There is this thing which makes men spin and drive in circles, quite like in the carrot and stick idiom. We change jobs, universities, clothes and goals in order to achieve it, but there is something we often happen to forget: Money indeed changes hands too! “Stick with what you love”, I learned the hard way... If money is a men’s only destination, one might end up with empty hands and no ground. I am currently searching for assignments on documental photography and willing to portrait artists, theater/dance groups, young composers and new fashion designers and its creations. I am also looking for partnerships with anyone who, like me, have recently realized: “We shall spin no more”.
Vienna - 19.02.2012 - "I am not a photographer!" - I hear many "professionals" complaining that nowadays, thanks to new technologies, everyone thinks their selves to be photographers, but the funny thing is that I can notice that most of the people worried about this issue are not a lot more than Functional illiterates. It took me some time to figure out where exactly I would fit in this world of images and I came to the conclusion that, if a massive solar flare destroy every single CMOS image sensor and hard disk over this earth, there will always be a piece of charcoal and some surface to assure my "photography" to be written in words. Photography is a mean, but it should never be the ending. So how, in terms of marketing, would I stand out from the crowd? This is a damn slow process and with no guaranties at all. Although I may trade some images for pennies, this is certainly not what drives my soul. There is still plenty to read, to think, to do.
Vienna - 06.12.2011 - "Sharing time!" - I visited Greenwich 2 weeks ago. There I read that back in the old times some people made their livings out of paying the institute a visit - where they would synchronize their chronometers with the observatory's - and then going downhill to sell "time" for others. This story was under the theme "Sharing time" in the Flamsteed House. Photography has never been so popular, but it's been reduced mostly to technotalk. I truly try my best working it out to get to better images, to be able to share better stories; therefore I've been slowly learning how to translate my particular understanding of the world into pictures. Today I believe that extraordinary photographers are nothing else than boys and girls that print their special interpretations of life with sharp precision. Now, making good money out of it depends on how meaningful to others these observations are. This has nothing to do with photography, though, but with everything else we experience in our lives.
Vienna - 01.09.2011 - "On track!"
- It is time to breathe. What I have been doing has taken me or everyone else way too short than it should. That's not photography nor it is journalism, but a mosaic made out of absurd and pusillanimity. Light, framing, control, those things are all right - I've been fingering the shutter reasonably on time and I like the style that begins to rise -, however, what I do is meaningless since it barely makes any sense when put together to form any sort of STORY! Ladies and gentlemen, appreciate my work: This, my friends, is a beautiful portfolio of a mind that runs out of focus [hopefully not for much longer]. And there we go again… Wish me luck, and for a sequel!
Vienna - 29.04.2011 - "was gibts!?" - First time in Europe, currently in Austria. 72h before I took the Airfrance flight that brought me to the old continent, I was visiting Paraguay, shooting an article for a Brazilian magazine. One thing that has been striking me since then is this feeling that the world, suddenly, has became too small. Drugstores, supermarkets, gas stations: Products packs standing there… Same colors, same shapes, same edition, same thing, everywherelse! I am a pack freak, always searching for regional, unusual, packs. Brands like Nivea, L'oreal, Barilla, Nestlé, Milka - that you can find pretty much all over the world -, give me the chills! I mean, I like this brands, but they kill the surprise element of being overseas! In the other hand, however, Paraguay's Tererés, Vienna's traditional cafes and its pubs where you can hear folk Balkan music dressed in modern, good looking, clothing, besides the childlike feelings caused by learning how to speak again, when getting used to a new language, cheer me up and make me think that moving may be the so called fountain of youth.
São Paulo - 11.12.2010 - I like street photography, there is nothing as meaningful, as daring, as honest in the field. And the streets are everywhere. Sometimes there is no pavement, others, there can be a roof and a front door. It is not about the streets, It is about soul, spirit, the Zeitgeist. I am some sort of an anti-photographer. I could be painting, making songs or writing. Photography happened to be the easiest path to achieve my goals. Well… At least it felt like it in the past.
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