Old images from a broken drive IV

Old images from a broken drive III

Linda and Trevor i kept bumping into, in Uni.

Old images from a broken drive II

There were these days i'd just take the camera, a few films, and go walking by, hunting people. I shot hundreds of rolls of 120 film in this manner, with people i'd only meet for a couple of minutes and then never see again. Sadly, most of the scans were lost in the accident, but the negs are still around. Perhaps one day I'd find the time to re-scan them all. One day ...

Megan

I met her in a small jewelry store. I found something interesting in her face so i asked if i could take pictures of her.

Old images from a broken drive

Back when i started photography, my mom would save all the pictures I'd send her. Meanwhile i broke the hard drive, one evening and lost quite a bit. I had already gathered quite a little archive which also contained bits from the first semester of Uni. Years later, she's remembered that she kept them and mailed everything back to me. Seeing them all these years later, turns out i wasn't exactly a genius back then - but some aren't half bad. Those I'm going to start posting every now and again, for a little while.



Back then. working on a Nikon FM2 was really the thing to do. These were actually test shots from my first "paid" shoot. I got twenty quid, basically the film money. I must say, i was shit at negotiating.

Razvan Ion II

I got a few of my shots back from London a little while back. Among all of them, which were pretty alright, i was looking forward to seeing one that i am particularly excited about. For the second time on the blog, Mr. Razvan Ion

Silvia Santa

recent stuff i've done. More to come as things unfold ...

Greenlaning

Sighisoara 2011 Land Rover Meering

It's always surprising when forum members get together. You have somebody pegged down as a certain kind of person from the stuff they write on one forum or another. However, adding a face to the nickname is always a surprising thing to do. 30 LR forum members did just that this weekend ...

Late(st) work

This last week we shot a fashion collection. Basically, all fun. Images to come soon.



For now, the Defender and i are going to the national Land Rover meeting for a few beers and a lot of mud. This is not how it'll look Sunday evening :)

Video

Here's the video from the Easter Danube trip. Sorry, it's in Romanian, but the images still work :)

Another Easter

This year, the Easter period was stranger than usual. Somewhat interesting, but strange none the less.

We took 24 tons of food and gifts to one of the most secluded parts of the country, the tip of the Danube Delta.





People and places were indeed outer-worldly.




We spent Easter with friends at the countryside. Drinks, midnight shootings, morning omelets.





I should probably write more but really i couldn't find the time or state of mind to put down my thoughts. I shall thought. Quite soon. I haven't bragged about anything in a long while. It just don't feel write for this much time to pass ...

Oh yeah. Because a shit idea never goes unsupported :)

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Digital Pentax 645

Last week we went to check out the new Pentax digital camera. The presentation wasn't quite my cup of tea but the camera has a nice feel to it. Although not a full frame 645, the large sensor sure knows how to make the 40 mega pixels be worth their money. With a serious range of functions, some quite fun - like the built in level finder for when your tripod's level is confused - the 10.000 EUR Pentax with the 55 millimeter lens was presented as the ultimate device in landscape photography. Again, not my cup of tea, but hey, to each his own. Basically what i found quite convenient is that it weighed less than the Hasselblad H40 counterpart - 1400 grams vs 2290 grams - makes it rather obvious which of them you'd shove in a backpack.

Now having had a run in with both of them, i can say that my first impression still lasts. They are great. Both of them. All medium format digitals are brilliant pieces of equipment. But they do something to you - like religion, they indoctrinate the photographer. I deeply dislike that and the only company that has successfully pulled this off is Leica, with their elegant scarfs and red dot cameras and sonce their response to the format i have yet to test out - i shall not discuss the matter. I am however a firm believer that anything over 15 mpx is Enough. The rest is down to the person behind the display and God knows I've seen some except images taken with very expensive cameras. The opposite applies just as well...

Observations on Orchid Offering rituals

One lovingly unlocks the golden cages where fears lie trapped and allows for the unsavory spectacle to parade down the cobbled Main Street. These days one bows to no gods save for his own fears. They whisper in the ear. They trace the outlines of nightmares, with long bony fingers, on forearms and spines. Hair standing on the edge is a reminiscence of our primal nature - our body's need to react to fear's embrace and to the devastating thought that one's mind allowed for its creation.



Too often have i, the mortal not I the God, lost sight of what is important in favor of what is convenient. The days have been kind and the world has come to terms with the matter because it knows that, in the end, we all react in such a positively savage fashion. Tacit agreement, it is so courteously entitled. Two gazes cross paths - their mutual understanding unassailable.



There is that one moment, however. The split second when the lines are clear and the fog rises and one is allowed to step back and admire the whole picture. However, like waking up from any other dream, when the moment passes, so does everything it brought. The undeniably cruel anguish of having been offered the absolution of pure truth cannot bear comparison to any other feeling in our repertoire.



It is only so, with heavy mind rather than heart, that we take it upon ourselves to retrieve and conceal these beings in Nelda's baltas kastites. Come morning, all traces of the sleepless promenade would have been erased. The poles have long ago reversed and shall forever be kept in this fashion. They have done so to such an extent that the words that need saying are shamefully hidden from sight in a whirlpool of dissociated fragments while the demons that need be enshrouded in silence are proudly allowed to develop their distasteful practices out in the open, like extraordinary children whose parents allow for their virtues to be shown to the stunned audience.



The thick red curtains are drawn yet again (one of the curtains is burned in a corner, from a previous show perhaps). Nineteen orchids are thrown to anyone on stage who might still take them. A camera snaps the last few images of the actress walking away. "The concert is either too long, or not long enough", he thinks while carelessly letting the camera tumble in the bag. On the road to the exit, he steps on roses that missed their mark. Waste of a good intention.

Good stuff

My picture and our race in this month's edition of Vogue Italy

http://www.vogue.it/en/uomo-vogue/what-and-where-to-buy/2011/03/transilvania-trophy

This is becoming a habit

Razvan Ion

Here is a preview of a shoot i did with Mr. Razvan Ion, Director of the Pavilion Unicredit Center for Contemporary Arts. Along with this, he also manages the Bucharest Biennale, another interesting arts event.

Dana

Catalina