Hopefully tomorrow the skies will be filled with kites. The tradition in Greece is to fly a kite on the first day of Lent.@myrtophoto
burn is an online feature for emerging photographers worldwide. burn is curated by magnum photographer david alan harvey.
Hopefully tomorrow the skies will be filled with kites. The tradition in Greece is to fly a kite on the first day of Lent.@myrtophoto
I met Mustafa at this dodgy cafe on Omonoia square in Athens. He comes from Egypt, he is nineteen years old, married with a daughter. He came to Greece as an irregular immigrant and he works as a male prostitute. He didn’t want me to take his picture because of his daughter yet he offered to bring a picture from before he worked as a prostitute. I didn’t use it but I asked him to write down his story for me and this is what he wrote..
I treasure these stories and the time of the people I meet. For “The Attendants” project @myrtophoto this week on @burndiary
One thing that is still keeping me in Greece is the light and the weather. In a chaotic city like Athens especially in these difficult times, a ray of light can often seem like an oasis./ Pavlos in the car. Photo by Myrto Papadopoulos @myrtophoto this week for @burndiary
Hello! This is my first post for @burndiary. This week I’ll be contributing with some pictures of my daily life in Athens, Greece. This includes my personal project “The Attendants” a project that focuses on prostitution and moments from my life in the city. #inside the Ministry of Development, on assignment for Die Zeit. Photo by Myrto Papadopoulos @myrtophoto
EPF 2013 FINALIST
Large demostrations in Athens since 2010, police repression, violence and irrational use of tear gas, 3500 suicides, massive unemployment (26%) and unpaid work – two out of three young people are unemployed – abolition of health structures in the public sector, closure of mentally ill units, hundreds pawnshops mushrooming all over the country, huge increase in drug addicts and prostitution, homeless people and people who found themselves in the streets, continuous strikes are the consequences of the economic crisis in Greece.
This crisis is not just a financial one. It is a systemic crisis with multiple dimensions; political, social and cultural ones. It is in fact a historical breakthrough and all options for the future are open. The country actually lives in war conditions.
I have been reading about Weimar Republic in Germany in the 1920s, the financial crash of 1929 in America, the oil crisis of the 70′s. Now, in Greece history seems to repeat itself in variations.
Half of my friends are unemployed, my parents kept warm with a little stove as they couldn’t afford heating oil this year, my father, in a poor health condition, will soon complete 50 years of work, most of them spent in two jobs, my sister emigrated after having been unemployed, an elderly man I met in the center of Athens sold his gold teeth for a few euros, in my neighborhood workers in one of the largest steel mill of the country went on strike for 272 days after the dismissal of 110 colleagues and a 50% pay cut.
I have traveled and seen countries full of misery, poverty and violence, I have been always moved, but I couldn’t really empathize. In Egypt, where I traveled in 2009, youth unemployement was 90%. In Greece youth unemployment has now reached 65%.
It all begins from my surroundings and ends up on me. Burnout has to do with my own crisis too; I do know it is a part of my life deeply experiential that started four years ago, but i still do not know when and how it will end.
Dimitris Michalakis was born in 1977 in Elefsina, Greece. He studied photography at the Focus School of Photography in Athens. Since 2004 he has been a regular contributor to K Magazine, (Kathimerini Sunday edition), and the E Magazine (Eleytherotypia Sunday edition). His photographs have been published in various Greek and international publications (Spiegel, Die Zeit, Rolling Stones Magazine). He has traveled on journalistic missions to more than 30 countries, mainly in ex Soviet Countries.
2013: ‘Burnout’ (in progress), Coalmine Gallery, Zurich, Swiss
2010: ‘NATO Avenue’, Cheapart Gallery, Athens, / Thessaloniki Biennial, Greece
2008: ‘Old School’ Sen Yung, China Gamma Photo Agency China’s Cultural Olympiad
2012: ‘NATO Avenue’, LUMIX Festival for Young Photojournalism,Hannover, Germany
2011: ‘Muslim World’, Sismanoglio Megaro, Istanbul, Turkey
2011: ‘NATO Avenue’, Bursa’s Photography Festival, Turkey
EPF 2013 FINALIST
is a japanese word meaning ‘the foreigner’
“For a Swiss, I am a Japanese and for a Japanese I am a Swiss or rather a gaijin.”
My name is David ‘Takashi’ Favrod. I was born on the 2nd of July 1982 in Kobe, Japan, of a Japanese mother and a Swiss father. When I was 6 months old, my parents decided to come and live in Switzerland, more precisely in Vionnaz, a little village in lower Valais. As my father had to travel for his work a lot, I was mainly brought up by my mother who taught me her principles and her culture.
When I was 18, I asked for double nationality at the Japanese embassy, but they refused, because it is only given to Japanese women who wish to obtain their husband’s nationality.
It is from this feeling of rejection and also from a desire to prove that I am as Japanese as I am Swiss that this work was created. ‘Gaijin’ is a fictional narrative, a tool for my quest for identity, where self-portraits imply an intimate and solitary relationship that I have with myself. The mirror image is frozen in a figurative alter ego that serves as an anchor point.
The aim of this work is to create ‘my own Japan’, in Switzerland, from memories of my journeys when I was small, my mother’s stories, popular and traditional culture and my grandparents war narratives.
“Gaijin” Stephan Witschi Gallery, Zurich, Switzerland
“Gaijin” Center for Contemporary Art (CCA), Santa Fe, USA
“Gaijin” La Petite Poule Noire Gallery, Paris, France
“Gaijin” John Schmid Gallery, Basel, Switzerland
“Gaijin” Crochetan Gallery, Monthey, Switzerland
“Gaijin” Aperture Foundation, New-York, USA
“Gaijin” Athens Photo Festival 2011 the Hellenic Centre for Photography, Athens, Greece (with catalogue)
“Gaijin” Fotografia Festival 2011: Motherland the Pastificio Cerere Foundation, Roma, Italy (with catalogue)
“Gaijin” Stimultania Gallery, Strasbourg, France
Winner of the ‘Project Launch Award 2013′ Center, Santa Fe, USA
Selected for the ’28e Festival International de mode et photo 2013′, Hyères, France
Hey, Hot Shot 2012, New-York, USA
Winner of the ‘Aperture Portfolio Prize 2010′, New-York, USA
Winner of the ‘Swiss Design Award 2010′, Bern, Switzerland
Shadow In Greece
The centre of Athens, as I first remember it, was full of life.
During the period before the Olympic Games, there was great development. New hotels appeared in order to host the visitors, shops, restaurants and cafes kept sprouting out, it was full of people everywhere. All this happened within a few years. It was as if the city put on new clothes. During the days of the Olympics, the city was clean and well-guarded. You would not see street- merchants, drug-addicts or immigrants, just tourists and people who came in order to have a good time. In my eyes, it looked like another place.
As time passed, the city started deteriorating and gradually recovered its previous character: the everyday life that we all knew, with the junkies, the street-merchants, the the immigrants and the prostitutes.
Time passes fast. The city is now fading. Some people abandon it due to the crisis. Many shops and hotels have shut down, the centre is now almost deserted. People fear they will get ripped-off, they hear that this happens all the time. They no longer feel like going out and wandering about like before. They even fear seeing all the poverty and destitution, they drug-users who will rip you off for their shot, the women prostituting themselves.
But for me, those people were always there. I found them all there when I first arrived as a 9-year old child. They were always there when I was growing up. They are somehow trapped in their lives, subsisting in terrible circumstances, in squalid houses with insufficient hygiene.
