Tuesday, November 17, 2020
En marzo del 2017 tuvímos una huésped por unas semanas en nuestra casita en el barrio Kitsilano de Vancouver. Sandrine Cassini es una bailarina francesa que durante unos años bailó para Ballet BC. Nos hicimos amigos y por varios años me posó. En esta ocasión mi foto favorita resultó esta que tomé con mi Mamiya RB-67 con película instantánea Fuji. La tomé sobre el diván psiquiátrico ubicado en nuestra pieza con el piano. No tuve que buscar mucho para encontrar esta hermosa poesía sobre las piernas de una mujer. Los escritores latinoamericanos para mí escriben con…
Monday, November 02, 2020
“La Iglesia dice: El cuerpo es una culpa.
La ciencia dice: El cuerpo es una máquina.
La publicidad dice: El cuerpo es un negocio.
El cuerpo dice: Yo soy una fiesta.”
“The Church says: the body is a sin.
Science says: the body is a machine.
Advertising says: The body is a business.
The Body says: I am a fiesta.”
Tuesday, November 10, 2020
Dyslexia can be a problem when one of my subjects that I photographed in my studio sometime in the 90s was named Michelle Renee or was it Renee Michelle?
She came to one of our Thursday lunches (writers, illustrators, photographers, journalists, editors) and somehow I asked her to pose for me.
With the advent of digital photography, where a photographer might take scads of pictures, can one tell the progression of a session? Here you can.
Wednesday, November 11, 2020
Aquí en Vancouver han llegado las lluvias. Es fácil deprimirse. Pero no me sucede porque en nuestra casita ( cozy como dice nuestra nieta Lauren) tengo a mi Rosemary y a nuestros dos gatos Niño y Niña. Son anaranjados y blancos. Esos de alguna manera me hacen olvidar del gris mojado de afuera.
Here in Vancouver the rains have arrived. It is easy to become depressed. That doesn’t happen because in our little cozy house (as our granddaughter Lauren defines it) I have my Rosemary and our two cats, Niño and Niña. …
Thursday, November 12, 2020
Cuando tomé esta foto de Anastasia en ese hotel de mala muerte en Vancouver, el Marble Arch estaba imitando una foto famosa de Helmut Newton. La idea era de mostra posible violencia. Pero muchos años despues ahora veo la fotografía con una sonrisa gracias a la poesía de Gabriel García Márquez
When I took this photograph of Anastasia in that seedy Vancouver hotel, the Marble Arch I was imitating a photograph by Helmut Newton. I wanted to show the idea of impending violence. …
Saturday, November 21, 2020
In his 1979 book Arabia, Jonathan Raban describes how he eventually was able to, “Just be sitting at table among mosquitoes with glasses of Stella beer…” with his fellow travel writer of note, Jan Morris when both happened to be in Cairo. He tells it like this:
As James Morris, she had lived in Cairo on a houseboat in the 1950s. James Morris had been the correspondent in the Middle East for the London Times, and before that he had worked for a news bureau. Jan Morris, commissioned by Rolling Stone Magazine, was revisiting Cairo for…
Monday, November 16, 2020
Many of the 20th century photographers I have admired since I became interested in photography around 1958 have been photographers who were not one-trick-ponies. They were versatile. One of the most versatile was Edward Steichen.
Edward Jean Steichen (March 27, 1879 — March 25, 1973) was a Luxembourg/American photographer, painter, and curator, who is widely renowned as one of the most prolific and influential figures in the history of photography.
Credited with transforming photography into an art form, Steichen’s photographs were the photographs that most frequently appeared in Alfred Stieglitz’s groundbreaking magazine Camera Work during its…
Sunday, November 15, 2020
Every time I drive on 12th Avenue past the Vancouver General Hospital I notice that their smokestack has been demolished. What is left of it is wrapped in what looks like surgically clean plastic.
I remember another time when for an article on VGH cuts for the Georgia Straight I must have convinced some nurse to pose for me and represent the despair of the effects of financial cuts to our hospital system.
For me hospitals began as a mysterious wonder. In our home in Buenos Aires in the early 50 on Melián Street empty but…
Saturday, November 14, 2020
On someday of January 2000 I was having quite a few photographic sessions with my Japanese Canadian friend H. One day she suggested that she be photographed with a woman who did Shiatsu. I was to take photographs that represented accurate Shiatsu applications.
For the shoot I used a Mamiya RB-67 with Ilford FP4-Plus. For fun I also loaded a Nikon FM2 with Kodak Infrared B+W Film. For extra fun I decided to use my Profoto ring flash. This expensive piece of equipment which I had recently purchased by its very nature did not have a…
Friday, November 13, 2020
For years my mother told me how my sister Vicky had been born dead. She told me that she had red hair. I have been interested to the point of obsession in red-haired women since.
It was sometime in the late 70s when we were living in Burnaby that a red-haired stewardess contacted me and wanted me to take her portraits. I do not remember anything (including her name). I photographed her at the Museum of Anthropology at UBC.
I was an amateur colour printer and I have conflicting memories of going up from my basement…