sábado, 21 de setembro de 2013

Right kind of wrong


This week was, probably, the craziest, busiest and most tiring of the year. And yet, no, I would not trade it for the world...

Some multiple expositions that pretty much have everything to do with the chaotic time.
It's weird when I always find myself attached to the failed images, to the film roll that did not work right, to the light leaks, etc... I think that's what makes the magic of film photography ;)  





segunda-feira, 16 de setembro de 2013

How long to the weekend?

"Deus é um cara gozador, adora brincadeira
Pois pra me jogar no mundo tinha o mundo inteiro
Mas achou muito engraçado me botar cabrero
Na barriga da miséria nasci brasileiro"

- God is a funny guy, he loves to play jokes
‘Cause to throw me on the world, he had the whole world
But he thought it wold be funny to make me suspicious

Poor as hell I was born Brazilian -

When you're starting, probably, the most stressful week of the year, one can only listen to Chico Buarque and dream of the ocean...........

  





sexta-feira, 6 de setembro de 2013

segunda-feira, 26 de agosto de 2013

the road that stretches out ahead...................

"Do you remember when we once believed that everything was forever, without knowing that forever always ends


(*) "Do you have $2? Do you have alcohol? Do you have egg? Pray for me?"

quinta-feira, 8 de agosto de 2013

“I belong to this notebook and this pencil”

I read books over and over again. I have an enormous list of books I want to read (some of them I already bought), and then, I catch myself reading one of my favorites for the 1000000000th time.
I've been dreaming in French, so, I think I got nostalgic and Hamingway's "a movable feast" is my new old best friend.

"But then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better."





sexta-feira, 26 de julho de 2013

A glimpse of souvenirs

It's weird but cold and rainy days make me think back to my childhood, when mom would dress us up in our big blue school uniform coats and we were supposed to stay inside the classroom waiting to be picked up. It's either that, or some random rainy, chilly, grey walk at the Champs Élysées, running to catch a movie.
Minds do work in mysterious ways... 

"hanging around, nothing to do but frown
rainy days and Mondays always get me down"