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Modelo: Dark Moon
Maquillaje y peluquería: Sorayica Llaurado y Alassie Makeup
Vestuario: Alassie | El Costurero Real y Jafet San Martin (complementos en cuero)
Fotografia y procesado: Axel Montero | photography
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Este era un hombre bien gueno pa la talla, simpre andaba haciendo bromah y chisteh a toda la gente del pueblo onde vivía. Este hombre vivía solo en una casa que había abandonada cerca de un río. Siempre taba en tosh lah fiesta, lah minga, en loh rezoh, en todah parte ahí estaba él y siempre haciendo diablurah.
Tonceh, una tarde que el Mañuzo andaba por la orilla del río buscando un corderito que tenía, se encontró con una mujer que se andaba pasiando por la orilla del río, andaba vestía con un camisón blanco y con chalas. Entonces, pensó él, dijo: “Le gua hacer una broma a esta pituca”. Y se escondió detrah de una mata y esperó a que pase. Entonces, justo cuando iba pasando la mujer, él que se apareció de repente gritando como loco y, entonces la mujer se asustó porque como tropezó en una piedra y se cayó de espalda y se golpió el celebro en una piedra.
Mañuco se asustó porque la mujer no se movía…así que entonces, se jue al río a guscar agua y le mojó la cabeza, la cara pero na, no se movía. Entonces, lo tomó en brazoh y lo llevó pa su casa pa ver que podía hacer. Cuando llegó a su casa la acostó y le hizo unoh remedioh ahí, de esos que se hacen en el campo, con yerbah, raiceh y hoja de árboleh y toa esah cosah.
Después, ya con loh cuidaoh y loh remedioh empezó a vivir la mujer, tonceh Mañuco que le dijo, le preguntó que cómo se llamaba, tonceh, ella que le dijo:
- Me llamo María Huenchumán.
- ¡María Huenchumán! No puede ser, si tú estáh muerta, te moriste hace como un año, yo mesmo clavé tu ataul.
- No – le dijo ella -, no estaba muerta, me enterraron viva.
Tonceh, inmediatamente que se desapareció la mujer y Mañuco quedó muy asustao. Después, al otro día cuando él lo empezó a contar a suh amigoh lo que le había pasao, nadie le creyó, le pasó igual que al pastor mentiroso.
Pero, desde entonces que Mañuco ya no hizo máh chisteh ni bromah, ni tampoco se fue ya a ninguna fiesta, se lo pasa nomáh que cuidando la tumbra de la María Huenchumán en el cementerio.
/ Grafito
/ Photoshop
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#2: Nature
so, this is part two of the Teleidoscope Project, and since i didn't want to do a literal meaning of nature, i decided to try something that i think represents nature.... indians:)
i kind of think of indians as the human form of nature , so i cut up an old t-shirt, threw on some face paint and a headband with some feathers and decided to take the less literal representation of indians, as well.
i started out my walk to "my spot" and as i came to the little pond on the way, i stopped to take some pictures near it. as i took off my shoes and walked over to wear i was going to stand for the picture, i realized the mud was not as solid as i thought, and my feet were then caked with mud.... so i went with it and wiped the mud, that was now on my hands as well, on my arms and legs.
i continued my "journey" to a small forest of bare trees, where, because i was shoe-less, it wasn't an easy task running back and forth from the camera...
after that i moved to the field of grasses and got a few more shots where i fell from a branch i was standing on and acquired several cuts.... oops.
after the sun was almost set, and a few people/families on the bike path near-by stopped and stared, i decided it was time to head home and wash myself off...
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Ahí donde la veis, dormidita, tranquilita, relajada... no os engañéis, Daniela es un bebito con muuuuuucho carácter y costó la vida poder tenerla así de dormidica ^^. Los bebés no son fáciles amigos, pero son muy gratificantes ;)
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Modelo: Andrea Valldosera
Maquillaje: Nicolas Santander D' Marino
Peluquería: Thiago Câmara
Fotografia y procesado: Axel Montero | photography
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“Our artists paint our anatomy selectively, and then leave us who look at the actual body scratching our heads wondering where's all the other stuff. Similarly, we tell the stories of the saints of old stripped of their human-ness, and then wonder where today's saints are. Those of old never existed in the idealized manner in which the hagiographers tell of them, any more than the impossible symmetrical perfection of the muscles in the anatomical chart. The saints of today are the broken and imperfect among us who nevertheless identify themselves and "the holy" in the ashes and the dust. They are your dancing grandmas who no longer care what you think, they are your alcoholic fathers broken by beauty and pain, they are in fact you, one layer deep of the mask.”
[Gil Hedley, Integral Anatomy]
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“What I’m after isn’t flexible bodies, but flexible brains. What I’m after is to restore each person to their human dignity. ”
--Moshe Feldenkrais
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eye doctor appt.
got my eyes dilated
and my pupils were 3x their normal size...
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