julp

אויר

2012-03-03T14:34:00.001+01:00

Neigbouring Troy, I ran into three greek goddesses ... The secret was laid like a goldfish (ec)static in the air. Not yet half a world away from civilisation, the figure recalls that love has been defused as Europe merely captured in daydream & mayhem. She quitted, skimmed world class cities. So the deity hit Chicago with random forces. Some more overplayed myths have been eluded from the box. And we just acknowledged that the image was a mirage.

Topolinome

2012-02-27T17:23:00.000+01:00

RE-cycles

2012-02-21T16:12:00.001+01:00

Merde in France

I feel like a Jacques Dutronc'song. I want to swear like a Christmas tree in February. İt's been all over now. The dwarf who act like he run the country has almost shuttered its hope to look forward while the ghost of Victor Hugo took a holiday from the Romans, their nightlife & eventual remarquable pantheon.

He's been wandering a little while in the Arabian sea. Go & get lost with it... man !

But my dog's vet still bark at the facts. The guy isn't that blind and the dog is worth a million. İt's an Afghan Hound & for some reasons he (h)ate Hungarian stuff when a puppy & still fancy the flesh.

What can I do ? İ kinda dislike dogs anyways. And my vet said : "the nation(s) seethed with anger over the allegations. Telling the French they're like nazis equal insulting the German !"

I propose a divorce. Something fair & made of wood. A ply to refurbish a bit the descending swerve of an UN-natural disaster + to consider MONEY for what it means.

My vet isn't finnish but he like pastrami & always said I should get married with a swede.

dent emfatic

2012-02-19T13:18:00.002+01:00

When the first spaceship reached the moon, the astronauts didn't find anyone. What they did find were a million craters. At first, the astronauts thought those craters were ancient graves of people who had once lived on the moon. Only when they looked closely did they discover that those craters were just thoughts about nothing.

Etgar Keret

fEUd

2012-02-14T17:29:00.002+01:00

Menu 4 dwellers of Europe in the making :

Start it with Porto & white chocolate.

Upgrade the Greek myth with english sage aromatizing frog legs & fried belgian macaronis served on a bed of soft german cheese & chopped deutch sausages with a polish fondue on the side.

The whole accomodated in a swarming of hungarian wines.

Finish it with a sweet almond spanish omelette...

And drench it with this historically famous Vichy water if you dare leaving the pear & cherry away.

Tal

2012-02-09T16:04:00.000+01:00

(NYC 2011)

La Rivage des Syrtes

2011-11-18T04:44:00.011+01:00

Comments ON : A first super bravo 4 SM & his Senator... Second B, I am so sorry I left my back in Wall Street last april, as I am "révolté" by the whole french US affair(e) startin' in mid-may in NYC. Here & there & in the same place IT draw a line (+disgust) to watch some freed pigs actions on the american (or non-american) public space -{I've gathered it all, & I may consider my `Miami-vice´ exposition last january as a personal "précédent"}..! C fourth, a new 4th estate nominal to leisurable, or not, pandering activities of a multitude ¡ D sixth is for secret(s) but E fifth or a dimensional look at the middle class of some old poor count(r)ies having probably moved foward quite a bit over the last years ... Perhaps Y seventh, when 4 sure there are PHOTOS looking much better without words

Conduit

2011-11-15T21:30:00.011+01:00

(China 2010)

! Indignants (sic) should be SUPER angry !
>> really 99 to 1 % ? ... and is it going home now ?

Suit(e)

2011-10-11T09:17:00.009+02:00

Understanding
was
like
a
guarantee
of
depression,
but
it
was
an
approach
to
the
truth.

