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*366 photos for the 20's 01/13*
this year I will try to choose one photo a day for this pseudo-project, no matter the motive, style, colour or technique. encouraging myself to shoot everyday, even if I can't go outside.
There’s a calm before every storm, a breath between struggle and strength. He sits in the quiet, wrapped in his hood, eyes holding stories the world can’t see. This isn’t just stillness, it’s resolve. A portrait of someone learning that silence can be power, and stillness can be movement.
In black and white, the distractions fade and the truth remains, the texture of thought, the shape of reflection, the subtle pulse of determination.
This fine art portrait captures the spirit that drives athletes, dreamers, and fighters alike, the unseen moments that shape the ones the world applauds.
Shot with cinematic tone and emotional clarity, this image speaks softly, yet it carries weight.
So... here we are again... I am in lavender and lace... introspective and sexy... and I know you want me in this new outfit by Guilla Designs... direct from Italy... wooot I am wearing Giulia's design called Aley that is made for Lara (worn) Legacy, legacy perky, reborn and reborn waifus. It is fabs with a color-changing hud -- a midriff with puff sleeves streaked with silver and a button-up mini with buttons and ruffles at the waist... it is retro coolio... Wearing
Shoes BA Marisol Heels
Outfit Giulidesigns - Aley
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The whole palazzo was covered with reproductions of Persian rugs for the exhibit. --- --- --- www.flickr.com/photos/136891509@N07/31358111431/in/album-... --- --- --- Rudolf Stingel conceived this exhibition especially for Palazzo Grassi. Given the utmost freedom of execution, Stingel has completely transformed the museum, filling the entire space with an oriental carpet. Moving beyond the idea of two-dimensionality that is conventionally associated with painting, the exhibition aims to subvert the usual spatial relationship between a painting and viewer.
The carpet evokes the thousand-year history of Venice, the ‘Most Serene Republic’, but also recalls the Middle-European culture so loved by the artist; for example, we are reminded of Sigmund Freud’s early twentieth-century Viennese study. This reference undoubtedly provides a key to interpreting this installation: on entering the ‘labyrinth’, an all-encompassing feeling and sensorial experience transport us towards the transcendence of the Ego, by means of its removal and its ghosts. The nearly thirty paintings exhibited suggest presences that are ‘buried’ in memory, and removed experiences that thrive again. The architectural space becomes an introspective and projective space, silent and welcoming, suitable for meditation: but Stingel’s work alters our visual and spatial perception of it, suggesting a new, rarified and suspenseful atmosphere in which the silver, white and black of the paintings stands out like so many other ‘openings’ on Venice, in an another dimension.
From the Palazzo Grassi website
Traci's so far away, the urge is to try to shoot Everything About her whenever I Do get the chance to see her.
Which is a quixotic journey if there ever was one. Because the lady's faceted like a diamond, man, learned that the first time we met.
I'm tempted, whenever I post photos of her, to weave the tale with our respective journeys on Flickr, but that feels like it's run its course, that's the past, the past is gone. Gone and not nearly as interesting, because back then, Traci was a series of photos/videos/writings, was merely a Persona (a word that got used a whole helluva lot when we all last hung out. Heavy things, Personas.) on the web.
Now she's a real live lady, and as interesting as that internet Persona was/is, the real things is much better, much fuller, and though it goes without saying, is Real.
I occasionally think about ditching the Lou O' Bedlam moniker. It's very much indicative of a time & place, a suit that doesn't fit me nearly as well as it used to. I look at the work I've done, see how it's changed, and figure it'd be a nice capstone to a period of time, let that ol' internet handle go.
It was nice to be able to use Lou O' Bedlam, to wear that suit in unfamiliar situations, to have people know me only through what I'd put here, and have that believe I was only those things. Hollywood. Beautiful women (I look back to using Girls alongside the word Men and cringe). West coast sunshine. Close-Up. Introspective with a dash or two of bravado that hadn't quite been earned. It was a fine suit, served me well.
But it's not real. And eventually it was no longer necessary. And on the rare occasions I get to see Traci, I'm reminded of both how useful it was, and how unnecessary it now is. We hang out, be folk who indulge in our idiosyncrasies without fear of judgement. The suit (of armor?) no longer has a place, here.