The immigrants live in small rooms that they rent, many of them together, without much hope. The women prostitute themselves even in the streets for 5€. You don’t want to run into them in the street. Yet, hanging around with them has been my daily routine. This way, it was easier to approach them. They are sensitive people with a lot of problems, with ruined families behind them. Sometimes they give the impression that no one has cared for them. As if they want someone to talk to, as if they want to get out of the misery they are in. For some of them I had the sense that they were almost looking for someone to open up to and take it all out. Like confessing. What made an impression on me was that they often opened up and talked as if they knew me. Sometimes they talked about difficult things, about what they were experiencing, as if they were talking about someone else. Almost as if they felt better this way.
I would only shoot when I sensed that they were more comfortable, after some time had passed. Sometimes, unexpected things happened, and made me change the plan I had in mind. Other times, things just happened spontaneously, and I was just following along. The images I have selected are stronger for me, because I know the story behind them.
I have been working on this project since 2011. My work is still in progress. When others looks at those pictures I want them to feel respect and dignity for the subjects. Like I do.
Enri Canaj was born in Tirana, Albania, in 1980. He spent his early childhood there and moved with his family to Greece in 1991, immediately after the opening of the borders. He is based in Athens and covers stories in Greece and the Balkans.
He studied photography at the Leica Academy in Athens. In 2007 he took part in a British Council project on migration, attending a year-long workshop with Magnum photographer Nikos Economopoulos.
Since 2008, he has been a freelance photographer for major publications such as Time Magazine Lightbox, Newsweek, Le monde Diplomatique (German edition),TO VIMA, TA NEA, Tachydromos and VIMAGAZINO. A sample of his work has been exhibited at the Cultural Foundation of the National Bank of Greece in Athens and Salonica, at the Bilgi Santral in Istanbul, the European Parliament in Brussels and the Athens Photo Festival.
He has been working in the Balkans, mainly Kosovo and Albania, as well as Greece, focusing on migration and the recent crisis.
At the beginning my natural necessity was to enter the world of the sex industry and talk to the women that are involved in it. It has taken me a really long time and effort to reach out to some of these women, to gain their trust and get finally the access today to document their lives. Also my intensive research (i.e. approaching NGO’s, doctors and expertise from the ministry of foreign affairs) has helped me to understand more the issues and the difference between prostitution and trafficking. Throughout the year I will be working voluntarily with the ”Salvation Army”, in Greece, in order to provide support to these women. I will also be teaching photography lessons in one of the new “safe houses” that will be opening in Athens, within the next year.
Your support will enable me not only to continue this project but mostly it will help me gain more insight into the understanding of how and why prostitution is constantly evolving. My deep personal interest in these women, make me want to record their struggle but also their strive in search of a better life. It is also one of my fondest heart’s desires, to be able to share with these women my experiences through photography, because I believe photography can be an effective tool of building self-esteem.
The financial support will provide me the time and tools that I need to be able to accomplish and document this very difficult topic.
Myrto Papadopoulos (b. 1978, Athens) finished her studies in 2003 after completing a five-year Fine Arts degree in painting and photography. In 2006, she applied for a photojournalism degree at the ICP (International Centre of Photography) in NYC where she was granted a scholarship. In 2007 she participated at the Eddie Adams workshop in NYC.
She has won various awards and nominations and has taken part in several exhibitions including the Mois Off de la Photo 08 in Paris, the PHOTOQUAI 2em Biennal du Monde 09 at the Museé Quai Branly in Paris the New York Photo Festival 09, the Biennale of young artists of Europe XIV bjcem 09, the LOOK3 Between Festival 2010, the DUMBO Arts Festival 2011 in Brooklyn NY, the Athens Photo Festival 2011, 2012 and more. Today she works as a freelance photographer and filmmaker and is represented by Redux pictures in NY.
Her clients include TIME Magazine, Le Monde, GEO, Corriere della sera, EL Mundo, La Stampa, Neue Zuger Zeitung, Vision Magazine, DAS Magazine, Diario magazine, National Geographic Magazine (Greece), K magazine (Kathimerini), among others.
The Hungarian Lake Balaton is the largest in Central Europe.
As Hungary is landlocked, the lake is often called the Hungarian Sea. From the 1960′s onwards, Balaton became a major destination for ordinary working Hungarians as well as for those from the Eastern side of the Iron Curtain, who were rewarded for their work in building socialism with a permit to travel across the border.
As we could not dream of traveling to Spain, Italy or Greece, Balaton was the closest and most achievable destination for ordinary Poles to see what’s out there. My family and I were among the lucky ones who could go and spend holidays in what appeared to us as a paradise. Equipped with government-issued food vouchers and some little amount of pocket money in local currency, we were heading South to a warm, colourful and pleasant place. For us, coming from sad, cold and almost monochromatically grey Poland it was like a window to the world.
Twenty-odd years later, going through the pages of my family album, I found only one photograph of Balaton. It was a blurry picture of me, my sister and my parents, that was taken somewhere on one of the lake’s piers. This snapshot was the only reminiscence of six subsequent summers spent by the lake.
The photographs below are my attempt to create what my parents failed to do. I try to see the world through the eyes of a little boy who used to holiday there with his parents and sister over twenty years ago. Strolling among ruins of the glamorous (back in the day) concrete villas of Castro, Brezhnev and Honecker, the memories start to flood back.
Balaton has hardly changed, it is almost exactly the same as when I left it. Perhaps a bit more rusty, but the atmosphere remained the same. Only now for me it is no longer a paradise. I have grown and changed.
‘Hungarian Sea’ is a part of the bigger body of work about the summer holiday resorts in post-communist countries. It will be continued in the region of the Black Sea and the Baltic Sea.
Michal was born in Poland. After graduating from University, where he got a distinction for his studies, he decided to go to London to pursue his career as a photographer. After a few years doing odd jobs, he finally established himself as one.
He divides his professional career between advertising and documentary photography, traveling extensively between the UK and Eastern Europe, where he produces his documentary work. Most of it is strongly based on his own background and experiences.
He is the winner of 2012 Flash Forward UK, and his work has been published in GQ Magazine, The Mail on Sunday, and Finch’s Quarterly Review.
9/11: Faces Of Hope
Thousands of survivors have walked the difficult path of recovery since the September 11, 2001 bombings of the World Trade Center.
And although I began documenting this horrific event shortly after the attacks, focusing on the people who emerged from the burning twin towers alive proved to be not only a daunting, but also a highly emotional task. Previously, I shot a story on the efforts to rebuild the downtown area and I also photographed the Twin Towers of Light on the six month anniversary of the attacks, but this was a different challenge.
I started by photographing the personal objects that were carried out of the towers and also the items that were salvaged during the clean-up process from the rubble. A pair of men’s loafers worn during the escape from a crumbling tower, a framed family picture carried by a woman whose thoughts were of surviving for her children, a crushed fireman’s helmet discovered buried under debris, all speak of the personal experiences that keep the memory of history vivid and fresh, even as the immediacy of tragedy fades.
Taking these pictures was a very emotional experience for me, knowing that some of the items I was shooting belonged to people who had perished. I had access to Hangar 17 at Kennedy International Airport, where some of the large pieces of the Twin Towers were being stored. Photographing what were once the two tallest buildings in the world, now reduced to fragments of metal was unnerving. I began to realize that documenting personal items and pieces of the Towers was not giving me the mood I wanted to achieve. It was too somber, too devastating. Ten years after the tragedy, my goal was to focus on the positive. To achieve this, I shifted my perspective to the living.
If these photos have a mission, it if this: to capture the images of the survivors, those who have moved forward anchored by faith, fortitude or family and those who still struggle with a healing process that remains painful, drawn out and elusive. Each has a story to tell.
Following the 10 year anniversary of the attacks, these photos were exhibited at Fotocare in New York City.
Ira Block is an internationally renowned photojournalist, teacher, and workshop leader who has produced over 30 stories for the National Geographic Magazine and its affiliates N.G. Traveler and Adventure.