Paul Theroux The old patagonian express

La Fin de la Jalousie

2011-09-13T04:44:00.010+02:00

(Manaus 2011)

[S]TALKER or the mischievous Polo and Rita's story listening to the Police after they had left behind Dali but not their inclination to merge with natural instinct.
The word cast scenarios, from a world of information, unravel portraiture in the form of moving images which are not always to be screened. The waiter is not on film but fiction, cultures, still photography and an orgy of landscapes behold the director will to portray. It's also Konrad Lorenz with an essay on agressivity in the stairs and a cloud of bees in the air.
Some reality was muttered while the dreamer couldn't sleep. The roles were reverse. Rita returned to Bali and Polo to San Giuliano.
Stillness Is The Move as sing it the Dirty Projectors.

The Word

2011-09-13T03:58:00.004+02:00

Surface for SUR as in Surrealist to suffuse the 'genre' in the field of photography. Something about reality.
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(Peru & Bolivia 2011)

El Ojo A Dentro

2011-08-04T18:45:00.023+02:00

(Copacabana - Bolivia 2011)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/41259544@N06/
Somewhere in South America, I ran into Key again.
He couldn't really help it.
He was taking pictures most of the time.

Vent

2011-08-04T18:14:00.002+02:00

Slit Gong (Atingting Kon) 1960s - Ambrym island, Vanuatu

Sidewalking

2011-06-26T20:34:00.001+02:00

2011-06-26T20:12:00.002+02:00

"Springtime in New York" April 2011

The State Of Consumption

2011-06-26T19:53:00.005+02:00

"There is a place..."

julpkrauss.wordpress.com/2011/01/31/japonceuponatime/

Kleiner Ausschnitt

2011-05-30T06:29:00.008+02:00

(China 2010)

"Les sociétés des grands socles continentaux, malgré leur religions "révélées" et le caractère soi-disant universel de leurs démocraties, ont failli à leur tâche et nié les principes mêmes sur lesquels elles s'étaient établies. L'esclavage, la conquête, la colonisation et les guerres à l'échelle mondiale ont mis en évidence cette faillite. Ces événements ont révélé des plaques tectoniques dont les mouvements ont créé les séismes actuels, et qui servent encore aux théoriciens et aux faux prophètes des "chocs de civilisations" pour justifier les guerres de domination. L'échec de ces grandes civilisations est sans doute la menace la plus grande que connaît le monde aujourd'hui."

J.M.G. Le Clézio (in Raga - 2006)

2011-03-12T09:11:00.004+01:00

دبيّ‎

2011-03-12T09:07:00.012+01:00

Πάρις

2011-03-12T08:41:00.005+01:00

Conspicuous Mind

2011-03-12T08:40:00.007+01:00

(Florida 2011)

2011-03-12T08:23:00.010+01:00

Non-Verbal-Picturing doesn't deceive a portentous style. The location proceed to a disclose impregnable relief. I wish those pictures not to prey upon yields of squandered ignitions nor to compete on vilified seals.

Silhouettes

2011-03-12T08:01:00.005+01:00

(France 2011)

2011-03-12T07:58:00.041+01:00

...the whole tale would shortly be served up in a racy PASQUINADE...

...And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors' eyes - a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatzby 's house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.

...Gatzby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther ... And one fine morning -
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Francis Scott Fitzgerald

¿ la grimace ?

2011-03-08T01:06:00.005+01:00

(MUSIC FOR PIGS)

Le storei dei mari

2011-03-07T03:25:00.018+01:00

(NOT COMING SOON)
.../...

A.R.B.E.I.T

2011-03-07T01:51:00.007+01:00

(Tel Aviv 2004)
La Fille Sous Le Pont

a m o r a h

2011-03-07T01:40:00.008+01:00

http://www.flickr.com/photos/julpkrauss/5504256425/

(South Africa 2009)

M.I.A (MI) vice

2011-03-07T01:17:00.011+01:00

How do you say Vaffanculo in your country ?

