Sunday musings. See story BurnMagazine.org So I didn’t move today and for this picture taken just now I did not get out of my chair by the fire. The afternoon light always does amazing things in my house . Different every day. Here is Mike Halminski’s “Seashell” and some slides that need filing and my grandmother’s chair and pillows from India and woven women’s belts from Maya Guatamala and my dad’s sled and my photo from college and my nearly beyond repair fave porch swing..Not much going on here. Perfect. Sunday musings.]]>
For me this is a lazy Sunday afternoon. Seems I don’t get many lazy Sunday afternoons. Yet I am cherishing this one. It’s cool outside, I have a fire going, and I’m just talking to my cats. They do not seem to be listening, which is fine.
I have been shooting quite a bit in Rio since 2010. First with a NatGeo piece on Rio. Straight up documentary photojournalism. Then with my book, (based on a true story), which does not mention “Rio” at all. Why? Because my personal life was mixed in the with pure documentary and I did not want anyone to think (based on a true story) was a “report” about Rio de Janeiro. It was all documentary, but it was not journalism.
Now with the upcoming BeachGames zine (photos here) I went all out and didn’t make any attempt at mixing a reportage coverage with the life I was living. So BeachGames is on the same stage as (based on a true story) except that it is a true story. Again, not journalism at all, yet a personal diary of my 3 months of shooting within the last year. Black & white. Conventional wisdom told me not to go back to the same well. Suicide creatively? Trying to do the same thing twice? Yet I felt like doing it, so I did it. No other justifications. I will take the critique.
Yet now I am done. Finished with my photographic romance with Rio. Will I return to Rio? Sure I will. For vacation, for workshops, to see my good Carioca friends. Yet I know when I am finished shooting something. In this case, it took two books to finish. Both with different moods, both with different things to say. Both taking me away from conventional reporting and closer to the novella mentality, where I think I will stay. In the end, novelists interest me more than reporters. I see a type of truth in fiction. All barriers lifted. Nobody really makes things up. You cannot write about or photograph something well if you have not lived it. I will leave straight reportage for others who do it so well.
After years of using one place as fodder for work, when its over there is some sort of post shoot nostalgia. A sweet exhaustion. The way we all feel after we have put everything into something. Knowing we did all we could do, yet always wondering if we could have done more. Yet I feel I really squeezed the lemon. No more juice left. Time to move on. Cuba? Cartagena? or just my own Outer Banks world? I cannot know right now.
Ok time to go take a hike in the dunes. Late afternoon light beckons. My cats will follow me. Rio seems far away. Yet always always near.
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Four trees. #leica #monochrom #storm #rio]]>
Verona at midnight. #monochrom #verona]]>
Today I went to l’Île de la Cité, when I came to the point, I saw a lady dancing by herself under a big weeping tree. It was very mysterious. She was dancing with the tree. @burndiary #paris @michella_bredahl]]>
#paris #burndiary @michella_bredahl]]>
Woman on phone. Jardin du Port de l’Arsenal. #paris @michella_bredahl]]>
Carnaval, Rio de Janeiro. Part of a series of my Brazil work for Leica M magazine upcoming. Leica M9. #Rio #carnaval #leica]]>
Marylin sleeping. Riding metro line 11 from Belleville to Châtelet #paris @michella_bredahl]]>
A man standing in the rain in the Parc George Brassens]]>
I am not a tech person at all, yet I do take pride in my ability to hand hold slow shutter speeds. Yoga trance. This image from Bahia on ISO 50 film must hv had me wide open 1.4 at a quarter of a second. I love slow film in low light. No other look quite like it. Upcoming piece in Leica M features my Brazil work. Nice n easy #Bahia #Brazil #leica]]>
Anna and Maëva. Hugging at Rue de la Roquette]]>
Everytime I am in Paris, I like to go and visit my friend, Clairside. I met her last year in the Cemetery of Père Lachaise playing with her kids. Today her daughter had received a vaccine and she was proudly showing me her plaster. @michella_bredahl]]>
This is my first post for @burndiary My name is @michella_bredahl and I am from Copenhagen. I will be posting this week for you. I have just arrived by myself to Paris, where I will spend the next three months. I don’t know what this week will bring me. I am happy to take you on this journey. Bonne soirée a tous!]]>
Bruno photographs Rafaella in black & white. Dasha texts Bruno in the early morning light. Stay tuned for my upcoming BeachGames. The zine. Now in production. A true story from Rio. #BurnBooks #rio #beachgames #burnmagazine]]>
Late Night. BeachGames zine coming soon. True stories with witnesses. #beachgames #rio #burnmagazine #BurnBooks]]>
I rarely, if ever, take sunrise or sunset pictures. My good neighbor in the Outer Banks @obxhomepage Frank owns that territory here. Yet after being sick in bed for two days, I climbed the sand dune in front of my house this morning, saw this, and could not resist, That line of cottages are the last of the original Nags Head summer cottages, most around 60-90 years old. Probably about 40 of them left. When the first mainlanders built here the beachfront property was free. Homestead law. The outer banks were considered uninhabitable at the time. That property isn’t free anymore, and about 35,000 year around residents call this fragile strip of sand home. This is one of the reasons why. #outerbanks]]>