He began his career as a newspaper photographer, earning numerous press club awards. As an expert in lighting, Ira is sought after for assignments ranging from shooting ancient artifacts in Greece to photographing dinosaur fossils in the Gobi desert and documenting Moche mummies in Peru. His momentous coffee table book “Saving America’s Treasures” was a collaborative effort among the Clinton White House, National Geographic Society, and the National Trust for Historic Preservation. Ira’s unique vision and outstanding lighting skills have made him the “go to photographer” for complex assignments.
He taught the first creative, digital photography class at the School for Visual Arts in New York City and is frequently called upon to review and critique the latest digital cameras and lenses. He works closely with National Geographic Expeditions lecturing and teaching photography around the world. Ira has also taught workshops in Bangkok and Maine, Abu Dhabi and San Diego, Boston, Seattle and New York City.
In addition to his editorial work Ira shoots commercial and corporate images, portraits, promotional materials and advertising for leading institutions. He also produces corporate digital webcast videos. His photographic exhibit “Faces of Hope”, portraits of survivors and images of objects retrieved from the aftermath of the World Trade Center tragedy, are part of the permanent collection of the National September 11 Memorial and Museum.
His most recent story in the October National Geographic “Earth Before the Ice”, investigates a prehistoric global warming. Ira lives in New York City with his wife and is a frequent blogger on the latest digital camera equipment and gear, lighting techniques, and creative vision in photography.
The mythology of New York is known to anyone who has watched more than a dozen hours of television or skimmed magazines in a dentist’s office. But like ancient Greece, New York is too big to have a single, central story; its myth is carried by its demigods, or what in show business they call types.
Take a type we’ll call the New York Tough Guy. Now, there are tough guys all over the world; wherever you live you probably know at least one of them, and so the term “tough guy” will call him, specifically, to mind. This guy you know who talked about knocking a guy out as if it were nothing, and looked as if he could do it, is a tough guy, for instance.
But link these terms to New York and the focus shifts. The New York Tough Guy, for example, may be someone you saw perp-walked on the cover of the New York Post. Or he may be some actor who mugged a character on a movie you saw that was set in New York. He may be an antique figure with cross-hatched stubble, a lantern jaw, and a black eye-mask like the Beagle Boys wear in Scrooge McDuck comics. Maybe he’s tough in something other than a physical way. Some people (certainly not you, sophisticated reader) think Donald Trump is tough. Some people (perhaps you, sophisticated reader) think Anthony Bourdain is.
In any case, this image you’ve conjured matches the term New York Tough Guy more than the authentic avatars you actually know because there is Tough and then there is New York Tough, which may or may not be real Tough but which is certainly real New York. You almost have to imagine the Tough Guy standing defiantly against a filthy brick wall at night, harshly illuminated by car headlamps, and probably wearing shades, because all the New York Tough Guys wear shades. (Doesn’t Jay-Z? Didn’t Lou Reed?)
I’m not saying these people aren’t real tough guys, though I do think if somebody came at them with a knife a few of them might not react totally in character. I’m saying the Tough Guy, the Fast Talker, the Big Shot, the Wise-Cracking Waitress, the Hard-Bitten Journalist, et alia, are mythic figures. By that I don’t mean that they’re fake, though they often are, but that their usefulness is not to be found in the real world, but in the dream landscape that explains New York to the world and to itself.
This is why you often see people move to New York and immediately start conforming to stereotype. The pressure, whether overtly felt or only dimly sensed, of being part of something as overwhelming as New York blows the mind of anyone who does not have a perfectly solid-state personality, which is to say most of us. So citizens psychically run for cover under the robes and aegides of the demigods of New York myth.
(Where do you think hipsters — that is to say, New York Hipsters — come from? New York magazine? Pitchfork media? They come from Patti Smith via Marlon Brando via George Cram Cook via Walt Whitman via Edgar Allan Poe via some ur-Hipster whom Peter Stuyvesant had to keep putting in the stocks for shirking.)
You and I could sit here all night identifying the constellations in the New York galaxy, but I wish to draw your attention to the least acknowledged member of the pantheon, who is nonetheless as important as any other: The Out-of-Towner.
The Out-of-Towner, aka The Greenhorn, aka The Rube, belongs to the mythology, too. His is a special role. Because one thing is true of all of the other New York demigods: They are Wised-Up. So they are all pretty evenly matched, and also extremely motivated to get over on one another. If they had only one another to deal with, things would quickly get ugly and stale — like the Manhattan of Escape from New York, an island of madmen with whom the rest of the world cannot deal.
The Out-of-Towner brings some air and light into the action. For one thing, he can be a victim, and replenish the ecosystem with whatever the wise guys can get out of him. He can be a foil, a straight man to set up their jokes and set off their unique qualities, and an audience to flatter the endless self-regard of the true New Yorker. And on occasion and with sufficient motivation, the Out-of-Towner can stick around and, if he has the moxie, become a citizen himself.
Indeed, every New Yorker who was not born there enters the town in this role, and struggles to divest himself of it. Why, for example, do New Yorkers respond so positively to being asked for directions? Because this offers them the chance to show that they’re not Out-of-Towners. (This is especially important in front of present Out-of-Towners.)
But there’s a catch. Every wise guy in New York is in perpetual danger of reverting to Out-of-Towner status. For one thing, the town is always changing — hot spots, catchphrases, top Filipino lunch places — and it’s a struggle to keep up. But more importantly, unless he has become so jaded that nothing at all matters to him anymore, the wise guy will always retain a touch of Out-of-Towner about him. The things that excited him before still excite him — though he has become of necessity very good at concealing it, lest he over-effuse and give his roots away.
All this is to begin to say what I like so much about Michael Webster’s “New York.” I do admire the formal schtick of shooting it all from the top of one of those horrible tourist double-deckers that strafe the streets (ah, there I go, sounding like a wise guy). But it’s more what the schtick reveals that pleases me. The tour bus passengers — sometimes cheaply plastic-slickered against rainy weather — seem anonymous, ordinary, like the opposite of the thing they’re observing. (And those few observed New Yorkers who notice them seem surprised but unimpressed.) But the New York vistas and tableaux that Webster sees are lovely, specific and suggestive at the same time; you could write novels about the five folks waiting for the Seventh Avenue bus, for instance, or just bask in their ennui. And the wonderful thing is, they are as available to those bus-riding Out-of-Towners as they are to anyone else. Like those two well-dressed Indian folks in the front row: They certainly look like they’re enjoying the scene. Maybe they, too, see in New York what we see. Or maybe — you know, we can hardly admit it, even now — they see more.
– Roy Edroso
Michael Webster is a photographer currently living in Brooklyn.
Great looking “wall.” Lots of fantastic images not seen before. I get the feeling that there are still many for you to “discover” as the edit begins in earnest – as some fall out of favor they might be replaced by some overlooked in the intensity of being too close, or as the “story” matures. Fun process….
I like the police car (albeit with different type treatment – maybe at the top for that one) and the beach ball for covers with the bejeweled hand around the shoulder a close runner up. The Yemanja photo would make for a great back cover to contrast the front. Actually the hand around the shoulder with the Yemanja for the back make a great pair – similar gestures but in entirely different milieus.
To be frank, my least favorite pictures from the month I’ve seen are the dress shopping ones – they look really posed to me, and not posed in the sense that the other posed ones are obviously posed and therefore work in a direct aware manner. My 2 cents (for now)
there are some photos in there we haven’t seen before – looks great, love the editing. I had a great time following along David…always, always something to learn. And just an fyi, your Rio mag motivated me to finally get on with creating a magazine for some people I spent some time with earlier in the year – they loved it – and I got it done before xmas! I’m looking forward to the book.
Have a safe trip home, David, catch some sleep and hopefully, the workshop is not over, since there is much to learn from the process between now and the book. That was the idea too, no? (cannot remember)..
