Out of this world.
red
Paolo et Francesa – escape from hell
Paolo and Francesca find a hole in the hell. They discover inside a tranquil blue sky and a colorful place to start again their love: hopefully they escape.
They fly a colorful city dreaming to touch each other with their wings. The colors start to melt inside the rotten shells, the sky burns and the shadows change their shapes into laughing beasts ripping Francesca with lupine tusks.
Paolo wakes up. He sees in silence the familiar whirlwind, there is no Francesca in it. He is alone.
Santa Catalina – An adventure in color
Another tale of another princess in hope of a green prince
The photographs of today were made with a film camera, a Samsung ECX-1, and a roll of Kodak Ektar 100. There aren’t skilled laboratories around me so I had to take a photograph of the negative and invert it in a special program, because if you just invert it simple turn to a bluish image. It take a lot of time and it’s my first processed roll, I hope you find one of your taste.
Taking a sunbath in the patio while talking about old times
These photographs were shot inside the cloisters of Santa Catalina de Siena Monastery, a colonial small city for the aristocracy. It’s said it’s the biggest of the word but I cannot find references to confirm that data.
Blue bliss in the light blessing the stair
Among the several rolls of film Ektar 100 is the most saturated so ideal for colorful compositions. Santa Catalina is a place of walls, mostly reds and blues. as a religious building I think it success in transmit an idea of peaceful meditation.
A carpet made with a shadow, a wall made with trees, a sky made with red and a space in blue
The little city, with its streets and plazas is a touristic attraction. The monastery still works but in a smaller corner. You know, there are no much demand to be nun these days. In colonial times people to get influence used to send their children to the church and the military, so it was mostly a monastery for the aristocracy.
a beautiful photographer in fields of a blue poem
And I saw this woman with red hair contrasting as a flower against the blue sky; so I felt in the urgency of take her portrait for, err, academic purposes. And this beautiful girl was for coincidence my friend Melissa! you can follow her chronicles in melissainthemiddle across the world in a way not so touristic and instead more experiential.
My respects (j/k)
I took the obligatory selfie but in a more original (I hope) way, a shoelfie! XD
Mystic red
The whole city is built with ashlars of volcanic rock, painted with special paintings with eggs in the colors and with ship skin as a brush.
And one day the mankind simply vanished…
Butlers of blue uniforms and white shoes
Say “O” with me
There is no more food. Please, somebody help me :/
Chiaroscuro of savage with red skin and green crown
Three caravels navigating a blue ocean
I shot two horizontal photographs to stitch this and get away of limitations of format.
The forbidden city of the red walls
And well, there were some more photos but this publication is already longer so see you another day ;-)
Abertura
Lights and shadows dancing; volumes and textures are born in every movement.
Red biking hood entering the wood
A-yo fellas. Once upon a time a momma gave to her lil girl a bike and a red hood so she was known by her hommies in da hood as the “lil red bikin’ hood” An afternoon her momma said her “Do u wanna take dis stuff 2 ur gramma sweetie?, be easy”, lil hood replied “yessir, I’m ’bout it” so she took her bike and let da hood to enterin’ da dark wood.
Excerpt from Grimm Bros’ in da house Tales ;-)
Red Paint under Blue Midday
Arrangement
I’m architect. The feelings that I try to convey with my ideas (that I’ll publish in a near future) is something similar to this wall made in the seventieth century if my calculations are not wrong. It is just something direct, without adorns. Every element responds precisely to a question and the result is not just and answer but also a mystery that give birth to new questions that makes us richer.
There is a red wall. In this wall there is a door to enter, a window to receive natural light (both small because the need to do wide walls), a lantern to have light to the walkers at night, a gargoyle to the rains, and a bench to rest calm and quietly. But architecture is a service to human beings. Without them, as in this case, it’s not architecture, is more like a catalogue of architectural shapes. It needs the person to enters that door, to opens that window, to seats down in that bench.
About the photograph it’s one of my first post-processing I think almost three years ago, but the style is the same I have till today, I try that my photographs have an aspect similar to my architectonic drawings, where every line is “in focus” and the tridimensionality is given by the arrangement of the elements in the drawing. I never studied photography, if I had I’m sure I had a different photography, better I guess, but then again it would be more a job and I wouldn’t enjoy it so much.
Red
Green detail
Time to dream.
Qhapaq 