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Me and a friend decided for a short hike in the afternoon from Piani d'Avaro, reached by car, to an anonymous peak above there with a stones man on the highest point.
Piani d'Avaro (Cusio), Brembana valley, Orobie Alps, Italy.
genuinely manipulated memories '14
Stealing other people’s memories might be wrong, but I just share their happiness and sadness as a future friend.
It’s a pleasure to introduce my friends from the past, not in a usual way but as an integrated whole of my different perspectives on their existences.
I met this family in a box that full of old memories at a flea market. Besides all those great printed black and white photos which I actually collect, this baby bath album was on negative, shining and waiting to be printed or at least to be scanned.
For weeks, I looked at the negatives almost everyday to figure out the features of faces. It was obvious from some hints to say that these photographs belong to at least 30 years ago, that’s why, I waited and whetted my appetite to meet these people from a time when I didn’t even exist in.And it was literally nice to meet this little guy and beautiful ladies in their very special day.
Having no idea about who they are, when and where they have lived, what their relationship actually was or how they live in now, if they still do, is not important since to be free to write millions of different scripts for every time I look at them is the thing that actually matters to me.
To see how they’d look like in ‘real’ form was the purpose. So here you are: the anonymous faces, enough to reveal their uniquenesses. As for the everything else, that identify them in that particular time and space, stayed negative and always will be for me.
Now their faces belong to today as if they’re ready to resume on.
Anonymous Government building behind The Merton Hotel on Merton Road, Bootle, Merseyside, England.
Built in the late 1970s and demolished in the mid 1980s/early 1990s.
My place of work in the early 1980s.
genuinely manipulated memories '14
Stealing other people’s memories might be wrong, but I just share their happiness and sadness as a future friend.
It’s a pleasure to introduce my friends from the past, not in a usual way but as an integrated whole of my different perspectives on their existences.
I met this family in a box that full of old memories at a flea market. Besides all those great printed black and white photos which I actually collect, this baby bath album was on negative, shining and waiting to be printed or at least to be scanned.
For weeks, I looked at the negatives almost everyday to figure out the features of faces. It was obvious from some hints to say that these photographs belong to at least 30 years ago, that’s why, I waited and whetted my appetite to meet these people from a time when I didn’t even exist in.And it was literally nice to meet this little guy and beautiful ladies in their very special day.
Having no idea about who they are, when and where they have lived, what their relationship actually was or how they live in now, if they still do, is not important since to be free to write millions of different scripts for every time I look at them is the thing that actually matters to me.
To see how they’d look like in ‘real’ form was the purpose. So here you are: the anonymous faces, enough to reveal their uniquenesses. As for the everything else, that identify them in that particular time and space, stayed negative and always will be for me.
Now their faces belong to today as if they’re ready to resume on.
This is known as a 'bocca de lione' or 'mouth of the lion'. The were many in Venice from around the 15th Century but Napoleon didn't much care for them and, at his command, some energy was expended in smashing them off the walls (when he wasn't busy trying to conquer the city for the French).
There are just a few that survived and we discovered this one quite by accident on our last morning in Venice. These days, I guess the Venetians largely use e-mail...
Photojournalism attempt with my tiny camera:
August 22, 2011. Protesters organized by "Anonymous" marched against the Bay Area Rapid Transit (BART) in downtown SF, causing the train stations to shut down temporarily. The protestors went up and down Market Street, followed closely by police in riot gear. 45 people were eventually arrested.
Reasons for the protest: shooting by Bart police and the subsequent shut-off of cell-phone use on August 11th (by Bart to avoid coordination efforts within the stations).
genuinely manipulated memories '14
Stealing other people’s memories might be wrong, but I just share their happiness and sadness as a future friend.
It’s a pleasure to introduce my friends from the past, not in a usual way but as an integrated whole of my different perspectives on their existences.
I met this family in a box that full of old memories at a flea market. Besides all those great printed black and white photos which I actually collect, this baby bath album was on negative, shining and waiting to be printed or at least to be scanned.
For weeks, I looked at the negatives almost everyday to figure out the features of faces. It was obvious from some hints to say that these photographs belong to at least 30 years ago, that’s why, I waited and whetted my appetite to meet these people from a time when I didn’t even exist in.And it was literally nice to meet this little guy and beautiful ladies in their very special day.
Having no idea about who they are, when and where they have lived, what their relationship actually was or how they live in now, if they still do, is not important since to be free to write millions of different scripts for every time I look at them is the thing that actually matters to me.
To see how they’d look like in ‘real’ form was the purpose. So here you are: the anonymous faces, enough to reveal their uniquenesses. As for the everything else, that identify them in that particular time and space, stayed negative and always will be for me.
Now their faces belong to today as if they’re ready to resume on.