Tuesday, 31 May 2011
Monday, 30 May 2011
Sunday, 29 May 2011
Saturday, 28 May 2011
with the title Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. Because his was special. And mine is special (even though it does not receive the TLC his did - I am more a believer in the let it grow wild and offer TLC only when really necessary).
And the play? Well, it was more of a recital really. With a bit of music. Most of it providing a sound background. And a short lecture in art history. And some rough edges. And a text that did not really pull all of it together. All it needs is a bit of TLC. Just like Little Prince's rose...
Friday, 27 May 2011
Thursday, 26 May 2011
...we did get to photo Moby. We just had to sign a piece of paper stating where the photos will be published and promise we will not turn our photos of him into merchandise from which we would make money. And as I don't (as a rule) make money from my photos, this will not be hard to achieve I reckon'...
Here is the photo from the concert. It is not my favourite one... you know what my favourite ones look by now (and there is a really good one like that, but I haven't really had the time to go through the photos yet, I just quickly checked the ones I remembered already from the concert that they were good)... but I chose this one because it has a certain alien feel (sort of mothership has landed and we are here to take you home) and because he is staring me right in the face... You know, it is photographer vs photographer :)
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
it always is
some believe they have caught it
some believe they have dodged it
some believe it will save them
others believe it will kill them
some believe it is the cradle of all joy
some believe it is the root of all pain
some believe it is as powerful as the sun
others believe it is as dark as a black hole
some hope they will find it drinking whisky in a dark bar downtown
some hope they will find it spending their hard earned money in a mall uptown
some hope they will find it sweating alcohol on the dance floor
others hope they can curl up and hide from it in the deep deep blue
some hope they will find it walking their cute dog in the park
some hope they will find it stumbling in places unknown after dark
some hope they will find it in the dusty attic or cellar
and I know I am invisible and lost to it forever
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
Tuesday. Day 5 of staring at the ceiling and the walls (more or less, and yes they are all white – again more or less).
The orange fireball rising slowly from the house opposite (possibly aided by the fact that I still had a temperature) sent me a telegram revealing important insider trading information: stay in bed stop don't go to concert stop xx stop stop
I read it twice, thrice... I was trying to discover what was the meaning of a telegram in the 21st century? For the last decade the government has been controlling our every move through radio signals, and no other communication existed in this alienated society. Through the various revolutions that took place over the last decades (for all of which we believed will change the world for the better) our lives, thoughts, emotions and motives were reduced to: ‘Lucky to get the next breath of air. Lucky to find that piece of rotten plant. Once my neighbour dies I hope I am the first there to call dibs on his ribs. I am lucky, I will live another second, minute, hour, day.’ Never more than that. Nobody could imagine it was possible to live for more than another day. Everybody knew that there were so many things one could do and that could offend our bright and righteous leaders that there was no certainty of surviving. As the society had no interpersonal relationships all communication was reduced to instructions issued by the government. Our implanted receivers received the instructions passed over the radio waves: ‘Work. Worship. Reproduce. Work. Worship.’ At some stage everybody also received a single multiword message, a message that used to be feared, but that was not accepted with the same indifference as all other messages: 'Your useful life has run out. We are grateful for your xx years of service, but now you cost us almost 5 % of what you make us, so your time has come. Die.’
So what was the meaning of the telegram? Who sent it? What was it warning me from? Why me? I had no idea... So, after I translated the day away (and I did, I successfully translated Tuesday into Wednesday), and just before the afternoon turned into the evening storm I risked a feverish stroll to the munchkin land at the end of my street, hoping that I will discover more about the mysterious telegram...
Monday, 23 May 2011
Sunday, 22 May 2011
Saturday, 21 May 2011
Friday, 20 May 2011
Thursday, 19 May 2011
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
... or this was at least what Madonna tried to convince us in the 1980s with one of her T-shirts (in Papa don't preach?). Of course, as I am not Italian, and my last Italian roots probably reach back to the Roman times, I was not really incllined to believe her. And then it all changed yesterday. At Žiga's opening. So now it is official. Italians do it better. They are much better at changing an opening into a party than, I don't know, let's say Majda Širca.
Tuesday, 17 May 2011
well, not really, but it seems to early to be able to come up with the positive way of saying this... How do you say it? You know, when two good things happen at the same time... aaargh... not my morning it seems.. well, can't win them all... Anyway, what I wanted to say was congrats Izi :) Good photos, a nice opening, and you had a mini concert to go with ... if only we had more evenings like this :)
Monday, 16 May 2011
Sometimes it all works out in the end. The way it was meant to. And for the best (this wave of optimism seems a bit overwhelming, I know). I really wanted to go and see this performance. Of course, part of my joy of watching performances is also capturing moments in my faithfull lens... But after a few e-mails it seemed that this will just not happen (well, the only way I could go was by substituting the photographer they usually use, which would mean he would loose out on a job, and this is just not done). So... it seemed like I would be staying at home... Because this was the performance of the night as far as I was concerned... the other things did not really tickle my fancy... so there I was prepared to spend a night at home for a change (in fact I just boiled the kettle to make some tea that would go down nicely while reading a book) when Ryuzo phoned and asked me if I can come and photograph anyway... And guess what I replied? (I will leave you guessing, but while you are thinking about it, you might want to look at these photos ...)