NOU$

2011-02-24T10:39:00.015+01:00

4

From Tashkurgan to Lanzhou CHINA - may 2010

nowt

2011-02-24T10:39:00.008+01:00

From Tokyo to San Franciso (nov.2010)

2011-02-22T01:55:00.011+01:00

"Ich bin kein historien maller, ich suche nach bedeutungen am rande eines bildes"
Luc Tuymans

Move

2011-02-15T19:13:00.008+01:00

"Nobody listens to the quanta when they try to defend themselves, but when they say something that can be interpreted negatively, well, then everyone’s all ears… On Friday, after the program about the bombing of Hiroshima, they were interviewed in the studio in Jerusalem. They could barely talk. They just sat there facing the open mike and sniffling, and all the viewers at home, who didn’t know the quanta very well, thought they were avoiding the question and didn’t realize the quanta were crying."

Etgar Keret The girl on the fridge

Café du Nord (S.F. nov 2010)

Picco e gallo

2011-02-07T03:07:00.014+01:00

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"As for his feet, sometimes he wore on each a sock, or on the one a sock and on the other a stocking, or a boot, or a shoe, or a slipper, or a sock and boot, or a sock and shoe, or a sock and slipper, or a stocking and boot, or a stocking and shoe, or a stocking and slipper, or nothing at all. And sometimes he wore on each a stocking, or on the one a stocking and on the other a boot, or a shoe, or a slipper, or a sock and boot, or a sock and shoe, or a sock and slipper, or a stocking and slipper, or nothing at all."

Samuel Beckett Watt

2011-02-07T03:07:00.001+01:00

Damage

2011-02-07T02:56:00.003+01:00

Les temps de vivre

2011-01-14T22:35:00.010+01:00

http://julpkrauss.wordpress.com/2011/01/31/antimao/

etc
.../...

Insurance & Companies

2010-12-27T04:58:00.000+01:00

Lahore PAKISTAN - 8 mars 2010

"Bring it home" told a guy I met while strolling through this city of Punjab not far from the Indian border, after I took the photo. In a country being a former British colony where most western & japanese tourists are quite welcome, somehow many english, australian or american denizens, or even Indians seem more "invisible".

Some 'soi-disant' tourists I met, decided promptly on arrival to adopt the local dress-code, and let grow their beards. Many of them were in transit to or from Iran, or China in my case.

At the same time two consecutive issues of the american magazine Newsweek found in store in Islamabad & Lahore, questioned in very offensive/provocative terms the legitimity of some local religious groups, with Fareed Zakaria advocating the war against the Jihad, and the relevance of the action of the US forces & government, and their support to the policies of diverse (corrupted) governments in the Middle-East, and eventually in Pakistan.
When spending a few months there, and in regard to the concerns & major problems, frustrations of many Pakistanis, this kind of western journalism sometimes enhanced by a part of the local press, seems quite surrealistic.

Consequently, this quiet & peaceful demonstration (even with a banner bearing the word war) sound quite remote from what most people in the world think about when one evoke Pakistan.

The cliche was taken during a 3 km long "parade" of farmers, demonstrating with their trucks & tractors. The demonstration happened just after a small gathering of women (probably less than an hundred) trying to expose hopelessly something about their situation in the Islamic Republic of Pakistan.

(check the PREVIOUS POSTS)

REGARDS III

2010-12-22T12:46:00.000+01:00

(to be continued)

Shadows & Faces

2010-12-22T11:08:00.000+01:00

(photo taken in july 2010 in China)

I met folks who looked at some of my pictures and said... "Hey it's like National Geographic photography" or "Do you work with the National Geographic?"

And there are only 2 or 3 persons on this planet along the last 10 years, who have ever proposed a possible publication of a few photos (actually with some quite different magazine that the "american" National Geographic) but it has never happened.

I should be a really UNinteresting photographer, or just producing outdated images.
Possibly all this was just some kind of false compliments to boost my motivation so I would go around again to take some more (from Belarus to Sudan & else).
As multitude of people, I put quite a lot online, maybe not enough...

Let's say that I lack the real CONNECTION(s). Or can it really be a question of competence ? It may not be the case for some administrative imbroglio.