Then I realize how much hassle it'd be to change my website and my blog and all the links that ever showed me as Lou O' Bedlam and realize that Lou Noble is far too lazy to do any of it.
Also, I still think it's a hella cool nom de guerre. Bedlam. Heh.
outside a club in portals, i came across this man—cigarette in hand, lost in thought. with the glowing bokeh of the night as a backdrop, he seemed almost like a character pulled straight from a noir film. a fleeting moment of quiet amidst the lively chaos, caught in the glow of streetlights and conversation.
Step into a world of intrigue with this captivating image of a dog lying in lush green grass, spying on the camera with one eye partially hidden by blades of grass. The dog’s serious gaze amidst the vibrant greenery creates a sense of mystery and connection with nature, perfect for those who appreciate the unique charm of animals in their natural habitats.
n. *Self-analysis
An independent methodical attempt to study and comprehend one's own personality, emotions, and behavior.
Introspective Behavior!, Rosemere, Quebec, Canada.
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"In the vaunted works of Art, The master-stroke is Nature's part."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Rotterdam Street art at the corner of West-Kruiskade and the Diergaardesingel, made by Brazilian artist Onesto (Alex Hornest) .
Onesto is a painter and sculptor who lives and works in Sao Paulo, a city that inspires and makes him reflect on urban themes, playful and introspective.
Based on that, he produces his works focusing on the relationship between cities and their inhabitants.
Sitting at the bench for a long time, she was lost in day dream, there and nowhere at once.
Thoughtful and yet blank...
Melancholic yet without a feeling.
And I couldn't help but staring....
Central Park West,
New York.
This morning I find myself in an introspective mood and as I so often do, thinking about my transvestism. I think it is fair to say in my own case I find my transgender side moves in circles. By that I mean my thoughts and desires in regard to my cross-dressing as a woman can feel very certain and I believe in them yet they fade and move onto other certainties. These can at times conflict with each other and add to my confusion.
That paragraph itself may lead to confusion after reading it so let me try and explain what occurs. My situation is I am transgender however, I live full time as a man as my birth certificate and my body state very clearly I am male. A lot of the time I am okay with being male and I have typical male traits and male desires and I’m not uncomfortable with it. Despite knowing that and recognising that is how I feel most of the time I have an aspect that causes inner conflict yet has the potential to bring me such inner joy and emotional reward it causes me to doubt my male life. That aspect is a strong desire to be female.
This desire to be female is at odds with my male self but it exists very powerfully within me. I will freely admit there are times I yearn for breasts and female genitals; this is not a man’s normal reaction to his body! Seeing my flat chest, male genitalia and hairy body can cause me upset.
The obvious conclusion if one were to believe that life is simply black and white is I want to be female so I must be a transsexual. Am I transsexual? I believe I am but not completely. I’ve just moved from a black and white world into an area of grey!
The grey exists, nothing is black and white, the feelings manifest themselves in too many and at times paradoxical ways. I am aware a times I desire to be a woman one hundred percent, to be male is distressing. At times I also am very content to be male and so the paradox is exposed. How can I want to be both woman and man? All I know is that’s exactly what I want.
My narratives that accompany my Flickr photo posts are my outlet for self expression as I am a secret transvestite and I rarely get an opportunity to communicate with other transgender people so I open up in my stream of consciousness thoughts in my narratives. I am aware these narratives are an indulgence and I’m frequently told how dull and turgid they are but I continue as I really do need that outlet for my own sake; nobody has to read them. I’m always surprised my pictures even get looked at as I have to yet to take one I feel captures the woman I like to try and become.
Should anyone have read my previous photo narratives or listened to my video musings they will maybe notice I do contradict myself rather a lot. I wanted to expose this as I think it surely must be a scenario others who cross-dress may encounter?