Merry Xmas to anyone in Brazil who got close to you by less than a foot and more than a minute!!!
Great learning process for me! It’s been informative seeing how you approached this.
In one way, it’s simply restating what you’ve tried to teach your students all along but some of us…me…learn by seeing it done. One thing that stands out is how much weight some photos take on when paired with others. I love your stand alone work and many of your images have that power, but when they are combined with others…the layers your’re building really work for me! Love what this is becoming!
Great looking wall….and all of it only from this trip. That is almost hard to believe!
Really really looking forward to the book. I was in the bookshop last night and came across divided soul. Saw your Brazil photos in there and these do not look the same. True to what you say about not repeating yourself.
Safe travels and hope to hear from you soon!
Yet another wall, plus glimpses on ‘Wrap Party’.. I admit, I’m rooting hard for some of the pictures to make it.. will be interesting to see the final edit..
As for the cover, while the carnival pictures are great, esp. like the one with Renata and Roberta, Rio and night and carnival is such an obvious combination that I, if it was mine, would avoid it.. but it is not, and that’s just good so.. really looking forward to see what a little time will bring..
Hope you packed your socks, it’s winter on this side of the globe!!
Phenomenal. Unbelievable, quite frankly, and I’m speechless (for a change). Impossibly hard to select down, to edit. I hope we’ll be in on that process and if not, that you’ll have a show in London as well as New York and Sydney!!!
Never seen a wall like this before.
The question that keeps bothering me is how do I incorporate the lessons learned here into trying to put some kind of cap on the really rather immense but still terribly incomplete package of work I have been creating in the Arctic and encapsulate it into the book that very much needs to be made, soon.
I have no idea. No idea at all.
Frostfrog- print them out and pin them up ….alllll of them
and then take a shot of that for your blog. I do not joke! seriously would love to see that.
(ps. I am still hunting through my old natgeos for FEB’82.
You may be getting a visit from me if I find it …I will need your signature on it:)
PS – David – the odd thing is that when I was in NY at the loft presenting you with the projects I am working on and want to complete, my Arctic work never factored into the discussion at all. I guess that is because I think it is an obvious part of me, whereas the things I presented to you mostly no one knows about.
But when I think about, really, to the larger it remains mostly unseen. Not even you really have any idea. I should have brought it up at the loft. I need to figure it out.
Milli – February ’80.
Come and visit me anyway, whether you find it or not. I can sign my book for you. And a couple of issues of Uiñiq Magazine. We can go out to dinner and you can meet my wife and cats. We all be very happy to have you here.
as far as i am concerned, our discussion of your work has just begun..please make me aware of any work you think i do not know, or have not critiqued…let’s go back over your motives, aspirations etc…sometimes this all comes out in class, sometimes later…that is why i tell all my students, theirs is a class that goes way beyond the scheduled week….let’s talk soonest please
All I know is that of all the pictures we’ve seen so far I have my favourite.. no idea what’s still up your sleeve though..
And talking about that, it would be interesting to know how this month has changed your idea of the book.. what I mean, you have pictures from previous trips, I guess there are far more from this one (in numbers) that you would have expected.. so I wonder if there will simply be a major number of pictures in the book.. or, and I’m prone to believe this variation, that also of the pictures you previously had put in that fantomatic 85%, that there’s been a change, perhaps not so much in terms of percentage, but in different choice.. putting in some you left out of the edit, and now leaving out perfectly great photographs because they do not fit the ‘One Night In Rio’ theme.. and, if so, that leads to the question: what will be of those ‘leftover’ photographs?
I feel so attached to this blog in the last month and I’m pretty sure this is not just my case. It feels sad knowing the RIO blog has come to an end! I know this is just a beginning of another step in RIO project, but for us audiences, this past month have been an amazing experience. Is there any chance you could continue this blog and take it to the next step of making RIO? I would love to know what’s next?! Now what?
“Hot Cotton Candy” is my top favourite among the images presented on the wall that are selected as tentative covers (those with “One Night in Rio” on them although I’m not keen on the font). It’s such a clean image with lots of space for the title and the image itself impacts on the meaning of the title – taking it from being one night in the literal sense to it being the start of “a story” akin to “once upon a time” but with the time being centered around one night. A COOL image: ZEN FRESH!
oh yes, i understand your reservations about what you call the “dress shopping” pictures..we call that series the “mannequin” series and hence the intentional super posed look….some of the wall pics are just “place holders”..this wall is the trunk of the tree…it has branches….i did a lot of “mini stories” inside this overall night in Rio..sometimes a branch becomes part of the trunk…i am not sure about the mannequin series which is about 8 pictures i think….may drop it…may keep just one…may keep none of them…but for sure they led to other interesting evolutions…
that is for sure my inclination at the moment…could change my mind, but i don’t think so…i figured everyone would imagine that to be my choice…type fonts have not been decided…this is just dummy type…you must realize we did all of this at the one hour photo shop!!!
yes, this is a “sleeper”…love this too..i had it in my original little piece i did for Look3…i did a 250 run mini tabloid portfolio…not sure i see it as a cover, but might try to dummy it up…the picture definitely grows on you…
well all changed a lot on this last trip…you must remember that before the trip the book was just RIO…a tale of one night sort of came up when i signed in magic marker the little brochure i did, but never thought about it seriously for the book until this time…the title could still change, the cover has not been picked, but the basic thrust is the imaginary (or not!) tale of one night in Rio…
i am going to do large panels with many pictures for the exhibition..large contact sheets and large groupings with no borders presented as one picture….i have been wanting to do this for a long time…this is the opportunity….i will do this four or five times i think…the rest of the show will be single large prints…so single very large prints mounted flush and off the wall ….and say 4-5 large collections of prints presented as a “single”
Amazing there was time to put the title of the book on the photos at all! One among the mannequin shots – Candy gazing at the dress/the bright light – is intensely powerful, atmospheric and stirring to the mind (and it made me laugh at myself).
Okay, I have to go buy a couple of bottles of Bucks Fizz as a Christmas present… but shaking an invisible bottle of bubbly right now… spraying it all over the desk, out of the window and everywhere! Congratulations AND thank you so much!
Yes, I definitely can imagine what the show will look like.. was flipping through the whole theriobook archive, scrolling top to bottom and backwards, interesting also visually.. do you realise the amount of pictures you produced, the almost 140 posts without counting the comments you put up over the past 30 days.. amazing.. and yes, I know you DO realise.. : )
Still.. those pictures that don’t fit.. I hope you at least will have them up either on Magnum or your site.. and not buried in the harddrives.. also for an economical reason, you can’t sell things people don’t know it exists..
“you can’t sell things people don’t know exist…” How true! LOVE you Eva! x
DAH: I shared the link “men in pin-up poses” on Per-Anders P’s wall this morning. I hope it will be considered for inclusion on Burn magazine! The full series includes the photographer himself!! It’s so cool, a classic!
Season’s Greetings everyone! Hope to get t meet you! xxx
PS Please send my best wishes to Laura (LET). I would like to have added a comment on Burn magazine since I have been following the Arab spring revolutions pretty closely on the news throughout the year but, my account remains closed. My thoughts are with ALL who are fighting for freedom, for their rights and dignity – standing up for what they believe in. It is tragic that during Egypt’s first “free elections” in decades, violence continues to be perpetrated by the security forces against protesters who can see that the military has NOT relinquished its stranglehold on power since the fall of Mubarak. Here’s an interesting article with some background on this theme both relating to Egypt and other Arab nations:
Thanks Eva. I may do that but I expect she occasionally looks into this blog and believe we usually receive the information that we are “meant” to receive. It was just a general comment and since this is one world that we live in, the news is a matter that concerns us all. No story exists independently, in fact, all stories are connected, not only around the world but across all time (as are we all).
