Saturday, November 22, 2014

Deadening Deadlock


Life in this town is dull, dim, deadlock. Rusty routine corroded by erratic behaviour and mockery. It's time to move on, I repeat to myself once again, time after time. Memories are nothing but a burden and I'm the beast. I've been flogged by Miss Sciatica a few days ago, which was probably the most intense thing I've experienced this week. When I was a kid, I used to watch and re-watch that film with Demi Moore, GI Jane - I even wanted to be like her because she kicked ass as a Navy Seal and more importantly, as a woman. Anyway, I always tried to keep this scene in mind: if we're in pain, it's a good sign, it means we're alive. Pain is our friend, basically, because it lets us know we're not dead yet. Pretty basic, I reckon, but that's the bright side of life, isn't it? Speaking of which, I'm off to Czech Republic on Monday and Cláudia is joining me in this food-fueled (I'm counting on that) adventure. Anthony Bourdain should definitely hire us for the sake of his own show. Anyway, it will be my first time in Prague - suggestions, tips and recommendations are very welcome.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Christophe Jacrot


I can never get enough of Christophe Jacrot's glorious photographs. He makes the most of the aesthetics of adverse meteorological conditions - blizzards, thunderstorms, deluge, you name it. Urban landscape essentially seen as a pluviophile's dream. By romanticizing bad weather, Jacrot is able to show us the streets of Paris in the rain and capture the glowing neon-drenched Hong Kong blind alleys in a different light, angle and context. Oh, and, of course, a few umbrellas struggling with the wind. This French photographer isn't afraid of storms, adding visually rich elements soaked in heavy rain to his concept of photography, while people look more like ghosts, as the viewer gets easily distracted by the forces of mighty Mother Nature.  Wet roads, silent boulevards, noisy traffic, glistening asphalt, slippery puddles reflecting the lights late at night, like a film noir shot in technicolor. There is something rather poetic about this way of glamourizing rainfall and its beauty in a big city, such as London or New York. It looks as though the dense metropolitan atmosphere appears aware of its own sense of loneliness and solitude and doesn't try to hide it at all; on the contrary. When it rains, it pours, and when it pours, this is how it looks like through Jacrot's lens. 

Sunday, November 16, 2014

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