Inside and outside.
Fri – 7 November, 2007
Shoreditch, London.
“A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know” – Diane Arbus
Tue – 04 November, 2008
Brick Lane, London
It’s curious how time transforms the meaning of a photograph. Today I took this one at 6:30pm. I thought it was the worst picture from a sequence of 10ish. At 11:30pm, I changed my mind and chose this one to work on. After some minutes of Photoshop, I decided it was acceptable, but insufficient. Now, [...]
Sat – 01 november, 2008
Halloween – Victoria Park, London.
Edda – You lose touch when you lose your sense of identity, and that happened long ago. That’s why you always need proof, proof that you still exist. You treat your stories and experiences as if they were raw eggs, as if only you experience things. That’s why you keep taking [...]
Thurs – 30 October, 2008
Red Church Bar, London.
“The need to photograph – I keep expecting it to come to an end, but it doesn’t. There’s always the feeling that you’re just starting, like there’s much further to go. The need just intensifies (…) I think that if I got what I wanted from it I would stop. But it [...]
Berlin
Is it still possible to photograph a red wall without thinking in W. Eggleston?
Sometimes I think I only see the world through my references, and not through with my own eyes.
Berlin – 20 September, 2008.
Tue – 14 October, 2008
Back to London. It’s time to edit 50 GB of images. Drowned in numbers, trying to find the facts between the questions. Fist of all: why did I photograph so much?
Green drops. London, 1:29am.
Thurs – 28 August, 2008
“The beholder gets aesthetic enjoyment by comparing his own “stream” with the standardized stream; a photograph made automatically and without sensibility or enthusiasm and with the knowledge that one is basically photographing nothing special gives pleasure to the beholder precisely because of the minimal effort; it is only related to intention: one has to photograph [...]
Sat – 24 August, 2008
“The limits of my language means the limits of my world” – Wittgenstein
Metro Club, Soho – London