ALSO: as a graphic designer I once used one the above pictures from this pages of the National Geographic. I transformed it completely into something that didn't look like a photograph anymore & then printed it as a slide to decorate a "musical event". The audience apparently enjoyed or didn't asked for much.

People really like it when it's free, especially idea, reflexion, entertainment or creativity. It doesn't really work like that when I get a coffee around the corner in Beijing, the US or Paris even if there's WiFi. And they like to have it.
And beside this privileged social moment sometimes, one sip his/her drink out of their own cup, work & chat from their own computer... For free ?

CIE

2010-12-22T10:40:00.000+01:00

L'air de rien (la suite)

Have you ever been playing MIKADO with knifes ?
There are just games sometimes, especially when COW(s)AR(e)DICE & horns just remain for the musical hall.
(Sign in for more strategical fake & fastidious moves)

REGARDS II

2010-11-16T14:24:00.000+01:00

Kashgar, CHINA may 2010
"Le regard de l'autre " / "L'autre regard" ?
First picture of a serie dedicated to what you would see or not and what you could argue about, or try once more to decipher. Travelling in China was a tremendous experience. Not to forget the many despicable individuals from anywhere on this planet always willing to embrace cowardice & irrelevant criticism (online or offline).

Tribulations

2010-10-04T17:34:00.001+02:00

Bring me back that horizon. Its Grand Ark. The Blues. An electro retard permute minutes. Not to blow the relief but to darn that dream.

There shall be slides on a tobogan amongst paper tiger & clay dragon. One hundred and forty four hours of winter. Buffalo furs and prayer flags. A radar insistor, secret shrines. A load of grassland with police and thieves. Poised by the new pollution of shop alcoholics I shuffled into a dump in the wild. I fled a town of legend.

(the) Little Mountain plus the book with spies & hues. My permanent vacation. A lake to rest, a lake with lost men in their thirties who play football where plastic bottles are goals.

The stroll on the wondrous path above. The rendez-vous below the tree. The italian in me.

The place’s name’s like a painter. There’s Supersquare at Kafka. Vegetal insects. Words & flesh. Lies, bubbles & scapes. While It’s moving you, aloud, at the pace of a cloud, dead men don’t tell tales.

Ohio Utah

2010-05-18T06:03:00.000+02:00

..the landslide, the summits , Kei & Yuta on the road to China ...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/41259544@N06/

Testimoniac

2010-04-17T18:58:00.001+02:00

Springtime ...

http://julpkrauss.wordpress.com/2010/04/27/donkey-shot/

"I left the North I travelled South ... I can't help the way I feel .../... I left the South I travelled North I get confused I killed a horse I can't help the way that I feel .../... I left the north again I travelled south again.../..."
(Morrissey)

Paper Tiger

2010-04-17T17:51:00.001+02:00

Some days I get a thrill In my brains Some days it turns into malaise
See a face Into the mirror reflecting on the surface of fear

Because you know I'm never better than that
Some days are worse than you can imagine How'm I supposed to live with that?

We're on this train dancin' on with the rhythm

Hey What are you gonna do When those walls are falling down... Falling down on you?
Hey What are you gonna do when those walls are falling down... falling down on you?
You got warheads stacked in the kitchen you treat distraction like an instant religion
The battlesticks snap at the rhythm You give your best with the souls you've been given
'Cause you know you're nothing special to them Going someplace you've already been
Trying to make sense of what they call wisdom and this riff-raff life ain't with them
Hey What are you gonna do When those walls Are falling down... Falling down on you?
Hey What are you gonna do When those walls are falling down... Falling down on you?
You're wearing all of the years on your face turn a tombstone place and your heart
Only speaks in a murmur but your words ringin' out like murder
(WALLS lyrics by Beck Hansen)

Imágenes

2010-03-31T16:31:00.000+02:00

Do you read Urdu ? Hundreds of millions do... I've been travelling in Pakistan for 1 month or so... People are really nice + a lot of beautiful places. This is the least to be said. The country needs TOURISTS, a lot of them : TRULY. It seem that the global medias cannot help it but only worsen the situation here.
...