Sunday, 15 May 2011
Extremely hard to photograph, but when you manage to get somesort of a result it makes you that much happier... If you are going to look at the whole album this music could go well with it... It just seems an easy (in fact way to easy) association to make...
Saturday, 14 May 2011
Mari Kvien Brunvoll. Never heard of her before, but would love to hear her again. I don't know much about Norway, but one thing I can tell you for sure: As much as I find the fjords fascinating (even though I have never been there), they have now become my second favourite association linked to Norway :)
Friday, 13 May 2011
She told me
nobody would ever love me the way she does
she told me
nobody would ever kiss me the way she does
she sucked me into her dark eyes
and wrapped her soft hair around my body
the lights were dimmed
and sparks exploded across the universe
as her kiss landed on my neck
and I just stood there numb and dumb
staring as she walked away...
Thursday, 12 May 2011
The blog is back and running again... and hopefully they will soon return yesterday's post to where it belongs (just in front of this one)... So now I can finally post today's post (and hope that it will stay put).
I have seen Demolition group a couple of times now... and they are easy to photograph, because the frontman likes to pull various faces, and yes that makes a good and entertaining photograph... So here is one from yesterday's concert...
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
Tuesday, 10 May 2011
Made it in the end. I was convinced that I will not see Damir at all, because I was at an opening, and one just cannot be in two places at the same time, can one? Nope. Sorry, I know you thought you can, but it is just not (humanly) possible... Or is it? What was that Einstein said (now he is someone I would love to have met)? No, I will stick to my theory. You just can't do it. It is impossible.
However... Sometimes you are lucky... And the concert starts fashionably late and even though I was even more fashionably late (or how should I put this?) I managed ta catch some of it. Maybe even just enough of it... enough to keep me wanting more...
The concert was good, but maybe the recital at the end was even better... I like the way he lets go... Disconnect the brakes, pour out the brake fluid, and hit the wall at full speed (mentally of course)... even though I have a feeling that as real as this used to be, it has now became a part of the performance as such... but it still seems an excellent way to let out some of the pressure that builds up inside... which makes me think... shall I go and sing one song at a concert on Friday?
Monday, 9 May 2011
Sunday, 8 May 2011
Saturday, 7 May 2011
(I added this photo because his expression made me feel his tranquility in life, so yes, once again I am breaking my rules)
Friday, 6 May 2011
Thursday, 5 May 2011
... jazz photographers currently around. Goes without saying. What is that? Somebody in the back row seems to be disagreeing with me. Well, you are entitled to your opinion, but before you start raging and raving check his homepage. And yesterday he openend an exhibition in one of my favourite venues... A park exhibition opening in the sun... what more could one want? If I wasn't so terrified of the concept I would say perfect (the concept of perfect that is)... I think this event might be one of those that calls for me to break the rules and post multiple photos (I do like to break the rules every now and then, just to feel alive). So, now that you have seen the face and you know who we are talking about, here are a few more:
This one I chose because it looks a bit like he is saying: Me and my friends have just returned from a family gathering in Sicily... ooppss sorry forget that, from a jazz festival in Sardegna...
OK, I didn't chose it because of this. But it was taken during his opening speech, and the two guys in the background are not his bodyguards or members of the'family' but jazz musicians (and I thought it was only seeming to take a photo that included them - as it was an opening of an exhibition of jazz photos - but because it was obviously Žiga's day (for a change - usually it is the musicians in the foreground while he stands out of the photo - he had to be sharp and the musicians blurred... and for those who would not know what it is all about, they can just about make out the name in the back... so that should be a starting point for googling - so I thought it was a well thought out photo - in some ways anyway).
This one I chose because this is what he is usually like (well at least when he does not have a huge lens sticking out from where his nose should be)... relaxed and smiling and enjoying himself...
And this one... well this one is a photo of his work, just so you can see what he does.
Wednesday, 4 May 2011
The good thing about photographing without having an end client to whom you have to hand in photos is that you can experiment and do not have to worry if the photos will come out or not ... This is even more the case when you get to really dark places and you just try to get the best photo possible with the equipment at your disposal... You can play around, try new things and then come home and see on the computer if anything works, and see what does not work or what could work if you tweaked it as bit more... And remember it for next time...
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
It kicked off with a film... a short overview of the history of Slovene rap... and once we were all into it we were treated to a concert that reminded me of a fashion show...Not because they wore carefully selected designer clothes (even though I am sure some of them did, but because it started off by each rapper coming on stage (catwalk) and presenting one of his songs (dresses) and in the end they all came out together to show us the entire new spring/summer collection...
Of course with rappers it is all to do about attitude and putting on a show (again, not that disimilar to models walking down the catwalk), but what truly led me to this fashion show association was at the end when they were all on stage together (ok, not all, but a lot of them) they all walked around the stage like tigers in a cage (hence catwalk, which inevitably led to the fashion show association). Come to think of it, they walked around the stage like tigers in a cage all of the time, even when they are alone on stage
Even though I am not a great rap fan, I do have a few CD-s at home and I do listen to them every now and then... I am usually impressed by the lyrics (which makes it obvious that I do not listen to Gangster rap), 'cos they seem to be socially aware of the events unfolding around them, and they try their best to draw attention to the various injustices happening in this world... as for the gangsta rap... well, they just seem to have had a testosterone overdose which makes them talk rubbish most of the time..