From the opening

in the street gallery (where we could watch the artists at work)

to an indoor performance/film/concert.

New challenges

It seems that the time has come for me to try something new again. This time I have been asked to be the director of photography (I know, it sounds way too pompous for me, so if you will ask me about it when you bump in to me, I will just say I helped out a bit) for a short film that will be a part of a performance (very soon). On our first night we only did a couple of static shots so I had time to slowly discover what it is all about. Of course, I didn't get to take any photos of the action but took a few behind the scene ones, so here is one of the director talking with the actor.

The 2nd part

of the festival has started and to start off I saw Pina (by Wenders) in 3D. Made me wish I was the photographer on the set (Wim give me a call next time).

When almost

everybody involved in the making of the film come to the cinema.

The red balloon

There is a part of my childhood I don't remember. You know, you hid it so well, every time you try to go there you come across bolted doors. All the doors are shut and only a stream of light manages to squeeze through the gap under the door. One such ray of light managed to make its way into the hidden corners of my memory when I went to see the exhibition by Marko Mrše and saw this photo collage. It immediately reminded me of the film The red balloon, which I could not give you a synopsis of, but I do remember the sort of feeling I had when I watched it (or what I believe I remember to be the feeling, I will have to watch it again and see what it brings up) and I remember where I watched it and who took me to watch it. So, it seems that I better watch it again and see what happens...

One day...

Sometimes, not often mind you, I am called to come and photograph a film projection. And I immediatly start worrying about how can I photograph that. And when I worry, I agonise. It is just the sort of person I am. While watching this film I realised that my problems are really rather unimportant in the global perspective, regardless of how momentous they currently seem to me.
It made me want to sit on my bike and ride around the world taking photographs of everything that is wrong in this world (hopefully I would also find some nice things on the way). However, I might not be quite ready yet, so you will just have to settle (as will I) for my blog as it is for the time being... and then one day, yes, I know, we all say this, all of the time, one day, one day, ... when everything will be so right, or when everything will be so wrong and terible, ... I will change something... hopefully. And when I do, join me.