Sunday in Herăstrau Park with a group of other photographers we had a joyful company: Hucker, an English cocker spaniel, who is very energetic: he ran a lot wore a dandelions crown and even tried a difficult pose:
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I made myself a little “freelance photographer” badge, holding this title, my full name, an invented serial name, a photo and, of course, contact data, which I am lately wearing when shooting at public events, hoping will decrease the chance I get asked who am I. Not sure about the target audience, but so far quite a few photographers liked it and asked for one.
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I was familiar with the expression “Paștele Cailor”, meaning “Horse’s Easter”, as a date when nothing will happen (as in, for example, I will such Bill Gates dick at Horses Easter) and also knew a couple of explanations for it. This year I learned another one in a photography trip with Orasul.ro: is a festivity of the small Bulgarian community in the City of Tîrgoviște, happening after the winter when the horsed are taken out for the first time. It is also called “Tudorița”.
So together with a bunch of other photographers I attended the event this year, which, of course was pretty much about horses:
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Hello, here I am 🙂
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I did it again, despite being at times very vocal against this tradition, I joined Orasul.ro for a Mărțisor photo event at the Uniri subway station. Take it as a photojournalism exercise.
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Now that the lost boy returned and a new one joined the team, I think my arsenal is complete for a while (not that I don’t want more toys, of course I could use a few more):
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There is a story of the boy that was lost in the forest and now he has returned: my (not so) old Tamron lens, which was with me for tens of thousands of photos, one day got on its knees, with errors and errors and errors, so I had to bring it back to the mothership for repairs. It took over half a year, but now he is with me again and appearing to work:
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All of us have our dragons. The question is: can we fight them? Do we want to fight? Why?
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All of us have our dragons. The question is: can we fight them? Do we want to fight? Why?
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I found this old picture made with a crappy camera… I may not look exactly like it now, but that’s how I feel inside, so here is a season greetings from the Evil Santa: “choke on your Festivus, have a bloody Xmas and a fucking New Year!”
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I have solid reasons to hate F64 but at the same time I must continue doing business with them, since on many photography areas they are the only source in town (there are a few other smaller stores with good goods, but not everything you need), so yesterday I had to give them a visit for a few of accessories (filters, belt, adapter). It was a nice surprise to receive, as any other customer, a small Christmas gift some small trinkets: stickers, odorizer, strap and ginger bread. Know what? I am stupid enough that my first thought was at someone else who would have been even more happier with such a gift…
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Sunday I participated with Organizatia E.M.M.A. as a photographer to a charity action, where a group of people from this NGO donated all kings of things, from food to toys and sweets to a children center. It was an opportunity for we to depart from my glamour or depressive styles and try something more like photojournalism.
Still… I am not myself much than a little kid in a huge (and hairy) body, so from the normal photographer – subject interaction, it was not far to get into full play, we could resonate. They were in need for affection, happy to get it and to give back when receiving. Pretty much like me. And all of us cursed in the end.
I am again in the sucky world, so didn’t have the energy to go in-depth with photo processing and publishing, so for now here is just a big photo dump from the event.
My friend talked me into joining this project called 9449 kilometers (the title is the distance from Caracas, Venezuela to Bucharest, Romania) where we choose a topic, take each other a photo and put the results side by side. We just started the project, last week the topic was “office supplies” (but we evolved it in “notes”), this week was “stairs”, next week is supposed to be “alone” and so forth. Enjoy.
I don’t understand people signing (or willing to sign) release forms but wanting to keep the photos out of some websites – obviously I talk about nude models and sites where they think the photos can be viewed by people they know or may know later (employers?)
And obviously this was rhetoric, I fully know why: they don’t understand some basic things about the internet and the ways it works. They don’t understand that after the cat is out of the bag there is no way in hell to put it back. And they are young (yes, models are usually young, with little life experience) and not ready to assume the consequences of their actions.
The hard truth is simple: once something is out on a website, no matter which website and no matter which protections techniques it employs (passwords, JavaScript routines, Flash players, referral checks) it will spread beyond your control: blogs, TGP, microblogging, social networks and so on. And you can’t delete it either, something will remain somewhere: a cache, a proxy, a mirror, many hard drives.
And the solution is equally simple: for models. if you don’t want someone (your dad, boyfriend, employer, false friend woman) to learn about it, just don’t do it. If you want the fun, support the consequences, if you were mislead by a photographer into doing it and not understand the implications… it breaks my heart but you will have to live with the consequences of your naivety.
For photographers: take care, use model release forms always and make sure they are signed before the shooting (always before the shooting). Either work with professional models able to understand the consequences or show the forms ASAP and explain their meaning. This way everything will be kept professional and everyone will be happy.
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I was at the Cernica forest for a photo session and while our model, Irina, was changing clothes and updating makeup, the rest of us got a bit of spare time and started playing with the props. This gave me the opportunity to tell a story about sinners, punishment and redemption I wanted to say (the guys weren’t really aware what are they shooting for).
First I used Alina as standing-in for the “Goth girl” and for a very direct approach I played the “sinner”:
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