Besides the big one I regularly encounter, that of I’m okay as a man yet at times I’m not and desire to be a woman forever, I acknowledge sometimes the cross-dressing has different motivations. I do call myself a transvestite as I am only dressing up as a woman, I am not transitioning full time. I do at times want to but I have far more I enjoy in my current life to embark on such a journey. Also, certain things bring me down to earth. There are other factors at play that influence my choices on my transsexual aspects. I do think one has to really be as realistic as possible in their decision making and endeavour to take a long term view and weigh things up. I am fairly certain left to my own devices I would be consumed by my desire to be a female and embrace it. However, I know that is fantasy as I simply do not have what it takes to be that woman. I lack the physicality to pass as a woman in the real world. I am fortunate I am not very tall (1.7 meters in height) but I have large hands for my size and large feet as well, both impact on my confidence to look realistic as a woman. My voice, despite trying to work on it is a failure, it’s not that masculine but it’s definitely not female sounding. My movements, again despite my best efforts, are male, it’s all very distressing to me to fail in these attributes that create the perception one is female. I am still far too obviously a man in a dress, I will never be perceived as a woman, that is crushing to realise.
Perhaps one of the biggest reasons I would never transition is I am a bald headed male and I require a wig when I cross-dress. The prospect of having to wear a wig for everyday of my life is so utterly dreadful it keeps the lid on my desire to be a full time woman.
Another factor in not wanting to transition is I enjoy the transvestism. I love knowing I’m a man dressing up and trying to create the illusion of being a woman. I also like performance and acting and it appeals me to engage in female impersonation, it is a huge and exciting thrill. At times this is stronger than my transsexual feelings! I love the idea of one day actually passing convincingly as a woman and men believe I am female. It would be a true thrill and adventure to carry off this portrayal and they never realise I am a man. It may involve having to respond as a woman towards a man but that’s all part of the fun and the acting challenge. Imagine a man wants to kiss you because he desires you as a woman, to go through with the kiss is at odds with my own sexuality but to be the woman I am presenting as could I respond convincingly as a female? I do often mull this scenario over and the adventure and daring in succeeding in the role overrides the sexuality of it, so maybe I would, I don’t really know. As a man the idea makes me feel a bit queasy but to know my female alter-ego is working is a powerful and exciting scenario to dare engage with.
The paradoxes continue with that one, how can you be a straight male yet dress up as a woman and act as if you are one? Reality is I do dress up as a woman but I’m not very experienced as a transvestite or an actor so I’ve yet to test myself out by remaining in character as Helene. As I mentioned I am not confident in my female portrayal so I doubt I’ll ever get out of the house.
I do love me-up and enjoy wearing it, it makes me feel amazing. I also love shaving my legs, chest and arms and being hairless and I genuinely adore plucking and shaping my eyebrows. Again, this is al a collision with my male self yet I feel a deep contentment after these physical alterations. I also love seeing dresses and high heel shoes and knowing I could actually wear them, not many men think that, cross-dressers though can maybe relate to that one.
I know for sure I love to be in full make-up, wig, painted nails, smooth hairless body, shaped eyebrows, perfumed, genitals tucked, breasts added and to wear a dress and the heels…it is such a magnificent, amazing and gorgeous feeling to attempt t pass oneself off as a woman. On a deep level I feel the real me is free but I won’t deny the male I am is thrilled by doing this and I can become sexually aroused by the experience. I am daring myself to throw away the man and become the woman. Unfortunately, despite a motivation to do this I fail to get there, the man still exerts control over me yet I’m desperate to get rid of him and let my female self take over for a few hours.
I would love, absolutely love to be a woman…but, do I really want to be a woman? I do get a real buzz from the illusion, pretending to be a woman and knowing I can return to being a man. I think for me transvestism is the best choice as I get to engage in my desires and it is an opportunity for self expression and freeing aspects of my persona I suppress. The truth is I am quite excited to call myself a transvestite, as a man it it feels really daring to be one yet it is driven at a deeper level by transsexualism that exists within me but tempered by the reality of knowing I can never truly be what I desire. I ant to enjoy myself as Helene and I want to push my abilities to free this aspect of myself and I want the freedom to exist as both man and woman, I want it all!
I will never have it all, my life is not just about me. I have responsibilities to others whom I cherish, I need to remain grounded and not let my own wishes dominate and consume me. It will be 2016 tomorrow, a new year that offers me very little prospect of spending time as Helene as other factors affecting my family, health and work take priority. If all goes well I have a emote possibility of becoming Helene once more in November. Just thinking about that brings a smile to my face and already the anticipation is quietly generating excitement within me.
Happy New Year!
Me and Rabbit.
Me, "Come on Rabbit, please smile."
Rabbit, "Can't. Sorry, I'm just not feeling it (the smiling part I mean). It's raining and I'd really like to go inside and think, and sulk a little more. Besides, I don't think you're fooling anyone with your half-hearted smile, mom."
