miércoles, 24 de diciembre de 2008

Noche Buena "exprés"

Esta ha sido la noche buena en la que la montaña fue a casa de la abuela con el Pick-nick, por no estar ella en condiciones de hacer el camino hasta la montaña. Fue expeditiva como poco, llegamos a las 19hrs y a las 20:30 ya nos quiso despachar. Ya se de donde me viene mi desbordante espíritu navideño... Gracias a una foto conseguimos prolongar la invitación.






domingo, 21 de diciembre de 2008

Paris 1994

París, verano del 94: 62 rollos de Tri-X son unas 2200 fotos, he escaneado 96, y de aquí necesito dejarlo en 25 (un par arriba o abajo).... 14 años mas tarde no parece ser distancia suficiente para hacerlo con clinica frialdad. Menuda bronca me echaría Winongrand!!

¿Cual?


viernes, 5 de diciembre de 2008

lunes, 1 de diciembre de 2008

Ultimas horas en Santiago...

sibarita.

(Del lat. Sybarīta, y este del gr. συβαρίτης, de Σύβαρις, Síbaris, ciudad del golfo de Tarento, en Italia, célebre por la riqueza y el refinamiento de sus habitantes).


1. adj. Dicho de una persona: Que se trata con mucho regalo y refinamiento.

sábado, 29 de noviembre de 2008

The Taj


The Taj hotel in mumbai, one year ago....

jueves, 27 de noviembre de 2008

miércoles, 26 de noviembre de 2008

Reconciliación

Hoy me he reconciliado con Santiago de Chile. Sigue siendo la misma ciudad fantástica que la ultima vez, pero esta vez siento que la voy pillando el ritmo.





martes, 25 de noviembre de 2008

Barajas otra vez...

Barajas otra vez, otro viaje, otros sitios que conocer, otros locos cuando te bajas del avion....

viernes, 21 de noviembre de 2008

Photo-anxiety


Friday night, all is quiet and still at home, my mind already flies to my next destination, Santiago de Chile, my body flies on Monday night. My expectations of myself are high, last tripp the photos were disapointing, I only have one I like...

Cliche

For the first time I set foot on Africa yesterday. Tunis to be exact, it was brief to say the least. A quick trip from a cruise ship (my set and home for the last couple of days), to the airport. In this brief stint all the cliches I had known about Africa and the arab world came to life.

Having made it through the ordeal of being allowed off the ship I found myself following my passport in the hands of a fast walking, even faster talking driver, with 50€ tucked inside it´s pages, jumping a fence with my luggage, hopping into a dusty cab and heading to the ports huge and deserted Customs & Immigration hall to be held up for half an hour whilst the on duty officer finished his tea and cigarette with his colleagues. Then off to another door and another bureaucratic requirement, did i have the right colored stamp in my passport? and finally into the streets of Tunisia. The radio full blast, the driver constantly on his cell phone, over taking cars left and right, and eventually to a 70´s style airport half deserted if it were not for the omnipresent photos of the nations president.

Of my roughly 60min around Tunisia the one thing I really didn´t expect to se were four huge bowling alleys on the way to the airport.

To round off my evening the plane was over two hours late, why did this not surprise me... But at least the floor no longer swayed under my feet, and I was no longer being knocked around the "feeding hall" by Korean tourists trying to grab the last strips of the bacon.


Upon disembarking, Tunis offered many transport options. Unfortunately the desired one was no were to be found....

jueves, 13 de noviembre de 2008

Carpe diem!

Hay días que prometen mucho y luego decepcionan.... Al final solo tengo los pies cansados y esto:

domingo, 2 de noviembre de 2008

Sunday

Sunday, up early (why?), not much picture taking, but a big day editing. Just as important I guess? Sundays are not the best of days to bring up a camera to your face and point it at perfect stranger in the street. When people are late for work they seem to notice you less, or at least not mind....

jueves, 30 de octubre de 2008

Hablar idiomas

Mi Rumano mejora a marchas forzadas, eso si, hay cosas que son un lenguaje universal....

lunes, 27 de octubre de 2008

Speeding Tickets

Today I´ve realized I´m amassing a collection of photos of homeless people. There are plenty of them here in Bucharest, but it would hardly make a fair portrait of the life, the energy and the bustle of the streets here. Since making this observation with myself and with the aid of a soothing cup of tea, I started to ponder on just how objective photography is really....

On an elemental level photography is as objective a medium as you can find, maybe only surpassed by a xerox copy. Yet the moment the camera is in front of the photographers eye it becomes totally subjective, thus it could be said the only truly objective "street photo" are those taken by traffic radar cameras.




Madrugar, o no...

Es reconfortante ver que por no madrugar uno no tiene por que haber perdido la oportunidad de tener una mañana provechosa.





Es reconfortante ver que por no madrugar uno no tiene por que haber perdido la oportunidad de tener un día provechoso.

sábado, 25 de octubre de 2008

El tamaño importa.

Por cierto, si pinchas en la foto, Tachan! se ve mas grande...

Make believe

Bruce Guilden once wrote that "if you can smell the street by looking at the photo, then it´s a street photograph". To me they always seem to smell of fixer, even the digital ones, it´s just deep in my mind that way. Now if the photo was taken on the back lot street of a film studio, is it a street photo? regardless of the scent....

viernes, 24 de octubre de 2008

Time just flies...

Not much time for photos today, but I´m not sure what else I´ve done... Some days, time just seems to slip away like sand between your fingers....


jueves, 23 de octubre de 2008

Teo


Some 5 years ago, this was the first face i saw here in Bucharest, just of the plane. Since then he has been my regular driver, guide, fixer & minder, all of this with an English as good as my Romanian, basically zipp. Recently he´s been promoted; now he drives the kids of Castle Films owner, Mr. Paunescu, to school. I must point out though, he never picked me up in this outfit, nor in the extravagant limo he´s driving today for the shoot. Had he tried I would have fled to the first dusty Dacia in sight.

martes, 21 de octubre de 2008

Madrugar tiene sus ventajas....

Camino del trabajo....


Camino de vuelta al hotel....

lunes, 20 de octubre de 2008


It´s amazing what a casual finger print on the back of a lens can do for you....

domingo, 19 de octubre de 2008

I walk...

I walk, I shoot, and when my feet hurt I stop for tea.... Today my feet hurt in Bucharest, and they only confirm the sad fact that it´s impossible to get a good cup of tea outside of ones own home, or outside the British isles.