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chris carrabba of dashboard confessional - pnc bank arts center, holmdel, nj
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Confessional at abandoned Baptist church in Detroit, MI.
I am giving a talk on 'modern ruins' at the Toronto Camera Club, 587 Mount Pleasant Road, this Thursday, Feb. 26, starting at 8pm. You're more than welcome to join us!
June 4th, 2016 - Dashboard Confessional performs live at Freedom Hill Amphitheatre in Sterling Heights, Michigan. Credit: Joe Orlando. www.schwegweb.com
went to a wedding this past weekend. very nice building, with a couple of confessional booths set up at the back of the sanctuary. i'd never sat in one before so..i did. wierd feeling, kinda smelt a little like old wood, or like a cabin. this photo is from inside looking out.
Confessional - Cathédrale notre Dame de Québec - Notre Dame Cathedral - Quebec City, 2015/05
L’aïeul
L’aïeul mourait froid et rigide.
Il avait quatre-vingt-dix ans.
La blancheur de son front livide
Semblait blanche sur ses draps blancs.
Il entr’ouvrit son grand oeil pâle,
Et puis il parla d’une voix
Lointaine et vague comme un râle,
Ou comme un souffle au fond des bois.
Est-ce un souvenir, est-ce un rêve ?
Aux clairs matins de grand soleil
L’arbre fermentait sous la sève,
Mon coeur battait d’un sang vermeil.
Est-ce un souvenir, est-ce un rêve ?
Comme la vie est douce et brève !
Je me souviens, je me souviens
Des jours passés, des jours anciens !
J’étais jeune ! je me souviens !
Est-ce un souvenir, est-ce un rêve ?
L’onde sent un frisson courir
A toute brise qui s’élève ;
Mon sein tremblait à tout désir.
Est-ce un souvenir, est-ce un rêve.
Ce souffle ardent qui nous soulève ?
Je me souviens, je me souviens !
Force et jeunesse ! ô joyeux biens !
L’amour ! l’amour ! je me souviens !
Est-ce un souvenir, est-ce un rêve ?
Ma poitrine est pleine du bruit
Que font les vagues sur la grève,
Ma pensée hésite et me fuit.
Est-ce un souvenir, est-ce un rêve
Que je commence ou que j’achève ?
Je me souviens, je me souviens !
On va m’étendre près des miens ;
La mort ! la mort ! je me souviens !
Des vers - Guy de Maupassant
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NIkon F100 @ IL+1
Micro Nikkor 60mm
Ilford hp5 @800
Kodak D76 (stock)
Nikon Coolscan LS5000
CS5 : Contrast and unsharp mask
The crowd surrounding Banksy's Concrete Confessional piece, on the twelfth day of his Better Out Than In show in NYC. E 7th St and Cooper Sq.
Totem of Confessions, inside.
Still wondering what the Generator told Jonny that was so funny.
Burning Man 2015
Artist Willem Vermandere with one of his sculptures in the confessional of the church in Lauwe where he exhibited his works.
From the autumn 2016 trip to Vietnam:
If ever there were a good way to finish up a trip, this particular Sunday in October would be it. Before arriving in Hanoi, I honestly had exceptionally low expectations. A bit like Saigon, if you are to go online and try to look up a list of places to visit – basically a tourist’s stock photography checklist, as it may be – you don’t find much that’s appealing. Well…I didn’t, anyway, and as a result, I had pretty low expectations for Hanoi.
The charm and beauty of Hanoi, however, isn’t in any one particular place. It’s in the experience of the entire city. (I’d say the same for Saigon, but multiply that a few times for Hanoi.) On this day in the Old Quarter in particular, I kept finding myself thinking, “Oh, my God, I shouldn’t be this lucky as a photographer…” Today ended up being mostly about people, with a little food and historical locations mixed in.
As I mentioned in the last set of posting, today would start off a bit sad with Junebug leaving for China a day before I would. So, we were checked out of our room by 6:00 in the morning or so. The breakfast at the Art Trendy was wonderful. Buffet with a mix of made-to-order omelets mixed in. Strong work, Art Trendy, strong work…
When June left, I really had nothing to do since it was still six in the morning and I was temporarily homeless as I had to switch hotels. So…I sat around the lobby for about two hours (possibly slightly awkward for the poor girls working there, but oh, well; I had to sit somewhere).