Me, "Am I really that transparent Rabbit?"
Rabbit, "Pretty much. Come'on, let's go inside and watch Tabatha's Takeover. Some bad tv is just the thing to take your mind off things."
Me, "Rabbit, you really are quite insightful, you know that?"
Rabbit, "Yep, I know. Now how about we melt us some butter for our popcorn?"
Me, "Deal!"
Rabbit is my little thinker. She's extremely introspective, always speaks her mind and never speaks out of turn. I was told by a complete stranger that we look exactly alike (I think it's the hair and the glasses). I took that as a compliment.
It is early autumn in the southern hemisphere.
I see flowers and leaves on the floor.
Hibiscus dawns closed.
I wake up closed, at home
I'm introspective and reflective
I breathe and I take inspiration...
Contemplate hibiscus, butterflies and some birds from my little garden.
Smile and play with my dogs
Before the rain arrives
Until the coronavirus pandemic passes
Time to be quiet
Retreat time
It's time to pick me up ...
É o início do outono no hemisfério sul.
Eu vejo flores e folhas no chão.
Os hibiscos amanhecem fechados
Acordo fechado em casa
Estou introspectivo e reflexivo
Eu respiro e me inspiro ...
Contemplo as poucas flores, borboletas e
Alguns pássaros do meu pequeno jardim.
Sorrio e brinco com meus cachorros
Antes que a chuva chegue
Até que a pandemia de coronavírus passe
Hora de ficar quieto
Hora de retiro
É tempo de recolhimento...
COVID-19 Pandemia do Coronavírus 2020
Brasília, Brasil
Art Week Gallery Theme
Spring Gardens
27/04/2021
A captivating black and white portrait showcasing the beauty and intensity of a woman's gaze. The image highlights the texture of her skin and the depth of her green eyes.
This is yet another photoshoot for a book cover.
For his photos, I needed a bad boy attitude. He won't be smiling in the photos and in most of them he's looking mad, mean and angry. The chosen photos are perfect for their purpose.
The model, Felipe Donati, is a very handsome, cute, nice person. We had fun while shooting and I had to remind him all the time: "you are looking too cute and adorable! I need you to look tough, sad, angry!"
It's quite hard to look angry around me, mind you, but he did a very good job.
Also, I don't know why, but I kind of see a young Robert de Niro in him...
Striking portrait of Sanya, captured by Stephan Mosse. The image showcases a minimalist aesthetic with a focus on the model's intense gaze and the interplay of light and shadow.
This was a good day for photos...I took this and several others (featured in my photostream) within minutes of each other. A group of us were shooting at this location for an edition of Spanish Vogue (February 2007 issue, I think) so we were hanging out on the rooftop until nightfall. I climbed a ladder to get a better vantage point, when I spotted one of the guys gazing out into the city below....*CLICK*...Nice.
Decent amount of post work here...Mostly tinting, sharpening, and dodging / burning. Thanks for the compliments.
Some stories aren’t told in words. They live behind the eyes. In this portrait, wrapped in red and silence, stillness becomes strength. There’s a calm that feels heavy, a focus that borders on defiance, as if the world outside has slowed, waiting for the next move.
This image isn’t just about color or form. It’s about presence. That quiet, electric space between emotion and expression.
It’s the heart of portrait photography: the moment before the storm, the weight before the rise.
Shot with a fine art sensibility and cinematic tone, this portrait captures focus, resilience, and raw humanity, where even the stillness has motion, and every gaze has a story.
This photo is also available on products at www.zazzle.ca/david_stuart in the 'Cloud Series' by David Stuart
When Edward Burtynsky (1955- ) turned his attention to China in 2000, it seemed a natural continuation of the photographs he had been creating for over twenty years. Universally termed "industrial landscapes," his images focus on the environmental and cultural impact of Man-made technologies. In 'Manufacturing #10' Burtynsky unearths a beauty in his subjects, striking a nuanced balance between the harsh objectivity of the works' documentarian context and the finesse of contemporary art photography.
Burtynsky's oversized works have a sense of grandiosity and monumentality. There is an initial visual appeal of vibrant colors, details and scale; however, on closer inspection, the environmental dilemma unfolds. They are introspective and meditative, capturing a 'contemplative moment' where landscapes provide visual and emotional resonance.
