Walking in the street, thinking in things I’ve forgotten, suddenly I saw with a glimpse a feminine figure, so perfect and so delicate. In a fraction of second I though that those legs and that back certainly were among the most beautiful I had ever seen. My eyes followed her delicates lines up to her head, to just discover she was actually a mannequin…
I felt the same shame as the character in one of Hoffmann’s tales that in a party discover a lovely and amazing lady, but when they are dancing the people around them are laughing of them, he discovers that she was an artificial mechanism incapable of feelings and not a human. It was written in XVIII century if I’m not wrong, but certainly is humorous misattribute our feelings to things or illusions that in our minds believe real.
The photograph was taken another day in another place to another mannequin (don’t worry, this time I knew it was a mannequin :P), I waited just the late afternoon to give this other mannequin a bit more of life, like if it were thinking as all we do in the end of the day.
Yep, that’s not a castle but a church, more precisely a Basilica Cathedral. But titles don’t say so much to me, but I know is that I like the work of the builders with the volcanic white rocks. Neo-gothic towers upon its neo-classic façade designed upon a previous one by architect Lucas Poblete in XIX century.
Nevertheless instead to be dedicated to religion I’d prefer that these buildings would be destined to things as white castles for love or happiness. It’s just a personal desire after years to see them in the childhood like extraterrestrial buildings for its great coldness. This because it’s so different to our traditions to celebrate with parties and dances the earth, the life and the seasons in the nature contrasting with the closed and dark spaces of sorrow inside colonial churches, with bloody iconography and apparently a ban to everything that brings joy to life. I think modern Christians think the same judging from the contemporary churches with views to lakes, parks, and with tons of soft light that make a better place to calm the spirit.
Like a vagabond spirit in a lonely sea of concrete.
In one of my first posts I wrote that if you could find something to correct in my text I would be happy to thank you. This is because English is not my native language. The same goes to French, Spanish, Dutch, Polish, Japanese, Aymara or any language ;-)
I was watering the plants when I saw that the water running behind fallen grape leaves was reflecting the blue twilight, contrasting against the leaves as a strange sort of map, I thought I wouldn’t like to forget it.
A few years ago my big brother gifted me my first digital camera, a HP R607 with 4.1MP, a little sensor and a 3X zoom lens. That doesn’t made me a photographer of course, just gave me an important tool to don’t forget what I see with my eyes.
Today I use a camera manufactured in 2005 but with a bigger sensor. I am definitively not a photographer nor I would have the time (or the understanding) to be one because my goal is to enjoy the places I visit briefly, and for that reason my most important possession are good shoes to walk the road I do with my steps. Although these photographs have eight or six years the theme and composition is the same I have now, the difference I’d say is that today I’ve a better tool. These photographs are from Lima, the capital city of Peru, a city that mostly is under a grey and boring sky but in summer is most animated, that’s my favorite season to travel there.
The best building could be the Interbank tower in San Isidro, it was designed by the architect Hans Hollein.
This is an sculpture designed by an artist that could be our best plastic artist in this age: Fernando de Szyszlo, if I am not wrong his parents are of polish origins. It’s his interpretation of an intihuatana (or intiwatana)