Merry Christmas, sister! x
Congrats! If you have time, let us know how it worked for you. Did you have enough people sign up to cover your costs? Was the interaction helpful/useful/worthwhile? Did it affect your work? Impressions about the experience? Would you have done anything differently.
Thanks for sharing! Bon voyage!
DAH: Have a nice trip back to the US. We will missed Rio wheather, parties, wall, shooting etc…
Jaja, the curator picture is fuuuuuuunny. It only happens in Brazil!! Can’t imagine that in France…
Viva Rio, Viva The Book, Viva those nights, Viva DAH, Roberta, and the rest of the crew.
I can’t say “Viva Brazil” ’cause I’m from Argentina… and friend would kill me…
PS: Switch to BurnMagazine right now. Great experience here.
Dream big, believe it and work damn hard for it. Exactly, Eva. This is the recipe. Time to get my nose to the grindstone on the heels of this uplifting and inspirational expose. May Rio rock the sox off photo books in 2012 and long into the future.
It was a pleasure to follow the last part of this project. Very, very interesting to see how DAH works.
Many, many thanks to him because it´s no normal a photographer with his reputation (a magnum photographer!) shares his work with everybody with such sincerity and immediacy…
And thanks also to his beautiful and professional assistants. THANKS
Thank you for sharing this story that has not left me indifferent.
Abrazos y gracias desde España a todos!
HELLO to all of you, I’m Miroslav (28)
(I know some of you ever since Road Trips, but never introduced myself)..
This workshop was like a novel… now it’s over and I feel sad, but I am happy at the same time, ’cause that whole was a big lesson for me… absolutely priceless!
So I wanna say:
THANK YOU, MR. DAVID ALAN HARVEY to let me be part of your trip!!! You keep the fire BURNING!!!
Thanks to all the contributors.
David, Roberta, Renata, and Candy,
A very big thanks from me as well. I am with all others who will miss this as the first thing to do every morning (Japan is 14 hours ahead) and this addiction will be hard to let go. I learned a lot over the past few weeks and got many new ideas to implement for my project. Thank you for sharing everything and I am sure it will make a big difference for so many photographers. Have a very safe and very happy holiday season with your loved ones.
I just arrived after scouting David to the airport. And while I watch him leaving, he is trying to make me laugh predicting the end of my lines. Tears .And even that seems emotional exacerbation, an example of overestimated sentimentalism cliché, I wouldn’t avoid them.I owe them, I’m proud of being dragged to those feelings while waiting in the gate. In that moment, I’m the cliché itself. Tending to the predictable and agreeing that exposure seems a valuable option. Tears. I have this last month so vivid in details, it seems so recent once it’s easy to get distracted in time when you are so absorbed, focused,committed. 30 days were gone and the realization came with the goodbye. David, Renata, Candy were my closest example of a successful marriage. We made it. 30 days of intensity felt in several levels building relationships : intimacy, stress, arguments, learning, celebration. Specifically in theriobook, it needed to come from inside with the right atmosphere, balance, mutual understanding to reach somewhere-something-someone outside. And the results came. Every single day I was sure that David, and hopefully our collaboration were doing something bigger than any initial expectation. I witness the right persons, the right colors, the right situations and when they come together is almost an unbelievable ballet if it isn’t David ‘s camera giving them sense in reality. Watching an artist creating his next greatest masterpiece, to be there in the middle of the process (“watching Picasso painting” as Tony Skater once described), to be allowed opinion and space, to know so well the effervescent mind behind and the meaning of that expression of art to his practice, that is priceless. It is the privileged addicted place to be. I’m aware of it and uncountable thanks to David for having us so close, for the patience and care, for each advice molding the best of me or the aspiration of it. Thanks for his constant generous gratitude display leading us to this space, to have our names here, to be introduced to an audience I respect so much for putting art community in such high standard and who have my total attention for the weights on my way of thinking and the new dynamic of perspectives . It is a honor and so rewarding to receive your lines and the consideration of each one of you. That’s the maximum of recognition I could wish.The prize. David while reading the comments says that “there is nothing more worth than to know you changed someone life, to be a influence or bridge for inspiration. It pays the hard work, the struggle. So, thanks David, Renata, candy, and you guys, the commentators, for have changed my life this month .
-Haik..you are a super star of this project.That wouldn’t be the same without you
-Carlita- you were one of the best surprises
-Eva – such admirable woman, as mind, as thinker, as supporter
- Paul- Your last comment Abracadabra in the previous post fits perfectly and it is such a pleasure to read your comments. There is your strong point of view followed by sensitiveness,care and opening .And Thanks Paul for your words to me and Renata. It really touches us
-Patricinho;I’d also never say “Viva Argentina”, but you’ll hear me saying “Viva Patricio”
-Gordon,nice to have you here.Im with you on this one. Civi..I know you are there,I can hear your heart beating from here. Sing please!
-Jenny “Rio rock the sox off photo books in 2012 and long into the future”. I definitelly agree . I bet on that
-Arif,JOL and Mero- statements like yours are kind of fuel driving this project
- jhonydh- thanks for the sweet words. We tried not making David so crazy. I failed many times:)..So thanks for the “wonderful”
- Jim, your opinion means a lot, a lot and it has us happy cause I know you arent easy to please or to convince(this is a compliment)
Roberta, your comments throughout this past month were a most valuable addition to seeing the results of what David, with the help of you all, his team, was able to accomplish. In fact, what you shared was a key ingredient in the process, the process itself, with all its emotions, that goes into making great art. And the context, including all the situations and participants, from which art comes is the foundation without which it is not possible. So big congratulations are due to David for this accomplishment, but certainly also to you and all the collaborators for facilitating it, analyzing it, and sharing it with us. The ability to watch such dynamic work evolve over an entire month, from far away, is a real first, especially because of the interactivity that went on. And I think the glimpses we got were very rich indeed to inspire us in our own work!
When I saw curator Camilo taking down the wall, I got that sad feeling when something good come to an end. But then, I know you will soon pop back up with something else. Maybe now you can also inject some more life back into burn.
It has been so quiet and still there since you left this time.
Oh – and tomorrow, I will finally begin my little, much-delayed, series on my experience at your loft. After all this time, you would think I would know just what I want to do with it and what I want to say.
But in all this time, I have had no time and so I have no idea. Maybe it will be good, maybe it will be bad. The immediacy will be gone, but then all projects soon lose their immediacy and some still stand.
Gerhard,Im so flattered, not only result of your thoughts (alone they’d make the job), but who these thoughts are coming from. You seem to understand so well the creative process , the artistic keys to achieve something beyond the ordinary way to face the whole ,to do and to have what takes…the defining line to the extraordinary, to choose what to use in your favor. It needs a lot of sensitiveness, awareness, opening, and passionate view to have it so right and find the right way to share it. So, I repeat: It’s really flattering having these thoughts from you
David M..thanks so much..very kind! always the nice perspective of a nice guy
You are a great mind with a most generous heart, a rare combination! You wrote on Burn, I think, that now you know what you want to do. This is just another lesson coming out of this thing that was given the name of workshop.. it is yes, about photography, how to approach and develop an essay, how to work with subjects and cameras and whatnot, but to me, that’s the minor part here, important, but minor.
Not that much of a great mind on my side, for sure much much less generous than you.. a thinker, yes, that I can agree about.. that is why I realized very early on that tangible collaboration and support here was crucial.. I was VERY worried it would be a burden to keep up theriobook site, for David, and therefore also for you all who would have to support him on yet another level, and be a safetynet. It could have turned out as a give give give and emptying from one side, so filling in and giving back was the only way to make it work as a circle, as a spirale up, high up.. and it worked. A big thank you from me to all who did realise this, came out of silence and made tangible.. it is not easy, I know that, usually I hold back.. but this was not the time..