Around 8:00, I finally dragged my old bones out of the hotel and walked the five to ten minutes down the street to the Aquarius, where I politely asked them to hold my non-camera bag until I come back around 1:00 in the afternoon to check in.
After that, I was finally off with my cameras to enjoy an early Sunday morning in the bustling Old Quarter. On the street where the hotel is situated are a number of restaurants where locals were jammed in to enjoy noodles, steamed buns, and the like. It was wonderful to be among that crowd (though someone tried to scold me ever so slightly for taking pictures of people eating).
Since this was right next to St. Joseph’s Cathedral – and it was Sunday morning – I found my way back into the church where we crashed the wedding the afternoon before and realized that I almost got locked into Sunday mass while walking around taking pictures. So…I stayed. I prayed. And my prayer was answered when I realized the side doors and even the back door were open. (Ok…I didn’t really think I was locked in a church, but it did feel like it a little bit.)
Upon exiting the church, a handful of frames under my belt, I walked along the lovely streets photographing shops and people. At Caphe, I piggybacked on someone else’s photo shoot – it looked like they were doing a promo for the place, or possibly just a personal shoot for five women, though I have a feeling it was the former. At any rate, I was quite pleased with that little set and am presenting quite a few of those here, even if they’re a little redundant.
My ultimate goal with this wandering was to find my way to the Hanoi Hilton. Now, I’m not taking about the hotel chain, of course, but rather the prison that U.S. prisoners of war sarcastically called the Hanoi Hilton during the Vietnam War. (This is the prison where Senator John McCain was interred while a POW, and there are one or two pictures to that effect here.)
This prison has a particularly interesting history (and morbid since…well…it’s a prison). It’s about a hundred years old and was founded by the French colonialists around the turn of the 20th century. During the first 50 years of its history, the French imprisoned Vietnamese insurgents and those who wanted independence. In the eyes of the French…renegades (hence the imprisonment). In the eyes of the Vietnamese – especially the current government – patriots and national heroes. If they were truly freedom fighters, then I would probably side with the current government on that one.
The French even had a guillotine installed here and overcrowding was a major problem. There were plenty of escape attempts, and more were successful than you may think, which is a little peculiar.
After the battle of Bien Dien Phu and the ejection of the French from the north (and before the U.S. got involved in the south), the prison changed hands and was under control of Ho Chi Minh. During the Vietnam War, it became one of the main prisons for U.S. POWs, as I alluded to above.
The propaganda claims that the Vietcong were absolutely humane and decent with U.S. prisoners, allowing them to observe their religious rites (Christmas celebrations, etc.), allowed prisoners to smoke and enjoy leisure (board games, basketball, etc.), and claimed they were well-fed.
This is certainly how it’s presented in the prison/museum currently. If you were to go online, though, and try to find a contrary report, you would find that this was all coerced and staged to make it appear as if things were on the up and up. (For anyone curious, per my Vietnamese friends, the general education in Vietnam today is how terrible the French and U.S. were for colonizing and torturing the country and keeping it from its independence.)
So, what’s the truth of what really happened? Who knows? Outside of firsthand accounts, it’s impossible to know for certain and even then, memory can be a tricky thing. I tend to like to say the truth is always somewhere between two opposing viewpoints, no matter what the topic may be.
From an impartial and purely photographic point of view, the prison, currently a museum/memorial, is an interesting place to spend an hour or two. Some of the exhibits seem a bit cheesy, but some are quite tasteful and well done. There’s also an informational video. You’ll have to see this with a bit of imagination (the prison, that is), as at least half of it has been leveled for high rise buildings. At least there’s some tangible piece of it left to visit, including the main gate (Maison Centrale).
After about two hours here at the Hanoi Hilton, I walked over towards the Opera House to get a few daytime shots but, really, to get lunch at El Gaucho. I was looking forward to a proper steak. The prices were astronomical (though justifiable based on what I ate), though I just opted for a steak salad. It was so good I contemplated going back for dinner, but had other plans.
With a happy stomach, I went back to finally check in at the Aquarius Hotel and got my workout huffing up six flights of stairs each time I went out. I relaxed here for a few hours until 4:00 when a dear friend of mine came to town to see me.