Untitled

2010-03-28T18:02:00.000+02:00

"If nothing had any meaning, you would be right. But there is something that still has a meaning."

ALBERT CAMUS Second Letter to a German Friend, December 1943

The Indian Runner

2010-03-28T17:59:00.000+02:00

http://julpkrauss.wordpress.com/2010/02/14/a-cricket-on-the-ghat/

L'Air de Rien

2010-02-18T09:41:00.000+01:00

(to be continued)

The Magnificent 7

2010-02-16T12:19:00.000+01:00

THAT PETROL EMOTION : It's in the train between Zurich and Dusseldorf. The guy was drunk, american & back from Irak. There was also a german guy (who could have been his uncle) entertaining him !...
EVERYTHING BUT THE GIRL : It's at the check-in ; I am about to leave Dubai. It was a very long day after five others in the Emirates. The lady was so kind. A very gentle moment indeed.
- It all happened 7 months ago -

The Searchers

2010-02-09T17:14:00.000+01:00

Madame La Republique (indian mix)
I met some italian guy dressed as a chic taliban in an expresso den of 'incredible' India. The present bloke had actually converted & embraced Sufism during a staged holyday in Cyprus. I bet he couldn't get thru in the E.U.rope, so he might have to hop 4 hope across the blue lines of Nicosia.
A few years after (not ten) I was sharing a small moka with him on a sunny november morning in Pushkar. It was all good except when he asked me the following question while CONVERSATIONing about past & possible journeys to Pakistan (Meanwhile the at-war-neighbour country was evoked, he just prompted) :
"Don't you know who killed (the commandant) Massoud ? ".
"No" I replied, adding " I mean not really, supposedly press staff (?...)"
Actually they may have been carpenters, caretakers... whatever... They got the man the papers said. And days and hours and it was the turn of the twin towers to plunge into history posthumously.
The only thing I know about Masoud is that he was apparently more popular than my conversation's mate. Then the latter added to my answer :
"But everybody knows it ! It's all over the internet " (Sorry but I ain't Facebooking)
"It was the french (government)!" He irked like a turbaned Pinochio fleshing out the truth.
I just couldn't help thinking & saying : "Hey... man ! Wait, wait, wait..! I am from France...!" " No, really, I am..."
In fact I was lucky there was another italian guy, even more orientally apparelled, humming the word(s) & then all about to warm the breeze.
The "Non parlo italiano" always on my mind wasn't spill out (but I still got what they were saying).
Nice guys indeed until they don't plan to rebuild Cinecitta outside the quiet Rajasthani village. In fact I have nothing against italian comedy or drama. I might rather watch the Sopranos sometimes than reeling to talks like those.
Though my italian sufist was absolutely gentle, it wasn't really convincing. I met him again 8 1/2 weeks after, down in Karnataka. He was apparently about to swim near Om beach. He reminded me before I did. Seemimgly I wasn't such a good souvenir.
"Greenpeace..." I told him then... "Pace verde" but in he couldn't listen.

45

2010-01-21T18:02:00.002+01:00

FELT

2010-01-19T16:57:00.000+01:00

That's great, it starts with an earthquake
Birds and snakes, an aeroplane And Lenny Bruce is not afraid
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn
World serves its own needs, don't miserve your own needs
speed it up a notch, speak, grunt, no strength
The ladder start to clatter with fear of height, down height
Wire in a fire representing seven games
And a government for hire at a combat site
Left her wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies
Breathing down your neck
Team by team reporters, baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped
Look at that low plane, fine then
Uh-oh, overflow population, common group
But it'll do to save yourself, serve yourself
World serves its own needs, listen to your heart beat
tell me with a rapture and the reverend and the right, right
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light
Feeling pretty psyched

.../...
It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the, it's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the, it's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) And I feel fine It's the end of the world as we know it
(It's time I had some time alone) It's the, it's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) And I feel fine fine It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end....