Tears. Yes. Of course. This is not fiction, this is real. Fool who’d think not. : )
A breath-taking pink sunrise on this cold winter’s morning… tuned into the Rio blog… Roberta’s lines from the journey to the airport make me happy… what not to love?!
“He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.” ~
DAVID ALAN HARVEY
You are crazy – from an idea to a book.
All of this, besides being a lesson on the secrets of your approach to the work you produce, it is also a step forward in all photography.
You have invented social photography, a connected photography. You have added a whole new chapter to the ages old process and I can bet you will soon be copied.
And sorry for not having “recent comments” a la burn . It had to be a comment soup, a la RIO.
You can come in, see it, and leave leaving an impact. What can I say?
Without your help I would have been in deep ____. You were crucial.
What you have done was fundamental to say the least. Thank you.
I owe you $3.something for the hard shipment of digital goods you would never receive in your shiny mail box . I am buying you a beer … Hope to meet you someday.
Yes, it would be great to hear from Anton on here and DAH too after he has had some R&R and time to reflect on the whole Rio and Rioblog experience. And let’s not forget that David has other books in the pipeline – at least two underway I think?!
How about a flashback to the blog that got things rolling 3 years ago at around this same time of year I believe – from the original “Road Trips” headed with this picture of Laura el Tantawy who has gone on to achieve great things and I believe her blog of travels around Egypt starts soon, if not already underway? “Road trips” led to “Burn”, and “Burn” led to “Rio” this “social photography network” as Haik put it. In this link, a Happy New Year message from 2008 from the maestro himself including work by Sean Gallagher winner of the first EPF grant who has also gone from strength to strength. DAH is a force in the industry to be reckoned with!
Yes, it would be great to hear from Anton on here and DAH too after he has had some R&R and time to reflect on the whole Rio and Rioblog experience. And let’s not forget that David has other books in the pipeline – at least two underway I think?!
How about a flashback to the blog that got things rolling 3 years ago at around this same time of year I believe – from the original “Road Trips” headed with this picture of Laura el Tantawy who has gone on to achieve great things and I believe her blog of travels around Egypt starts soon, if not already underway?
“Road trips” led to “Burn”, and “Burn” led to “Rio” this “social photography network” as Haik put it. In this link, a Happy New Year message from 2008 from the maestro himself including work by Sean Gallagher winner of the first EPF grant who has also gone from strength to strength.
DAH is a force in the industry to be reckoned with!
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Thank you all for all this inspiration…comments, development process, examples, doubts, feelings, things that did not work, things that did work, all of that simply confirm that what really matters in not the end but the process of build the whole thing…I am also sad that the blog is coming to and end and for sure i will come back again and again to read it again and try to get more and more from this unique lesson…Not only David but all the crew and blog visitors add a lot of positive inputs to this blog…thank you all!
PS.: I would not mind if DAH could add some more status of how the things about this work/book is going till the book is on store shelfs Let´s see
i am just changing planes in Miami….i will come back as soon as i get home to answer any questions…many many thanks for your interest…yes, this was definitely a one of a kind experience for all of us….no way to bottle this one….well, it does give some ideas for future work models, but this was the ONE for sure…
HAIK, thanks a lot but without you we would actually have sent emails between us you are the man,who makes this infrastructure work. a special applause for you.
this was a one of a kind experience to me. in the beginning, it was like light speed, and I thought I am not able to catch up with David’s speed. Wow, what an energy. Overall, it was a very inspirational experience for me, and even I am not travelling since quite a while, I think I shot the cover for my own story – 5 to 9 – during these 4 weeks of online workshop. Viva!
So, I have to thank all of you, for the positive energy, the collaboration and inspiration, which was beamed from Rio until cold and snowy Bonn
Civi, you can sing now, please!
Haik…you’re a genius. You worked so hard with David, believing in the project, giving everything to build a tool to put in practice and to make reality this new model of “social photography network”(great definition).If it isnt that,since the beginning,details and adjustments, we wouldnt have the right space to direct our enthusiasm and turn it out in collaboration.You have a big fraction of blame here
You have such particular signature in this workshop.It makes us feel you so close , the understanding, the questions and points,the interest,sense of humor.David says whatever you seem to be by your writing is exactly the man you are. So, you are one of the good ones and happy having you here
We consider you part of the crew,and how many times i instinctively had my silent gratitude ready to you while reading your comments.Today it comes loud -THANKS-And you are more than welcome in Rio
Such a pleasure having your presence and portuguese notes makingus feel at home, as someone can read us so accurately as identification on behavior, culture, response.Esperamos te encontrar logo aqui no Rio. As portas estão sempre abertas para você. Obrigada pelo apoio
The journey itself would loose the magic if it was straight plan from start till start over, the begining,the ending without being able to bump into the ones who make us stop in the middle,to replan again,to gain energy, to relax and enjoy the coordinate, to change or to like another direction,the joy ,the pushing and the freedom. You were aways included in this “the ones” list too
Waiting already for you! We love you but put yourself in front of your Mac and write some notes to tell you arrived safe and you are already missing us and Rio! yes..As predictable …separation anxiety and the first morning seems so nonsense and empty.Crazy! A month shared with the best leader, menthor, friend and what more to say about you as professional, as photographer. How to recover from that?A beautiful chapther was written. Let’s wait for Carnaval!
I just read your notes right now. I couldnt say enough thanks to you , cause that is not the first time you come out with heartwarming,kind and optmistic deferences. It means a lot to me, to us, to theriobook. It make us feel we reached the right people, and we did a good thing or a differet one. It also makes the idea, the process, the result,worthier enough to keep going.Evolving,provoking,rousing, evoking. Nice to meet you here
I’m very touched by your comments here, what a lovely soul you are.
I’m sure in the next week you will by doing laundry, petting the cat, hugging your mommy, and trying to come down from the incredible high you must be feeling.
This has been a very unique experience, I’ve been thinking how personal the book will feel to all of us who have been here. I can’t wait to see it. I also can’t wait to see what you come up with next. As always, you’re an incredible inspiration.
So,..Christmas shopping all done?
We dont know how… but you always manage to be helping and supporting David and crews directly, indirectly, or even in silence. You’re always there and it’d be hard to express how special you are because of that. Hope you know that, hope you can constantly listen our “thanks Thomas”(it is always there too)
And Gordon…I was on my way to say the same about you…”what a lovely soul you are”.I would say thanks to you for putting up with my English(the mistakes and jumbled confusing setences sometimes)and for the patience and attention when my posts tend to be long and tiring. Specially for understanding my pleasure and the point at all in my attempt to report (That way, I hope the English mistakes become forgivable)
Although the internet tends to be a cold place and it’s hard to read “between the lines” (no facial expressions to see sincerity) your vibe here made this place so warm!
Likewise it was great to meet you here.
In my own way I feel like if I know you and your sister Renata and Candy through David’s photographs.
I’ve been a loyal reader all the posts and comments here since the first day it was launched. I’m also a silent reader. You can notice that is my first public message. Maybe because of some insecurity about my English in a territory full of native english speakers,thinkers and smart minds , or maybe because you all did such a great job, that what i could say wouldnt be so necesary or add more than what you were already bringing here. Besides of that, Roberta’s writing is like reading my mind. Today it is different, cause Im so touched by the nature of the messages here carried by the end of this wonderful phase and the expectation in the next one. I really want and need to say Thanks. I owe to much to David, to be there everyday, to help somehow even Arts and Photography isnt my professional area. To be close of my sister and witness so much hard work and things being developed and walls being fulfilled and things that happened in front off my eyes that i couldnt believe, but david’s camera recorded all of them. That was a magic time. I didnt regret to have had my vacation after two years non stopping work, based on the time David would be in town. I knew it would be so much fun, and at the same time inspiring,and to spend my time with my sister, to help her (even im not professionally qualified for that..only if someone got hurted or in pain, or got some disease..what not happened..Hold on..David fell in the table in his devotee times taking pictures of the photos in the wall and he somehow broke all the glass..when i arrive he was like a fetus inside the table ‘s wood structure.It took me 30 sec to believe in what happened and to say something “-David, is your ass ok?” Something hurted, cut or bleeding?” David was fine..not even a scratch and bursting out laughing. Classic DAH in the last day with the head museum curator knocking the door ahahah ) There is no price for that. I never had a more intense time than that.Competing with those amazing moments, just days like today, reading these warming comments ,having my name here with David and Roberta .Thanks so much guys for making us feel so special!
