Hanging out at a kiosko in Rio.

If you are in Rio join me tonight at Atelie da Imagem in Urca. I will be signing gratis copies of a large format magazine version of my book (based on a true story). Payback pay forward. Works!

79 Responses to “Hanging out at a kiosko in Rio.”

  • Andrew. First thing tommorow i will get on it.

  • JOHN
    thank you – no hurry

    Just got rid of my GF1 20mm f/1.7 combo. It was fun, as well.

  • Andrew yeah this app Action Movie FX free version brings the child out:)

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    Happy month!!!

    Amazing links JOHNYG…!!!

    PANOS can you send some of the “booms” over here…:)I need some for the Greek goverment…boom!!!

    GF1= GoFind 1…hihii

  • Ross and Akaky…

    The camera itself is fine and I’ve got the 20mm lens. It’s just that I’m not very enthusiastic about the files it produces. I find the raw files noisy and the colour rendition is atrocious. Maybe having used full frame digital since they first came out is a handicap. I end up always pulling out any other camera I own.

  • Andrew B…

    I tried the X100S the other day and the files are awesome and it reminds me a hell of a lot more of my M6 than an M9 does.

  • Paul; I’ve finally come (yes I know it’s taken me a while, but I am a slow learner!) that I’m not too worried about the actual or perceived technical faults. It’s a case of making whatever limitations you find into a plus point. If it’s noisy; make it noisier etc! ;-)

  • True, working with the GX’s RAW files is a pain. And I don’t have Photoshop so I have to use the bundled software to do anything with them, and it goes without saying that the bundled software was translated from Japanese into English by a non-English speaking computer. Figuring out what the hell they were talking about was just a ton of fun, to say the least. I use the same basic recipe for most of the pictures I take with the GX, so I have a good idea of what the final product is going to look like even if the RAW files look like crap.

  • Anyway, I pulled the Solomon bit out of the freezer just to add something to the conversation. This one’s fresh off the griddle. Enjoy!

    The American shad is a pelagic fish, which I understand has nothing to do with the fourth century heresiarch Pelagius or his denial of the orthodox Christian doctrine of original sin, a belief that led St. Jerome to call Pelagius an ignorant liar stuffed with Irish porridge, amongst other negative things, and everything to do with the American shad’s preference for living in the open sea far from the sight of land, where calls from telemarketers, bill collectors, and mooching relatives need never trouble them. Living in the open sea is a good thing; I’m sure the shad think so or they wouldn’t bother living there, given the property taxes out in that neck of the woods, but every year the American shad wearies of this near idyllic existence and gather together in great schools several hundred thousand strong and then head for the rivers and estuaries of North America’s eastern coast like so many Rotarians, Elks, Odd Fellows, or the fraternal organization of your choice going to their organization’s annual convention in Las Vegas. The shad head for the East Coast of America for pretty much the same reason that our Rotarians et al go to Vegas—sex—although the shad make less of a song and dance about their reasons for heading for shore. The shad, after all, are not leaving the little lady behind to keep the home fires burning; nope, the old ball and chain is going with the guys and aims to have just as much fun whooping it up as they do. There’ll be no sexual double standards here, thank you very much; this is a Democratic Party stronghold and don’t you forget it, buster.

    For those of us who live near a river on the eastern coast of the United States, and yes, this category includes me, the arrival of the shad is one of the great signs of spring, along with allergies, baseball season, gnats, and having to do your income taxes, and no sooner does the shad run commence than the highways and byways of our happy little burg become lined to the danger point with cars, vans, pickup trucks, SUVs, and such other conveyances that will hold truly prodigious amounts of fishing equipment. This annual invasion of dedicated sportsmen is annoying in the extreme for those of us who live here, as our Izaak Walton wannabes seldom bother to look both ways when crossing the streets. What’s worse, or at least I think so, is that these people apparently believe that carrying a fishing rod and a tackle box conveys upon them some form of immunity from the vehicle and traffic laws of the Vampire State as well as an exemption from the laws of physics. So if any of you people, and you know who you are, are reading this, please be aware that waving your fishing rod at my thirteen year old Ford will not stop the car dead in its tracks; fishing rods are by no stretch of the imagination magic wands and this trick will no more work with my car than it will with a locomotive coming down the line. Except, of course, if I run you down, you know the law says it’s my fault, no matter how stupid you were, whereas if the train hits you and smears your dumb carcass over a mile of railroad track scores of people, including me, will read your obituary and mock you for trying to stop a locomotive with a fishing rod, and we will be happy that you have chosen to remove yourself from the gene pool. Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life to improve the species. It’s a small victory, but they add up, you know, yes they do.

    Arterialscerlosis is the order of the day on the Internet these days as well and I trust I didn’t hurt your neck with that segue to another subject, but I cannot help but notice the increasing narrowing of the information superhighway. For example, whenever I go online I must face a plethora of ads that promise to teach men fifty years old and over, yet another category that includes me, unfortunately, Spanish, French, and/or Italian with one simple trick. I know why this is happening; I have been going to my local public library and using the online French language program to teach myself a little bit of the language in preparation for a proposed expedition to the City of Light later this year. I have not been studying the language assiduously—I do nothing assiduously, I fear, except whine about my fate to all and sundry—and I can categorically state that after two and a half hours of not very intensive study my French is somewhat less good than my Spanish, a language that I have not been studying assiduously since high school. So I guess there’s hope for me yet. Also, I am not sure that this trip is even possible at this point, and to paraphrase Will Rogers, I am wasting no time on a prospect.

