13 February 2023

Strada ca o iluzie/The street as an illusion

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I make movies in my head about what some people who pass me on the street are thinking.
I don't know them and yet I want to photograph them.
 
Sometimes it's my impulse
Sometimes it's their impulse
Sometimes we seem understood to leave something in the picture, a tacit agreement, thinner than a delusion
Sometimes something unforeseen enters the frame, something I discover when I see the photo.

 

Sometimes I look for a tender place and wait for a passer-by to do something specific or wear something specific.
I have a fixed idea of ​​what the ideal picture would look like and I wait for a while
Time in which I miss a lot of opportunities to do something spontaneous.
In the end I take the photo, which is often pretty close to what I wanted.
Then I ask myself why I wanted it.
Maybe because it looked like a picture I once liked...
Yes, most likely
Because otherwise I wouldn't have waited so long in the ideal place
To take a picture that isn't about me
But I wanted it to be.
 
I was once tempted to edit the high voltage wires and various obstacles.
I was also tempted to change some details during processing to make the photo look better. Paradoxically, you don't have to give explanations when you don't change anything in the picture, even if it seems implausible,
And that's very comfortable.
 
There are times when I feel that it's better not to take a photo.
Although I have the camera and the necessary lenses.
Maybe because there would be problems with cropping the frame or converting to black and white
Maybe because the perspective would give me a headache.
 
In any case, unsuccessful street pictures that cannot be saved I think should be deleted and forgotten.
 
Sometimes I don't take photos even though I see a lot of interesting frames,
Offer of lights and shadows.
I'd rather drink a coffee and watch people pass each other, how they stop suddenly like in a traffic light.
 
I like to imagine that the street is a walking graffiti
Resting on painted walls and crosses.
 
The soul of the street is like the soul of a sandcastle.

 

Strada ca o iluzie/The street as an illusion

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