Such a pleasure to read you!! Thanks for writing, and never ever worry about English, if the natives can’t decipher we’ll help them out, reading Roberta and you is heartwarming
Ok, so Paris was a glass door, Rio is a glass table.. wonder what’s next.. well, bandaid is on the strobe.. uhmm.. wonder if there’s a reason to that, always handy, just in case!
And David, thanks for all the sick jokes specially in the breakfast,your pearls and wisdom, debate about the female universe (When you write the book “Inside the female’s brain” I’m the first one going for it, for being the man who more saw me naked in the name of the great art and being the most trustful, respectful, gentle man and photograper(who could imagine that? ahahah So proud amigo). For helping my super Roberta in what matters the most, and for being our greatest friend! We love you
Thanks Eva. You are one of the reasons I think this comment section is so wonderful. And bandaid, how we never thought about this joke? That’s a good one. Glasses and spilling cofee.Never saw anyone drink and spill so much coffee on furniture, floor,tables. Funny disasters moments!
Why Eva, have you forgotten David also broke the glass ceiling by conducting this experimental workshop? Also, what about his shattering of the glass walls, and the way he demystified the creative process for us? (Well OK, maybe only a little bit of demystification.)
I just hope the glass of his lenses will stay whole, pure, and unbroken for a long, long time to come!
Roberta – thank you for the good words, given to everybody, including me. This will sound silly, but yesterday I hurriedly left a comment without reading others. Today, I came back and read. And now my eyes sting and water. And it was confident specifically that first brought that water to my eyes, although I feel touched all around. Somehow, we who frequent here and on Burn really are not only a community of sorts but a family.
When you told me what David said, I could picture him so clearly and I felt but one thing – love. In seeking out the help and advise of a master, as I have sought David’s one does not expect to necessarily find the kind of thing that David has shared with all of us here, and, subsequently, we have shared with each other.
Yet, that is what is here. I want to name everybody like you did, but I fear I would leave someone out.
What I am wondering is, where is Civi?
Civi, we need your words! This experience cannot come to an end without your words! Other than David himself, you are the great dispenser of love and community on this forum – not a bad word for anybody. Just love and consideration.
Only David and The Rio Book to allow me more time with Renata in one moth than what I had in those last two years. None was more helpful,handful, fun, party queen,the last one stop dancing,organizing food,decoration, my lists, my papers,and constant advices, and still ready beautiful when David needed, thefirst one at david’s door, taking care everyone as Renata did. Resinha (known as Renata) I love you so much sis
FROSTFROG:you only endorsed what i mentioned and thought about you.Sweet…
And CIVI and PANOS..where are you? So important to know you are here, the expectation that your adorable lines will come.Make that happen ! Please?
Gordon and Eva..thanks again for making us feel so welcome.And Gordon, it is a strong but sweet brazilian accent
Jeff..How couldnt I extend another super thanks to you for all the enlightening artistic input inside the contents, context and accessory tracks for better visual digestion? I reflected a lot reading your comments and opinions
Why get parted? Even if this would be the last post here (I do hope it is not), there’s BURN one click away. Not the same of course, not the same intensity, could not be, no way to keep going forever like this, but still photography, discussions about and around our passion, lots to learn not only about pictures, but life and the world (just look at the last post about Egypt)… worth to check out the site for sure, David’s other baby.. and keep in touch and get involved..
Hmmm.. I wonder, what was the first frame David took on the northern hemishpere..
Burn is an amazing on-line magazine being a showcase for photography and a FORUM for photographers to learn and share. But the Rio blog is/was mesmerising in a different way, being so connected with the passions and life and work of the ONE maestro each day..
for all of us in Rio and for all of you this was just the damndest thing….electric…vibes in all directions….from us to you , from you to us….i am still answering a few questions under the last wall post…and i will make one last post here from home to answer any more…but yes yes this just worked …whenever something really cool happens our inclination is to try to repeat it…but i am not so sure we could ever do it….this was a one of a kind…perhaps we print this whole month out as something useful for others…i do not know..we will see…now i just need to rest…i did not sleep for the whole month as you can imagine…if Christmas was not upon us, i probably would still be there…but you know the deadline is always a good thing…forces one to completion..given too much time and things might not be the same…the clock running out is the thing we hate the most and yet the thing that makes us friggin MOVE….love it!!
you all have been just terrific…and honestly a PART OF IT FOR REAL…we all knew you were there… so much fun all around….
peace, Happy Holidays to all…big hugs all around….
Welcome home! it was truly an amzing ride. This was one of THE BEST learning experiences for any aspiring photographers. I have not commented much, but have absorbed everything and have just taken it all in. Thank you for giving so much of yourself back passing it on to the next generation.
I am sure the excitement that comes from the actual EXPERIENCE in the past month (and few years) is enough soul food to keep you going for a while…Not only for you, but for everyone that has been involved in it and following along…My question to you is that now that you have put in all the HARD work, assembled all of your raw material, and have the major framework for the book: What is the plan now in terms of getting it published? It seems that the next stage is just as important as the last three years of work considering it is THE BOOK itself that you get to hold when all is said and done, right?
im just pissed coz i made it to the fountain and i managed to stay thirsty..
i almost made it to Rio but bureaucratic bull/visas passports etc stopped me at the gate..This last month was (and still is) all about family to me..in greece, in the States etc..but but but another part of MY family (Roberta and the amazing RIO CREW )ARE still in magical RIO..
yes yes..our family, my family that thanks to DAH is expanding!
big thanks to all..but biggest THANKS to Roberta…She is bigger than life, bigger than Pele…
viva Roberta…see u soon…!!!
I AM HERE…and THERE…as EVA says…I am traveling up,up and high…
I am crossing waters…
LOVE,LOVE and RESPECT for ALL of your amazing good spirits…
RENATA,ROBERTA,BURNING CREW in RIO,BURNING CREW in BURNLAND…
MY LOVELY BURNIANS…MR.HARVEY…oime…
YOU are all in my heart…I am smiling when I think of you…
and sometimes I laugh out loud…and when I laugh I fart…I guess it comes with the
I am so happy…no words to express my feelings…
only this I have to say…
one day you will all come to your civilian’s house and the rest …will be in History…!!!