Michael Stipe

Les Livres de la Jungle

2009-12-14T16:35:00.001+01:00

(Summer months in the north of this so called country... much to come soon)

Molo

2009-12-12T06:12:00.000+01:00

The Film

2009-12-10T14:38:00.002+01:00

Peter on the edge, several years after the storm. It's a reconstruction scheme. Claiming you aren't part of it?... "Gone with the steam" in the haze of plurality would be the facture.

BACK OF FRANCE, the state of the place. On location, Johannesburg : I found myself looking for a swiss knife at the airport & later sharing a cab with to Cape Town with a swiss guy and his british passport.

No kids, no fear, no arms, no palissade and no sidewalk : the shadow of a doubt along a most whimpy entourage of modern times slackers.

Dire secrets in shallow graves. Nobody to retrieve bare numbers. Transient warped emerald idaho seaR/Ming the damp in the air.

.../...

www.flickr.com/photos/julkrauss

2009-12-10T14:38:00.001+01:00

.../... L'ETAT DES LIEUX > read from Roma to New Orleans. Peter P., at the age of one, in Berlin wrapped in the souvenirs of WILL. No comment for a book, the place of the state(s). Elemental dreams. Collectible realm. Face in the dirt in a red shirt. Test tube of an illusionist looming head to toe. Babies who said why. My knee down the table. Ostrich wayfarers learn to li[EA]ve acceptance at the tip of the continent with no REDUX. There is at least one ISSUE. Big enought to rock'n roll. L'ETALE ET LE TERRAIN : the state of the location, a place oof the dirt (there ain't mud mirror). peter cramps forward : "Don't kill the time ! It blurt a smile" swing like an anti-motto. So on... A NOD TO THE REST OF US : "Let's champ the fiction!" A guy (named as a Neil Young record) frozen gesturing in black & white on my camera screen. It is three months after. It was five months ago. It's in Ceylon & it isn't bright at all. It's NOT serenpidity AT ALL. Then there are just TV screams and appropriate replicas of "non-figures".

[The SA without U] :

In the distance it's a hill. In the dark it's shaped like tame creatures lost in their own stare. Night & day it's terraced by lucky mesh of divisional splits.

NO WILD AGAINST THE GRAIN : blistering scapes devolved to measure the weight of time. Peter has a mate. (A) Principle as the turn over VS the remedy.

A drive along theshores. The sunshine coast. Magnificent sands. Feel like drops on a spare sheet . Hopeless in the wind. A bias RESPONSE.

Hier

2009-07-01T14:27:00.000+02:00

(... )

2007 spring in San Antonio (Texas), an odd almost old bride and her groom. Beside : a tree, a river, a priest, relatives & a bunch of mariachis.

http://www.julpkrauss.com/nacm.html

Drowned by numbers

2007-06-10T18:58:00.001+02:00

La vida es un sueno

2007-06-10T18:54:00.000+02:00

"Después que una vive veinte desenganos

Que importa uno mas?

Después de conocer traicion en la vida

No debes llorar

Ay que darse cuenta que todo es mentira

Que nada es verdad

Ay que vivir un momento feliz

Ay que gozar lo qe pueda gozar

Porque sacanda la cuenta en total

La vida es un sueno"

Arsenio Rodriguez

2007-06-10T18:26:00.001+02:00

Non Fiction

2007-06-10T18:00:00.001+02:00

... MAKING a beeline.

Concrete Jungle

2007-06-10T17:34:00.000+02:00

I tell it a thousand times : " I'd rather visit India than South America ! I wanna get lost !"
Would you drop Europe as an intrusive character in the Book of the Jungle ? And I've recently heard an old famous man sayin that you'd better try to read the Mahâbhârata...

