Azulejos are the little tiles that cover up Lisbon’s buildings. Read More →
I’m writing now that I’m at home, my hair is still salty from a dip in the Atlantic, and my room looks like a bomb of clothes, film rolls, cameras, maps and azulejos just exploded. I’m back from four days in Lisbon, Portugal, which I wish were a bit longer since it was a really fun trip full of laughter, chit-chats, fights, new experiences and cool places. Read More →
Today is a lovely day: it’s snowing outside, the house is warm, I don’t have to go out, everything is silent, white and bright, and the only noise is the quiet and tranquil one of the washing machine.
My birthday is November the 13th, my boyfriend’s the 15th. So my parents this year decided to make just one gift for both of us and they booked us a trip to Umbria, a region in Italy that I had never been to before, but I do believe now is one of the most beautiful of the country.
It took us 3 hours to go, which wouldn’t be that bad, if I haven’t been in the bathroom the whole night before with the most pyrotechnical bellyache ever. Read More →
Today, a super super super cute gecko was crawling on the top of a wall in my boyfriend grandma’s home. She was traumatized when she saw him (the gecko, not my boyfriend), and she wanted to sweep him away with a broom, but we took him and named him and after snapping a quick photo we released him into the wild (read: terrace). I tried to pet him, but I’m afraid I have the same gentle touch of one of those babies you see on Youtube that try to stroke a dog and end up sticking a finger in its eye instead; so when I tried to pet the little guy I think I unintentionally tapped his head. Still, I tried to gently hold him in my hand and I somehow managed not to hurt him; he was the cutest thing. We called him Saurino. He jumped and happily ran away.
I’ve been absent for a long time but I’ve been working a lot, in and out of uni, and I’ve been taking pictures. It was my first serious try with film camera, and this photoshoot is the result of digital + film photography. A giant thank you goes to my gorgeous model and friend Laura and to the great make-up artist Milena, who patiently tolerated my rants along the way. And to my boyfriend’s grandmother, who helped me (read: made most of the job) sew the beautiful gown you can see in some of the pictures.
Internet has been non existent in my house in the past few weeks because my parents decided to change telephone operator, therefore we changed modem.. and now I don’t have ADSL in my room. Bummer. And the weather is already going cold again, we basically had no summer this year (and if you think I was complaining now, just wait for the actual winter!).
But hey, thanks to the fact that I’m not able to stay in front of a laptop for hours, I managed to actually regain connection with my more intellectual, artistic, and sometimes bored self. I’ve been planning photoshoots. And trips to Rome with a friend. Actually, the beheaded one. And I busted turtles having sex.
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I was swallowed by another Ancient Greek exam (see here and here what I’m talking about), but in the last few days I actually did things other than crying over untranslatable Spartan dialect in Aristophanes’ Lysistrata. Last year I bought an underwater disposable camera, and this summer I finally managed to finish the film roll with the help of one of my best friends, it was such a blast that I just *had* to put pictures on the blog. They are probably the worst photos I’ve ever taken. Worst quality, weird crops (it is absolutely impossible to point underwater, through that tiny viewfinder, without my glasses) (whoever said that short-sighted people actually can see better underwater is stupid) (and I’m stupider for believing that), focus on nothing, severely deformed faces and angles, beheaded people, but best time ever. If you hover your mouse on the images, there’s a description. And I want you to read it.
If you want to read the first episode of this “series”, it was dedicated to my all-time favourite Hans Feurer, and you can find it here.
Marc Hispard is a born and bred French photographer who started in the (golden) 80s/90s era, shooting primarily – but not only – for Elle France (he also was one of the first photographers of Elle US). The things I love about his pictures are pretty much the same I love in Feurer’s: freshness, spontaneity, fun-loving models, summer vibes. What is different in Hispard’s photos is that they have a more earthy quality to them, rich and warm red, ochre, mustard and brown tones, slighly underexposed and with low contrast – that produce as a consequence a peculiar rendering of the color of the skin, and very tanned girls. Even in winter issues.
Now I’m letting the pictures do the talk. Hover mouse on the images to see infos and.. enjoy! Read More →