VIVA amigos…and don’t forget…WE ARE ALL BURNING together…
P.S Spread the news…like garlic on fresh bread…:)))))))))))))))))))
Greece in Reverse
Well this is panos (tamale)… I need to be honest with everyone about everything…She (Vissaria) photographs everything with a little kodak $100 camera…(maybe couple photos used my old D50 to shoot my “middle finger” photo, (yes that ugly middle finger is mine:), no fancy stuff..no photoshop, no photo mechanic, no aperture, no fancy canons, nikons, leicas, smeicas…blah blah blah… I need to make it VERY VERY CLEAR… i NEVER ever MENTORED HER in any way…I never even tried to teach her how to turn the camera on (maybe because i didn’t want another venice beach homeless photographer in the making…laughing). If i influenced her in any way is because she would always see me with a camera around my neck, or my computer screen would permanently “stuck” on the BURN MAGAZINE webpage…Maybe we watched couple of burn essays here and there, if that….Not that i know for sure but i believe that she was conceived in Venice Beach….she is a little bit of an outlaw and very stubborn, smiling… So anyway, once again she practically lived half of her life in the plastic, fake , glamorous California and the rest half of her life (REMEMBER AGAIN, SHE IS ONLY 10 YEARS OLD little girl) in tortured Greece, in the small town called Arta…How funny? (ART)a… a little town that believe me that was nothing to do with art… but a lot to do with recession….I believe that after Vissaria moved from the Golden State to the Broken State, that definitely affected her…you will see that in her photos…Two things (i believe) “drive” her… Love and compassion…Im sure her heart breaks when she watches little starving homeless kids in her little town…Greece that ended up being something like our Detroit or Venice Beach…
ok, enough…i definitely failed to “describe” her personality but its all good..look at her essay/photos and the music she chosen is from a school choir…i will translate the song lyrics later..ok…done talking…
Ladies and gentlemen please enjoy the YOUNGEST and most TALENTED photog i ever met…My little niece Vissaria
(btw, her work is work in progress of course…so be patient there must be more coming up..Im thinking to use my next unemployment check and buy her a real Leica…laughing)
10 years old, little girl
Born in Santa Monica, LA, California, currently living in Greece… She loves ballet and music (flute)… Never worked a day in her life…laughing… only because the law forbids/prevents 10 year olds from working … In reality she is a HARD WORKER just like her dad and her mom… Vissaria started photographing and painting at age 5… currently recording the recession in Greece…
“Memory demands an image”
Rituals and traditions represent a very strong manifestation of the Greek way of life. It can be sensuous, surreal, mysterious and always loaded with the indelible sparkles of memory. I look at these traditions not as isolated events but as part of the life and spirit of my place. As photographer, I am allured by the idea of traveling. Going to different places, often without fixed ideas, just hoping for a prolific encounter with anything I may happen to stumble across. But since this is not always possible, I have to take advantage of what is around me, even outside my doorstep. I have to try to understand it and articulate it in a meaningful way. I am not very good in elaborating on an intellectual idea with the camera. I feel the camera as part of my heart, an extension of my intuition. I’m not sure about the documentary nature of these photographs, but for sure it is undermined by my responsive approach. It’s a rather subjective experience, constructing metaphors of my own narrative, through which I try to awake memories and to identify my cultural origins.
I was born in Greece in 1962. I studied sociology and in 1985 I enrolled in a two year photography course in Athens. I have recently attended a workshop with Nikos Economopoulos, one of the photographers I greatly admire. I am an amateur with some occasional publications of my work that subsidize my income together with my freelance travel writing.
I consider myself a street photographer more than anything else. I relate to the world by taking pictures and I give back slightly altered something of what I have been given.
It’s an emotional exchange and the highest reward I can expect from photography.
“Feast day” was not conceived as a series until much later when I felt I had a lot of singles with a common thread. The images were shot in my home island Zakynthos and other towns of south-west Greece, between 2006 and 2010.
A different edit has been first published in Geotropio magazine. The series has not been completed.
Wandering in Greece
…I lived half of my life in Grecolandia…& half in Los Angeles….
Half of my life i was dressed up in sheep-skin and half of my life in plastic…
Half of my life i was riding donkeys and half driving wild mustangs…
Half of my life i was staring mustaches and half staring at platinum blond highlights..
It wasn’t curiosity that brought me back…im not here anyways but i’m not there either…
Homer made it back to Penelope..Made it back to Ithaca…
but Homer was a lier in the end..He lied to please the king…
but Kavafis…ahhh Kavafis told the truth…Its all about the travel..not the destination…
it’s the doomed , the holy trip to that imaginary Ithaca…the El Dorado does not exist…
it’s the search for the El Dorado that counts…
When i left from the “sheep” city to find my “el dorado” i made it to the “plastic” city…
Half of my life i was believing in Homer…
Half of my life later i realized that there are no El Dorados..Its just a vast endless ocean ahead..
that leads nowhere but …but im not afraid anymore..i can accept it now..im not scared..
Things dont change..but we do..
Almost a month ago my boat decided to revisit…
Highway 61 Revisited as my good friend Bob Dylan said…
Above (essay) is what i saw..how i got connected with Grecolandia in the period of a month…
I’m riding a tired donkey once again…
I left my pirate ship back in venice beach to take a break…
Now im on the fast lane of that Grecolandia Highway 61 , speeding…on a slow donkey..
Reuniting, reconnecting with my family…
whats not to love?
Enjoy…because i dont know how long my “donkey” will last…
Panos Skoulidas bio,
the story of “Till Eulenspiegel”…
…According to the tradition, he was born in Grecolandia around 1300. He travelled through the Holy Roman Empire (Americanlandia , especially Northern US, but also the Low Countries, Bohemia, and Grecolandia. He is presented as a trickster or fool who played practical jokes on his contemporaries, exposing vices at every turn, greed and folly, hypocrisy and foolishness…With Eulenspiegel’s death occurs the entry of the embodied trickster-animus into the medium of things spiritual, the form of existence of pure spirituality so that the soul has seen through itself by way of its own spirituality and knows itself as living spiritual life: Eulenspiegel is still alive.The literal translation of the High German name “Eulenspiegel” gives “owl mirror”, two symbols that identify Till Eulenspiegel in crude popular woodcuts. However, the original Low German is believed to be ul’n Spegel, meaning “wipe the arse”.
Comments are wide open on this essay.. Panos will surely jump in whenever he can..
Many thanks… david alan harvey
victims of police tear gas attack (below), and fires started by protesters (above), choke the citizens of Athens as riots grip the city
Athens on Fire: Photographs and text by Panos Skoulidas Athens, Greece December 7, 2009
a YEAR AGO FROM TODAY…POLICE SHOT AND KILLED A 15 YEAR OLD KID…
His name was ALEXIS…15 year old…
Last year was on fire for a whole month…
A year later…in his memory..
All schools are closed..Thousands of students protesting in the middle of Athens..
The “Kratos”…the state … ( GOVERNMENT )named all those students as “ANARCHISTS”…
900 ARE DETAINED SINCE YESTERDAY…
i was briefly detained two nights ago… but my American citizenship helped me out..
The police ( ordered by the Greek government )…are out of control…
THEY VIOLATE EVERY HUMAN RIGHT POSSIBLE…
let me explain:..They stop you in the middle of the street…ask for id or passport..
if you do not have one you get arrested..
if you are an immigrant..you are jailed for 3 months at least…
Greek police with no authorization .
interrogates, harasses and jails “illegal” immigrants…
If you are a student , poor…or look “weird” you are immediately detained and charged as a terrorist..
All that because Greece is close to bankruptcy…
Despair,high rates of unemployment… corrupted politicians…
dirty church leaders…etc..
If you dare to protest….then you go to jail…
you are a terrorist…
Greece is the only European country that still send to jail drug users…
The only country in the western world that fails to understand that drug use is a disease and not a crime..
What a shame for the country that gave birth to Socrates and invented Democracy..
(editor’s note: the above photo and caption provided by Skoulidas and is considered an editorial..few facts on this are known by Burn at the moment of publication..dah)
Wall of Death by Jonnek Jonneksson
This photo is taken at a traditional motorcycle show that takes place since 1930 in USA, Great Britain and some countries in the Balkans. It’s called “Wall of Death”, as the man who rides the motorcycle and overriding the law of gravity climbing on a vertical wall, risks his life.
This specific show that I have photographed took place in northern Greece, at a traditional popular fun fair. The show with its material components is passed from father to son since 1950 and it runs through 3 generations so far. They are supposed to be the last “Wall of Death” showmen in Europe and one of the few that perform it in the world.
Website: Jonnek Jonneksson