Piernas

2007-06-10T17:14:00.000+02:00

March had been started. Late on a friday nite, fever erupted from samba, salsa, Agustina and the Aconcagua : a dancin'quid.

Solid

2007-06-10T16:51:00.001+02:00

The first steps in Argentina three months ago >>

1rst : to walk, to hike, to breathe, plus to gaze at the hazy mountainous curves and forms... 2nd : to run rollin down like a stone to the valley below... 3rd : to fall alseep mindlessly at the foot of the second highest mountain (of the planet) & to send dreams to oblivion.

1 Organ of Admittance

2007-06-10T16:33:00.000+02:00

A wired ear on its own. I always wonder what goes through it. Of course I am never with this in order to grab local sounds wherever it start & end.

Lux Interior

2007-06-01T16:24:00.000+02:00

D~~~~~~~E~~~~~~~~C~~~~~~~O~~~~~~~R~~~~~~~A

Betwix and between

2007-06-01T16:23:00.001+02:00

El gato de oro o una diversion permanente. El animal contempla los colores del cielo y de la tierra mientras que dos humanos soñaban de un mundo ocultado. Imagina sus sueños, luego los guía sobre las orillas del inconsceint. Un viaje inapreciable.

Shambolic

2007-06-01T16:18:00.000+02:00

Sign UP

2007-06-01T16:17:00.000+02:00

Man & Mane

2007-06-01T16:14:00.000+02:00

I was supposed to be the gaucho of the story.

Volcanophone

2007-06-01T16:12:00.000+02:00

Direccion

2007-06-01T16:09:00.000+02:00

2 wither

2007-06-01T16:08:00.002+02:00

I O the wind, I N the sun, I Y the air, I ? my EYES

Desert's Derby

2007-05-31T21:24:00.001+02:00

I knew that escapism was an issue inasmuch as she has dumped me. Even if we were not married the outlet of the outing was a divorce, which is still illegal in Chile. Consequently escape replaced escapism and after hijacking his motorbike, I co-opt Victorino to achieve the break up. I fled throught the desert with a mountain of regrets.

Up-end... down

2007-05-31T21:20:00.001+02:00

There’s no Las Vegas in Chile but we would found a church but no priest. After a few other ill-assorted misfortunes, my affair with the unfamous grand daughter dwindled to implosion.

Tell-tale

2007-05-31T21:18:00.000+02:00

John Wayne said that u must always see the eyes of the actor but this man is not an actor, he’s the attributive father (of the secretive grandaughter, see below). Bewailing the lost of his own heir he clumped around groundlessly.

Lute 4 habitat

2007-05-31T21:17:00.000+02:00

Missus !

2007-05-31T21:15:00.000+02:00

D'une montagne une croix, à l'autre l'étoile, et entre le ciel et Chihuahua, l'on voit des couleurs douces, chaudes et electriques étirer le fond de la vallée. Au crépuscule trop nocturne à Santiago du Chili, personne n'a jamais croisé Pancho Villa, et ces reflets lumineux sur le desert ocre, rouge et violet.

Cosi Veloce

2007-05-31T21:06:00.000+02:00

A couple of hours following arrival, the dictator's grand daughter offered to take me to a french “comedor”. I love french food but I disobliged the proposal while my mate was occupied at witnessing my professional skills.

Eso o esto no es como eso...

2007-05-31T20:54:00.000+02:00

How did I end up in Chile ? It’s a whole story but I won’t narrate it from A to Z...Let’s just prompt the facts : I met a a chilean girl from France who is actually the Pinochet’s secretive grand-daughter. She had planned to visit her attributive family in this country . At the same time, my best mate couldn’t stand it and he insisted : “u know.. u’re a great photographer.. I always wanted to see u at work .. and I definitly need some vacation, etc”. That was it. Their trip’s perspectives finally aroused me from a seclusive and redolent parisian retrenchment.

