.



Getting home

At the grocery store

Learning English


Distrusted


The most desirable item

Christmas on the street