Argiris Bothos

‘Over the years, I’ve developed a personal visual language rooted in reflection, motion, and emotion, aiming to blur the line between realism and dreams.
—Argiris Bothos’

ARGIRIS BOTHOS IS A FINE ART STREET PHOTOGRAPHER BASED IN ATHENS, GREECE

HIS WORK EXPLORES THE DIALOGUE BETWEEN LIGHT, SILENCE AND URBAN FORM —TRANSFORMING THE ORDINARY INTO ABSTRACT NARRATIVES.

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Represented by Galeria Azur (Berlin) https://galeriaazur.art/us/

Follow Along

Night folds into color,
and everything becomes a signal.
Shadows, screens, and silent witnesses.

Can you feel the space between the lights?

I am here, I am there, I am everywhere. What am I?
Answer with a single word 👀

Primary Summer 🎨

A season of reflections, streets, and small encounters.
Which “moment” feels most like your summer?

Paris by day begins here: at the door, at the light, at a table for one.

Taken during my last time in Paris — November 2024.
Let me know if you have a favorite

Riding The Mundane Train
Destination: Unknown

Everyday faces, passing places.
This is what it looks like when nothing happens — and yet, something always does.

Blue, like the sky.
Brown, like the earth.

Exactly like Greece is.

These two collections came from opposite moods—
but they live in the same rhythm.

I didn’t plan them. They just happened.

Stillness. Energy.
Light hitting the street j

Some things break to reveal more.
A visual note collection from Milan, print drop coming soon.

Comment “VISUAL” and I’ll DM you the link to join the early access list for upcoming print releases.

Would you be interested if I relea

These aren’t just colors.
They’re pieces of days I couldn’t explain—only frame.

What’s your preference (1 to 5)? And what’s the color of your current mood today? Let me know in the comments.

The silence bloomed, and light answered with color.

Can you feel the silence?

Written in chrome, light bending around curves, memories stitched into leather. 🏁

Where No One Stands (WNOS)

He was never meant to be noticed. A presence felt in passing, a moment between moments. You catch something—an absence where someone should be, a shift in the air, a trace left behind. But look again, and it’s

Got 99% Propaganda, But This Newspaper Ain’t One

A scene unfolds: Magnifying moments of subtle propaganda—What’s seen 🔍, what’s hidden 🗞️, and what’s amplified 👁️.

Captured at the end of a long walk through the city

Converging Pulse

In the heart of the city, where the night breathes with a thousand lights, everything converges. She stands at the center, where the pulse of the streets, the hum of neon, and the whisper of thoughts merge into one. Here, amidst the

“Layers of Cobalt Blue”

A rain-soaked night on a dimly lit bus. The glow of my phone, the only light. Outside, the city blurs into layers of raindrops and neon lights. Through the foggy window, I see her silhouette, head resting on her h