A week before embarking to Cuba, the news seemed to take the world by great surprise of how their 55 years of socialism was to meet a new phase. To have a ticket to this special country back then was of enormous value; a country in front of a lot change in the coming years.
You would think most travellers would be all the more aware of the timeliness of the place as such; photographically a great discovery to pursue interpretations of this, in the mood and interesections the eye could meet.
I’m gonna start with a single frame for this, as I am still awaiting a wider pool of film to get ready.
With some very direct references to Burial, you’d wonder who these guys are. Very little info on them, but there are some sectioned compilations here that are some interesting finds worth sharing.
poetic Tycho roadtrip material. beautiful vocals, amazing kickoff.
The late 2014 is far too short of light to continue much photography around London, so instead here comes a throwback from Milan 4 years ago. A few of these would happen in the name of the Icelandic Volcanic Chao of that time, which allowed me to hang around for a little while longer and play with Italia’s light. I remember well there was a Stanley Kubrick photo exhibition then, which really influenced my stance on the practice. The frames are scattered, but are a few of the ones standing out in some way.
Al chiaroscuro as you would.. If every student could be offered such an environment we’d live in a much more developed reality.
While dining, this trio fully caught our attention. I started with the 35mm, until i couraged up to go beyond the bar counter and use the hasselblad as it was too special.
Come to think that inception came out some 3 months later.
So if you can be surprised about the reptile being the flatmate, so would have the partner to keep him – also in a very dark room I remember.
DJ Set after Roisin Murphy was complete.. or maybe she was still on. It didn’t matter – the music was putting everyone in a sweet dance mood.
At the end of a Roisin Murphy gig, somewhere in North Milan. It was around 3-4 in the morning, think he was just trying to stay steady. It was the last frame I remember from this night.
I can’t help but going for the occasional strolls with my camera. As a start, North East London as its own visual entity catches me with its brushes of motion & contrast. Cold and in a rush | Anticipating a big night | Present but yet so far away | Vigilant and too careful | Letting go | Obsessive hedonism | Experimenting with your lifestyle | Finding a proper home | Following the family root | These are just a few of the feelings I feel are going on around me as I walk up the local streets. Everyone is on their way to something and you might never see them again, yet what you see and how you see it will frame your point of view of that moment.
There is the story of what banksy is doing, when he does his work. The notion of street is so intrinsically about mirroring the everyday – the way he would do it is all in the secretive manner, for otherwise it doesn’t really work. I think of his work and how it ties in a proper analogy with photography. As an ideal and someone who really sets people’s mind to question bigger issues I really look up to the artist. Onto that, you never know who you are crossing in the street and the idea to cross paths with Banksy is something on its own.
This is not to say I associate this image with Banksy – but more so about the general approach about street photography. It’s an interaction in the space the message makes sense for, it’s entirely attached to the reality as it is a straight view onto a part of it. If it is true is another story, it’s isolation puts it onto all forms of interpretation.
I had been walking up towards Stoke Newington, aware that light was cutting short and I had a daylight color film on. Scenes of contrast set the canvas, and I was onto my last frame. A group of fashionistas were crossing my way and I attempted to make conversation around a frame, of which they didn’t seem quite ready about – which is cool, this happens. Now this set for still having the last ektar moment, for I was right upon the grand mystique just then. The little that was left of daylight, the direction this infers to the dark in the photography I tried to get as close as I could. I think later this set a theme that I am working on over this autumn and winter.
I’m torn between still and moving image, somehow still feels like a storyboard figuring out what it all means when put together.
The tracks go as following..