Ngan and I had an ice cream at Baskin Robbins right in front of St. Joe’s before heading over to the Temple of Literature. This is a temple dedicated to education and, bless my soul, it’s a place where university graduates come for graduation pictures.
On this particular day – a warm, sunny, late Sunday afternoon – it was packed with college students. And it was beautiful to see that many people happy, full of hopes and dreams, and dressed in either cap and gown or traditional Vietnamese clothes. In short…I had a field day shooting for an hour here.
Around 5:00, Ngan had to head back to school, and I went back to my hotel. I had one more meeting. Hoa, who traveled around Thailand & Cambodia with me in May, flew back to see me this evening. She picked me up at 6:00 on her scooter and rode me all around Hanoi by evening.
She started by taking me to Ho Chi Minh’s Mausoleum (which I consider a lot more photogenic in its setting than the Great Gangster’s Mausoleum on Tiananmen Square). This one, at least, was in a parklike setting. At evening, it’s well-lit and you can find people relaxing in the grass in front of it. During the day, you can visit and there are quite a few buildings behind the mausoleum that you can also see.
After a few minutes here, Hoa took me by West Lake – the largest lake in Hanoi, as I mentioned yesterday – and just drove me around for over an hour, it seemed. My impressions that Hanoi (even out of the Old Quarter) seemed to be a good place to live – though I’d be concerned about the air pollution – and people here seemed to be happy. Also…Vietnamese really love their coffee.
We finally returned to the Old Quarter for dinner at one of the famous restaurants she recommended and she treated me to a wonderful dinner. I can’t recall what we ate (the Vietnamese names of it, anyway), but it was nice.
After dinner, she drove me over towards the Opera House and then, finally, we stopped by Hoan Kiem Lake in the heart of the Quarter and walked around the lake. It was getting close to 10:00 by this time, and I wanted to get back to the hotel to get a few hours sleep before waking up for my early flight in the morning. Hoa came to the airport with me to see me off.
If ever there were a great way to finish a great trip, this was it. I absolutely loved Vietnam – honestly, a lot more than I imagined I would, even with every single person I know who’d ever come here saying what a fantastic country this is – and would gladly come back. This seems to be one of the kinds of countries that you would never get tired of or, if you did, it would sure take a long time. With that, I’ll bid goodbye to Vietnam for now with the hopes that I’ll someday return to this land of amazing food, landscapes, and people.
As always, thanks for dropping by and viewing these pictures. Please feel free to leave any questions or comments and I’ll answer as I have time.
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the soundtrack Marilyn Manson - Mechanical Animal
Dashboard's recent album when I did this was The shade of a poison tree. I thought this made sense. I recently did several tee-shirt and merch designs for the band too.
This was inside the small pagoda temple. It was a small confessional, with two sides and two doors. You could enter either side and wait for another person to enter and confess, or you yourself could bare your soul.
well i love this group. the group description says to take a picture that confesses something about yourself. so i objectively thought about myself, and i decided that i really feel like i have no balls when it comes to talking pictures that i really want to take....i REALLY want to take pictures of complete strangers and get their story, to capture the true character of their face, to just speak with them for even just a moment and grab that moment with the camera, to get a CLOSE shot, not just a street shot. but what am i scared of? well, rejection or getting laughed at, which i can deal with, but deeper, i'm scared of not being able to break away from them. i dont know if that makes sense. i don't feel like figuring it out in this little description box at 3:21am.
so, for instance..this picture, i was sitting next to him on the subway. we were very close to each other (in new york,personal space doesn't really exist), but sat in silence. i snapped this because he looked like he was in some sort of peace looking out the window, and it was noisy on the train so he couldn't hear the shutter snap in his ear (which was seriously like 5 inches away, people.) he had the tattoo on his fingers which said life. why wouldn't i talk to him? well mainly, because i got the picture that i wanted out of the situation. but even further... why life?
St Joesph's Chapel was added to the original house and still remains to this day in a much better state than the rest of the building.
Video of the explore including footage from our AR Drone available here.
Part I >> Part II >> Part III >> Part IV >> Part V >> Part VI >> Part VII >> Part VIII
Abandoned Scotland Online