The past is a foreign country.

It’s been a while since my last update. Apologies. In between Christmas and New Year, plus a visit from my mum it has been a busy time. Also I had finals. Class is over for now, it was a very very good semester. Here’s a share from my Photo History and Concepts class.

The idea was to re-create images from the past in the style of a chosen photographer. One of the categories focused on war photography. My re-creation is of Robert Capa’s D Day landing images.  I used toy soldiers, sand from the beach and a wonderful assistant!

Capa took 4 rolls of film but in a rush to develop them for publication in Life Magazine all but twelve images were ruined. I have attached the most famous shot from the collection. Robert Capa’s influence on photography is unquestionable and the twelve images captured are precious.

Questions have always been raised over the accuracy of a photograph. For me too I question how one can read any truth into the capture of a single moment in time. Then I look at the work of photographers such as Robert Capa and although that doubt will always remain without their images I would have nothing to question.

Nostalgia.

Not the greatest editor in the world but I enjoyed coming across this image. I had to do this assignment twice for two different classes. This was my second interpretation of isolation.

Portraits revisited.

 

 

I took these a while back but now I’m re-editing for my finals. I have to choose 35 of my best shots to submit…I am struggling to narrow down but these shall definitely be in my bank of consideration.

 

Far from home.

Just a bit of fun one day at the hostel.

Dolores Park.

Bottomless mimosa’s on a Sunday always render me a drunkard in Dolores Park.  It’s actually gorgeous and fun there. Shame it’s a haze for me. Must do better!

Revolving door.

A visit to the MoMA to see the Francesca Woodman exhibition shed light on her wonderful work. I felt inspired but her life story is sad. Committing suicide at 21, I felt that the world only saw a glimpse of her true potential. I love the light and darkness of this shot taken at the entrance/exit. I’ll let you draw your own analogy.

Eighty two.

No, not the year I was born. It was way before that. It’s the name of my photo animation project. I hope you enjoy.

A good day to recall. The marathon.

On a miserable day like today it’s nice to remember a day when the city was full of excitement, energy and achievement. Well done again Vivo!

 

Bridesmaid.

Today we visited the Civic Centre in downtown SF for a field trip. The Civic Centre has an amazing history, having cost $6 million to build at the turn of the 20th century, only to be half destroyed in the big earthquake that hit the city in 1906. Think about how much $6 million back in 1900 is worth today? It is also the site where Harvey Milk, the city’s first opening gay elected official was assassinated by Dan White in 1978. Today it is still a government building whilst also being a popular place for wedding ceremonies.

I found this bridesmaid reflecting on the day.

 

 

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