    In any case, these cyberlinguistic Burma-Shave signs promising me deliverance from the drudgery of learning French irregular verb conjugations with one simple trick invariably come with a photo of an attractive young lady of uncertain national origin whose primary assets are her nice looks, her nice smile, and her overly impressive bosom, which I do not understand, since everything about this young lady is designed to make me forget the various conjugations of avoir (to have) faster than I learned them. I therefore suspect that she is not the one simple trick the advertisers promise I can use to unlock my inner Cyrano de Bergerac; if she were, then Hugh Hefner would, by definition, be able to speak all the living languages of the Earth and most of the dead ones, including Pictish and Akkadian, high school foreign language programs would require their students to read Playboy as homework from one end of this our Great Republic to the other, and Viagra would replace Ritalin and Prozac as the pedagogical drug of choice in the nation’s schools. That Playboy is not required reading tells me that learning French and Spanish is more difficult than this one simple trick can handle and that the purpose of the young lady is to distract my attention while these jokers loot my checking account. The thing, of course, is that I’m not fifteen anymore. When I was fifteen this dodge would have worked in a New York minute; when most of your body weight is testosterone almost anything sounds sensible if presented in the right package; but a couple of generations have come and gone since high school, I fear, and most of my body weight is cholesterol now, a substance not nearly interesting as testosterone, as I am sure a good many people out there can verify. Avoir, aurai, avais, ayant…I haven’t gotten the present tense yet, but I’m working on it.

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    ΑΚΑΚΥ is reporting…and here we have it!!!

    Artiriosklirosis…hihii…at least he writes some Greek words and I get a clue …hiihii

    BURNIANS …LADIES…hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo !!!


    well, as i said i have always wanted to do something like this…i mean i do always try to bring pictures back to people as i am shooting, yet nobody ever gets to see the final product..most of my NatGeo subjects for example never see a copy of the magazine….a few copies get distributed but the majority never see anything printed…i must say this has been fun…still only a gesture…yet far and away the most rewarding payback to the subjects i have ever been able to do….

    we are also in the favelas doing flour and water “pastings” on walls the whole book/magazine..a street exhibition if you will…again, a whole new experience….

    you have any east coast trips coming? i will be OBX a good hunk of the summer (i hope)…so stop by please

    cheers, david


    i lived in Richmond, Virginia for many years….the James River full of shad in the spring….and if you wanted to get elected governor or mayor or representative or get any publicly elected job, you sure as hell had better get to a good old shad planking if you wanted the vote….as usual, thanks for your insights…who are you really?

    cheers, david

  • PAUL

    i have been shooting with the X100S for all of the Dubai work and shooting with it now in Rio….i agree the files are amazing…i do find it slower to work with than the GF1 however…slower auto focus…super annoying on the start up after the camera sleeps…and not as user friendly as the GF1 w the menu bit..i can get hopelessly lost in the menu and also can get in all kinds of trouble by accidentally hitting the wrong button on the back…what i want is the GF1 with the X100S files!!! and so it goes and so it goes….

    by the way, not sure if anyone in this audience has been to any of my exhibitions in the last year, but the 64×44 inch prints Mike Courvoisier has made for me from the GF1 look fine right next to the M9 prints…my very best pictures in the last year were made with the GF1…so damned user friendly , loose…easy….wish they had just worked on improving that camera…the GX1 just is not the same to use….meanwhile my D800 which is just a terrific camera technically mostly sits unused..for whatever reasons, i tend to go iPhone and point and shoot camera OR all the way to Mamiya VII and film…..i guess if i am going “big” camera i just want film….in the 35mm size digi fine…but still the medium format film beats em all….

    cheers, david

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    and yeah…AKAKIE, who are you??? …really…

  • Arterialscerlosis, Civi, not arterioscerlosis. The latter is a super serious medical condition that you should see a doctor about promptly, the former is a word I made up three days ago to denote the narrowing of public streets due to idiots with fishing rods hereabouts. And who am I really? No one. Just another dull and uninteresting civil service cipher. You can ask anybody.

  • Akaky, if CIVI can make it to LOOK3, you can, too!

    I think taking a cab or bus reduces the emotional impact of arterialscerlosis when leaving the city….

  • David…

    Those X100S files stand out a mile away compared to files from most other digital cameras. The first time I saw my playing about test shots with the 100XS on my screen they immediately reminded me of the intensity of good old Fuji Velvia. Your latest Rio work reminds me of the beautiful colours from Divided Soul.
    BTW I also lived in Richmond Virginia as a kid round about 1981.

  • Akaky….

    A quick word of caution about the Gx1. Be extremely careful with the LCD screen, its extremely delicate. I managed to somehow ruin my screen after having wiped the ketchup off my eldest son’s cheek as we ate lunch at Burger King…

  • Here’s an interesting Alec Soth interview. In a nutshell he says; do the work first……


  • a civilian-mass audience

    I love YOU ALL…

    Thank you,thank you,thank you…that’s how I feel today…I want to thank you ALL…!!!

    please,don’t forget to say: thank you and I love you to the people who are next to you

    reporting from Grecolandia…

    P.S AKAKY,you are our AKAKY!!!

  • Unless you prefer vimeo? (give it couple more minutes to encode etc;)


  • Has anyone used Blurb or some other service like it? My brother got married on Saturday and I’m thinking of putting the pictures I took in a book for them instead of burning a CD and I was just wondering which service works the best for this sort of thing. Anyone have any ideas? TIA

  • Akaky, I haven’t used it yet, but I bought a Groupon good for a “classic custom” book layout here:


    When I went to the site they also had a 50% coupon. It looks like decent quality paper, some nice options available, and I have a friend who was pleased with the results from there.

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