I wanted to have a page for my *life words* the one-words that seem to always rule my heart. And when I came across a contact sheet of pics - Yes!
The more introspective journaling is a bit hidden with white pen on white and black pen on black.
n the fleeting chaos of the city, this moment caught my eye. a man, sharply dressed, walking past without realizing his reflection was captured in a thin film of water on the street. the soft blur of the surroundings blends with the crispness of the reflection, creating a visual contrast that speaks to the tension between movement and stillness. the architecture behind him, echoing the grand facades of paris, merges seamlessly into his mirrored image, making it unclear where the man ends and the city begins. it’s a brief, poetic moment of connection between man and metropolis.
There's something about capturing someone in a candid moment that's so enormously satisfying. And when they don't know you're there - when they're not preparing, posing, posturing, performing - it makes for a certain sincere honesty.
Not that people don't normally have fun or can't get comfortable with a camera around, but there's often the smallest hint of stiffness or formality that remains as people ease into a relationship with you. Even experienced subjects - actors and directors, who understand the value of releasing their selves and connecting with others entirely - can guard a small piece of themselves in a "real shoot".
As far as good subjects go, Colin's on my A-list. He jokes around, he's gregarious, engaging and sharp, he cuts to the chase, and he's open-minded and adventurous. This shot came at the end of a weekend hanging out in LA. I love the almost brogue-ish blur of it. It captures an introspective moment as we walked through the gardens of the Getty Museum Villa after a long, wonderful day. There's a sense of fleeting time and timelessness.
Colin's an inspired director and an inspiring friend, and he's easy to take good shots of, but this one is how I picture him as a Personality, how I like to imagine him at his most honest, without a pose.
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My weekly Manolith column is up! It’s got photos of Samantha, and me waxing…introspective? as I talk about why my skin crawls at the thought of me being competitive.
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A captivating portrait capturing a moment of introspection. The subject's gaze and the soft lighting create a sense of quiet contemplation.
It was in this moment when I gazed into the lens, and saw someone I wish I knew, and then was relieved when she finally smiled back at me. I knew at that precise moment we’d be fast friends, and I also knew that I met my muse, who would finally teach, and guide me through self exploration to self discovery.
Explore the mysterious beauty of the forest with this photo of a dog lying on a mossy slope, gazing upward towards a tiny pine tree sapling. The dark, moody ambiance and the dog’s focused expression create an enchanting and intriguing scene, perfect for those who appreciate the magical allure of nature and the quiet strength of animals.
Santa Chiara is a religious complex in Naples, Italy, that includes the Church of Santa Chiara, a monastery, tombs and an archeological museum. The Basilica church of Santa Chiara faces Via Benedetto Croce, which is the easternmost leg of Via Spaccanapoli. The church facade of Santa Chiara is diagonally across from the church of Gesù Nuovo.
The double monastic complex was built in 1313–1340 by Queen Sancha of Majorca and her husband King Robert of Naples, who is also buried in the complex. The original church was in traditional Provençal-Gothic style, but was decorated in the 17th century in Baroque style by Domenico Antonio Vaccaro. After the edifice was partially destroyed by a fire after the Allied bombings during World War II, it was brought back to the alleged original state by a disputed restoration, which was completed in 1953.
Famous is the cloister of the Clarisses, transformed in 1742 by Domenico Antonio Vaccaro with the unique addition of majolica tiles in Rococò style. The brash color floral decoration makes this cloister, with octagonal columns in pergola-like structure, likely unique and would seem to clash with the introspective world of cloistered nuns. The cloister arcades are also decorated by frescoes, now much degraded. (Wikipedia)
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If, like me, you ears are tired of having all the pop christmas music being rammed down your ears, but you still need beautiful sound caressing you, then, here you go! Franz Liszt is a fine alternative.
Franz Liszt seems the last person who would write charming Christmas music. Virtuoso fireworks, desperate passion and the smell of hell-fire was more his line. But by 1881 he’d turned 70, and become a mild and introspective clergyman. His music had become gentle, as this Christmas-tree Suite shows. In the Autumn he went to stay in a modest hotel in Rome, where his grand-daughter Daniela kept him company. On Christmas day he played the Suite for her and a few guests.
Interesting…
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