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May be the Best of 2015 - Happy New 2016
Loneliness belongs to the PhotographersI don't think I'm essentially a street photographer. I guess Photography is just the way for me to express how I see things. It has something to do with a philosophical approach to reality. I have always had this way of observing reality, dwelling on details, on scenes that tell me something.
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glovesPlease enjoy and remember to visit the photographers' galleries as well
Into The NightPlease enjoy and remember to visit the photographers' galleries as well
dogs and... dogsPlease enjoy and remember to visit the photographers' galleries as well
The Street Sleepers
The readers 4 - colorStreet Ethnography
Running Please enjoy and remember to visit the photographers' galleries as well
BirdsPlease enjoy and remember to visit the photographers' galleries as well
Street photography and telephoto lens Community Week
105 mmI am a "street photographer" of distances...
Selfie - Street Ethnography -[The massification has undergone an irremediable transformation:
Street Self Portrait 1Street Selfie
LEGS on STREEThot-foot / beautiful / fake / in relax / funny / without...
MARKET - Street Ethnography -
GLANCES!!!Please enjoy and remember to visit the photographers' galleries as well
GlassesPlease enjoy and remember to visit the photographers' galleries as well
POSTER - SIGN - Street EthnographyPlease enjoy and remember to visit the photographers' galleries as well
Dance Dance DanceStreet Ethnography
More Or Less HomeLess - old and new shots (v.1) More Or Less HomeLess - old and new shots (v.1)
Poverty is the worst form of violence  - Street Ethnography -
Born To Be Wild
Poverty is the worst form of violence Street Ethnography
Born To Be Wild
WindowsBetter keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world.
Denkmal fur die ermordeten Juden Europas"The Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe (German: Denkmal für die ermordeten Juden Europas), also known as the Holocaust Memorial (German: Holocaust-Mahnmal), is a memorial in Berlin to the Jewish victims of the Holocaust, designed by architect Peter Eisenman and engineer Buro Happold." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memorial_to_the_Murdered_Jews_of_Europe
Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe 2015Every now and then I take someone here.
BAGS - 12 little storiesTake, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
Lamps - a little story with 19 images“Just at present you only see the tree by the light of the lamp. I wonder when you would ever see the lamp by the light of the tree.”
Ghosts in the StreetsPlease enjoy and remember to visit the photographers' galleries as well
GHOSTS by JACACfinally, here is the announced book
CATS - Street Ethnography -Please enjoy and remember to visit the photographers' galleries as well
MOBILE - Street Ethnography -incommunicability - loneliness - calling - speak to me
Current mood: *
'Cause I'm not a real street photographer: yesterday, as I was waiting for someone, with my nikon hanging around my neck, I started to take a look around. And that's how I got it. I'm a photographer of the wait. I don't look for shots. I find them in the pauses. That's why I love to take pictures in the subway, in bars: because I wait for the right shot, I don't look for it. All in all, it perfectly fits with my being. I'm motionless, it's life that changes my colour, my age. -Batsceba Hardy
perché non sono una vera fotografa di strada: ieri, aspettando una persona, con la mia nikon al collo, ho cominciato a guardarmi attorno. ed è così che ho capito. io sono una fotografa dell'attesa. non cerco gli scatti. li trovo nelle pause. per questo amo fotografare nella metropolitana, nei bar: perché aspetto lo scatto, non lo cerco. ma in fondo combacia perfettamente con il mio essere. io sono immobile, è la vita che mi trasforma, colora, invecchia. - Batsceba Hardy
I've stopped thinking. and i'm dumb waiting for the Great Mystery hug. I've been looking for it wandering about the streets in a city that doesn't belong to me, I've been looking for it letting water drop on me to shut my pain up. yet i've just met the other's rage and i've been annihilated. like i was annihilated as a child before someone raising their voice, a slap in the face i didn't understand. i'm not cut out for life. i don't have nails. i always expect understanding, explanations, love. but i can't change. and i'll keep on roaming with my disability to live, listening to the distant echo of the Great Mystery which will ease my pain. i don't know how to live but i know how to love. and i'll keep on walking trying not to to tread on the ant crossing my path.
Current Residence: Air
Favourite genre of music: all
Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams, Urs Lüthi, Yuri Bonder. Man Ray ... ...
Favourite style of art: surrealism, all
Operating System: Mac
MP3 player of choice: none
Favourite cartoon character: Corto Maltese
Personal Quote: peace and love