Mariah Leal Paes from Rio de Janeiro was a finalist in BurnMagazine’s Emerging Photographer Fund 2015 and I Skyped with her a few days ago. I usually take pictures when I’m speaking with someone on Skype or FaceTime and have a fun little series of portraits. Search Mariah on Burn and see her essay .Our EPF is being juried right now with the recipients being announced in early June . 10k for the top spot and 5k for the Fujifilm under 25 category. Mariah’s essay Mom Tales was a poignant portrayal of her addict mother. Stay tuned for EPF winners .See my behind the scenes on SnapChat user name davidalanharvey #EPF #burnmagazine]]>
Double drop in ( splitting the peak) at the Rodanthe NC fishing pier at last light 5/21/16.#outerbanks #surfing #surfers #waves #rodanthe]]>
For the last three years I have been focusing on the middle-class area in which I live in Rio de Janeiro. In a city that often summons the same repetitive figures, this is hard to locate mentally. There is a succession of residential blocks, office buildings and huge expanses of wastelands, open outlooks onto emptiness and silence, the ocean that is never far from sight and lone people passing by. Favelas are few and far between; renowned tourist areas are distant. In fact, where are we exactly? And when? And there is almost always a humid and milky light creating vagueness and obscuring benchmarks.Yet there is nothing peripheral about this urban fabric, it amounts to 2/3 of the total area of the city and 70% of the Cariocas reside there. This is where, but by default, the turbulent state that has rocked Brazil for the last years resounds most distinctly: an economic crisis that is increasingly becoming an existential one.
There is unspoken correspondence between the locations and the individuals. Against this uncertain urban setting solitary figures appear momentarily suspended in anticipation of an imminent downturn, as if searching for a balance located somewhere between a fading order and its resurgence.
Vincent Catala lives and works in Rio de Janeiro (Brazil), where he settled in 2013, coming from France. He became a photographer in 2006 after having experienced various trades. Specializing in long-term, in depth projects, Vincent discusses and contextualizes the bonds between the individual and his space, and their subjective representations: loneliness, freedom, place in the world. His work has appeared in Le Monde, Télérama, The Sunday Times Magazine, The National Geographic, Revista ZUM, among other publications. He has also been exhibited in numerous shows and festivals including Nuit de l’année, RIP Arles (France, 2011 and 2014), Galerie Dupon (France, 2011), Encontros da Imagem (Portugal, 2011), Festival Circulation(s) (France, 2012), Gallery Dar Al Anda (Jordan, 2013 and 2014), Musée André Villers (France, 2015). Since 2015 his work is held in the permanent collection of Gilberto Chateaubriand (Museum of Modern Art / Rio de Janeiro).
He is a member of Paris based Agence VU’.
Rodanthe NC. 5/21/16]]>
A week left at home and I’m soaking up every moment. By the way the only reason I give you my thinking process is to perhaps help some of you who may be interested in the narrative process I use to do books and for magazine assignments. To help you think of your own potential projects. So I’m relaxing and yet my mind is racing at 100 mph .. next book . anguish.. BeachGames ? Or Family Drive? I’m somehow shooting on both simultaneous . Nuts. Or maybe not. Tonight dinner with friends and my fave Tortuga’s and window reflections for the BeachGames folder. #obx]]>
Nicol is looking at the mess on one of my work tables and rather than deal with trying to explain to her this organizational nightmare she must fix, I resort to just making this iPhone shot. My randomly sequenced press proof sheets from my Rio book “Based on a True Story” are tacked to the wall. One of these days I’ll get organized. One of these days. #outerbanks #iphone]]>
This is a small section of the jumbled mess of stuff that sits on the narrow mantle over my fireplace. I never actually placed anything on it in any particular order nor for any particular reason. Things just ended up there. My whole decorating scheme is no decorating scheme. No theme. Random. But whatever it is must be the real me.]]>
Sand fence. Jockeys Ridge State Park. May 17, 2016. Spring storm. Yes, I travel . I’m now ready to roll on an Italian adventure. Yet I’m always shooting at home as well. I lead a modest lifestyle but I am luckily bordered with this state park which is effectively my front yard. I even think it’s “mine”. Nobody ever wanders into these near dunes except me and my cats who follow.#outerbanks #nagshead]]>