Superfly

2007-05-29T20:54:00.001+02:00

I landed on Y in the meantime... A few terminals and gates : the race was already run. I waited an hour more readin "Vanidades".

Screentest

2007-05-24T16:51:00.000+02:00

Regarding "Pequena Miss Sunshine" thousands feet above sea level, I heaved my hands to hold my head.

Mastermind Trope

2007-05-24T16:42:00.000+02:00

I always won when I used the black and white dots. Wanna listen to the David Lovering song ?

May

2007-05-24T16:25:00.000+02:00

The backdoor painted with clouds is always on my mind. The image is reverse : a first time in the first mirror, then in the second, and a third time in the eye,etc. I like your white hand, the peolpe on the beach, and the emerald of it.

Le Pouvoir du Chat

2007-05-24T16:05:00.001+02:00

Je l'ai rencontré sur la colline entre Copacabana et le Pain de Sucre, gardant une hutte, au dessus d'un quartier de briques et d'escaliers. Je crois qu'il se moquait de moi ou de ma camera. Certains disent que parfois les chiens rient quand ils aboient.

Wired

2007-05-24T15:58:00.000+02:00

Shady hall

2007-05-24T15:56:00.001+02:00

Fight 4 Ur Right To Party

2007-05-24T15:38:00.000+02:00

Dre and Jeroen worked on an art project in a favela. This day they finished a large mural in Vila Cruzeiro. It was so positive to feel the joy of the two guys and their friends, the locals they had worked with. www.favelapainting.com

Ink akin

2007-05-24T13:10:00.000+02:00

- "Il voulait fort comme en littérature" The Stranglers -
I lost a pencil in Rio de Janeiro. I ate meat like I never did before. I said to myself that I should live there. The city is really impressive, vivid and beautiful. I liked it a lot.
I met Carolina after a day of work. She went daily to the national library to study local poetry. We spent a few pleasant moments together. She told me about the flat city where she's from in a neighbouring country. It was probably an "avant goût". She was 25 and shared her room with an english girl.
One afternoon I took a lot photos of her as she was a model or a famous one. It seemed that she enjoyed it, at least she laughed at lot.

Escapulario

2007-05-24T13:05:00.001+02:00

No Pao-de-Acucar De cada dia Dai-nos Senhor A poesia de cada dia
(Caetano Veloso / Oswado de Andrade)

Kilt-y-Ness

2007-05-24T12:03:00.000+02:00

I shot the taxi from the bus. I hadn't smoked those cigs the night before I climbed the rock where the green grass grow. I didn't use the pink towel of the neighbours after I swam in Ipanema. I ate at the kilo with Fausto, Joe and Laura, but I never met Victor. I could pass this heart-shaped plant everyday and I still wonder if it's accidental. Eventually I heard about soccer and women. Late in the night in the streets of Lapa, I saw Alex colors turned red and paled by the daunting presence of a black & white girl. Some fabulous music was played in the bar next door.
After hours, days... a tribal team swarmed over the same cobbles gnashing their drums in unison behind the dervished females. To listen, to stare, to focus and to observe that Batucada is a wise riot.

Foggy Rio

2007-05-23T23:16:00.001+02:00

Early this year I would approach new lands.

An Orbit Worry Scheme

2007-05-22T21:01:00.000+02:00

Departure from Brazil after a few weeks of quiet enchantment.

Equivalents

2007-01-11T13:56:00.000+01:00

Coup de Trafalgar

2007-01-10T19:06:00.000+01:00

Once in London, for some reasons there were many people attending 1 european social forum and the 2 ladies turned up like a bad penny. Wonder why ?

El hacha sonrie

2007-01-10T18:55:00.000+01:00

Parece que hace poco, les gustan las nubes... No tienen miedo, y voz ?

Nubes

2007-01-10T18:51:00.000+01:00

2007-01-10T18:39:00.000+01:00

I can't get rid of this habit to collect images of clouds with only cables, wires and lights before them sometimes. Plus 2 exceptions.