—- o Porto de Santos e a chuva—-

——- the Port of Santos and the rain——–

“Great point and counterpoint. Memory and predatory development. In cinematographicall terms there is an Italian neorealism touch given by the bike that appears to have been parked there for a character of one of Vittorio de Sica’s movies”. Photograph reading by Pedro S. Fadini-São Carlos-SP, Brazil. Send to the photographer via WhatsApp on October 14, 2016.

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“The window of my studio” by Josef Sudek (1896-1976) (text written on July 24/2017) (texto em português ao final)

Maybe I shouldn’t start this post by inviting you to read it in full…..But, you will see that the subject treated in it is extremely topical given that it has everything to do with this condition of social distance (I would even dare to say, of social seclusion) that the world lives in these times of COVID-19.  TEXTO EM PORTUGUÊS AO FINAL. Continue reading ““The window of my studio” by Josef Sudek (1896-1976) (text written on July 24/2017) (texto em português ao final)”

Nostalgic and bucolic colors of the old and good color films.

COVID-19 times have been tough but have provided me with an opportunity, with time and patience, to scan old negatives and color slides that I used so much in my film photography. And, I rediscovered the beauty of the nostalgic and bucolic colors that these films (I used regular 100-200 ASA films from Kodak and Fuji) reproduced. Continue reading “Nostalgic and bucolic colors of the old and good color films.”

The strenght of geometry and colors in photography

Detail of mosaic by Bassano Vaccarini at Mercadão de Ribeirão Preto, SP-Brazil. Bassano Vaccarini (Milan, Italy 1917-Altinópolis, SP 2002) was an Italian naturalized Brazilian writer, painter, teacher, set designer, costume designer and filmmaker. Continue reading “The strenght of geometry and colors in photography”

The Blue World

“The world is blue at its edges and in its depth…For many years, I have been moved by the blues at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizon, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go. For the blue is not the place those miles away at the horizon…Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world.” (Lisa Elmalech) Continue reading “The Blue World”

What touches me most in the photos of a young man of just 17 years old named Stanley Kubrick.

I write this post not based on deep knowledge about Kubrick’s work because I am far from having it, but much more guided by my admiration for the work of this great artist and the emotion that his photos make me feel.
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