VOUBS has started with a single idea for providing place for online contests, where different professionals would be able to advertise themselves and get rewards for their work, while entrepreneurs and companies from all over the world could benefit from designers, photographers, artists, copywriters and other individuals.
VOUBS now is a globally accessible online contest platform providing real-time contest management to professionals, entrepreneurs and companies across the world. Amassing a wealth of support from partners and investors in 2014, VOUBS has since become a global powerhouse of progression, featuring .bg and .com domains, over 100,000 registered users from 159 countries, hosting 275 contests with prizes totalling approximately 125,000 Euros and cultivating an unparalleled reputation of reliability.
Have you ever felt like you are a poet when seeing someone’s eyes? So inspiring and understanding eyes where you can see your own reflexion the way you want it to be see? Eyes that do not criticise you, that are warm and welcoming for you and mostly supportive.
Or have you ever admired the beauty of the cold eyes of a person who seems so heartless and yet you know he is obliged to be this way in order to take the tough decisions in life.
Last year the Brown Eyes of photographer Azim Khan Roonie (cover photo) won our contest. Maybe this year to win is turn to:
We are certain that regardless the colour, it is the soul that photographer should try to show on the picture - loving, aching, curious, etc..
So show us the most perfect picture you can make, share with us a soul that is mysterious and beautiful.
As we find that no further explanation of this beautiful contest topic is needed, we just want to share or remind an amazing Bulgarian poem by Peyo Yavorov.
Two beautiful eyes. The soul of a child
In two beautiful eyes – music, rays.
They don’t want and they don’t promise…
My soul is praying,
My soul is praying!
Passions and miseries
Will throw tomorrow upon them
The veil of shame and sin
Will not throw upon them
Passions and miseries.
My soul is praying…
They don’t want and don’t promise!
Two beautiful eyes. Music, rays.
In two beautiful eyes. The soul of a child...