Wednesday, 14 November 2007

All work...

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

Today I... #732234

Today's score: Lullatone, "Little Songs About Raindrops".

Sunday, 30 September 2007


Today's score: my friends and my family.

Thursday, 20 September 2007


I lose my daydreams
I lose my colours
I lose my longing
I find myself

(Maximilian Hecker, "Grey")

September is always my favorite time of the year.
I was born in September.
I always start something from scratch in September.
September is crystal clear and unpredictable at the same time.
I find myself.

Today's score: three Maximilian Hecker's albums.

Monday, 27 August 2007


Last year's summer holidays ended here...

This same place was the beginning of this year's summer.

Today's score: the sea. Nothing else.

Tuesday, 7 August 2007

Albedo 0.39

I'll never know why the see is the main recurring character in my images. I know it'll always be a source of surprises, of new events.

0.39, the average albedo of Earth, can be derived from this mysterious equation:

Scientists alert: Because of its light appearance, ice reflects much of the sun's radiation back into space whereas dark ocean water absorbs more of the sun's energy. As ice melts, more exposed ocean water changes the Earth's albedo, or fraction of energy reflected away from the planet. This leads to increased absorption of energy that further warms the planet in what is called ice-albedo feedback. [ Read article at NASA's site ]

No longer Albedo 0.39...

Today's score: Greg Haines' "Slumber Tides", again and again.

Monday, 23 July 2007

We do

A month ago, on the 23rd June 2007, my friends Joana and António got married. It was St. John's day and the theme was all around. Joana asked me to take some pictures.

I have some problems aiming any camera at people I'm not intimate with and there were a lot of people at the ceremony and at the party who I never met before.

Also, I was looking for the opposite of typical wedding photos. No formal poses, no controlled light, no professional film, no professional camera and above all: having fun with it.

I decided to take Lomo LC-A and Holga with me. A dozen of expired 120 and 35mm film rolls from several brands would certainly give me the kind of images I was looking for.

The results were obviously unexpected sometimes.

I gathered a rather incomplete set of pictures to make public and a complete one to offer Joana and António. I hope they like it. I had a really good time

You can look at the set of public pictures at my Flickr space, "A+J" set.

Today's score: Apparat, "Walls" filling all my measures.

Wednesday, 18 July 2007

Surfing on a Rocket

I hate my job sometimes. But don't get me wrong. I'm in a very good mood anyway. :)

5 4 3 2 1 0
No one can stop me to go
You'll never see me again

Today's score: Air, favorite tunes.

Monday, 16 July 2007

Chez moi

A grey summer morning, a sunny afternoon.
My stereo being abused.

Today's score: a lot of Steve Reich, a lot of Brian Eno, a lot of Bach.

Saturday, 14 July 2007

Story untold

Looking at my series "A silent place out in the country", a friend cried. She was somehow connected to that place. One more story untold. Like many other, in a now silent place out in the country.


Today's score: Kaito, "Undred Million Love Years".

Accelerated particles

Accelerated particles have been missing their target lately.

Days are: empty.
Light is: too much.
Air is: hot.
Horizon is: hidden.
People are: still.
You are: still beautiful.
I am: still here.

Today's score: Triosk. Looping "The Headlight Serenade".

Friday, 13 July 2007

Dreams / Memories / Dreams

Memory is a tricky device. Dreams are distorted yet familiar places. Time is gapless. Is it?

The pair of sleeping kids' images in this post belongs to a set of personal pictures I made at the wedding of a really good friend.

June it was. I grabbed my Lomo LC-A and my Holga and loaded them both with a dozen rolls of expired film from random brands.

The scanned files still rest on my laptop. These two images untangled something I wasn't expecting: dreamy memories from another wedding from when I was a child, perhaps some of the first "stories" I can recall.

At that age, and at this distance in time, fragments is all I can remember of a possible story.

These images made tiny facts come alive and perfectly visible in my mind. Yet, the whole story remains fuzzy and disconnected.

It was some distant cousin's wedding. It was already night. A big room, filled with big people, with loud music. I was looking at the floor and getting dizzy without knowing why.

"Grandma! What's happening?" I said. Grandma started to joke and told something about the room moving in circles. I was even more scared. Then I got an explanation.

All those colored light spots moving in circles were meant to amuse, not confuse. Grandma took both my hands and started to dance with. I got confident under grandmother's guidance and the world – that room – became a better place.

And that was my first experience under a disco ball.

I can remember father driving us back home very late. I woke up at my mother's voice. My head rested on my sister's lap. The car was packed so we had the back of the wagon as a bed.

Dreams are distorted yet familiar places, remixed and refurbished, blurry landscapes, stored in time.

Today's score: listening to Tom Waits' "One from the Heart". One of my favourite movies too.

Tuesday, 3 July 2007

A shadow, a heart

Someone said that the shadows on this picture resembled the shape of a heart...

Today I... #119872

From the moment of commitment, nature conspires to help you.
Cetacea, from Björk's soundtrack to Matthew Barney's "Drawing Restraint 9".

Today's score: a lot of Björk. Take a look at one of my favorite videos here.

Wednesday, 20 June 2007


After a little more than one year of "work", getting back to taking pictures again, I made my first portfolio: Sunday. There is a first version of it, but I considered it a draft.

This year's "Novos Talentos FNAC" contest (FNAC's New Talents) was about to close submissions and I decided to take a chance.

This year's jury was really appealing. Among them, António Júlio Duarte is a photographer who I really like since I first saw his work at Lisboaphoto 2005.

Inês d'Orey presented a really beautiful work called "Porto Interior" and won. An honorable mention was given to Vera Lúcia Carmo for her "Still Moving Frames" which I didn't saw yet.

My portfolio had no prize but I would like to share it with you and I would be glad to hear your comments. I am aware of some of the weaknesses of this set of images, especially of the printed version of it.

It was also my first experience in Inkjet printing (with Epson Ultrachrome K3 pigments) and many mistakes were made as color is very difficult for me yet, especially when it comes to calibration and proofing.

The whole portfolio can be seen here and this is a translation of the text that accompanied the portfolio.

SUNDAY (Domingo)
26 Inkjet prints (Epson Ultrachrome K3), 30cm x 30cm

Sunday, first day of the week, or the last one in certain cases. Day of the light, day of the sun.

The work presented here is intended to approach a very personal vision of this time. Sunday became the day that photographing ritualized itself for me. It's a day for seeking, where that action religiously assumes a solitary and intimate form.

All these images were taken at Sunday and are sorted on a "random trajectory" sense. Despite this fact, I avoided documental or photojournalistic tone, using a square format and choosing a language that I consider coherent but not necessarily and aesthetically uniform.

I considered the diversity of light and climate conditions an essential component of this journey.

Each image is numbered, suggesting and order. But only the first and last images formally impose their place. The remaining ones are landmarks of my Sunday walks. The viewer should be able to trace another order for his own walk through these marks.

The following paragraphs describe some fragments of this journey. Each one corresponds to a group of images or just a single one.

Time has a different behavior on Sundays. Routines change or nullify themselves. Light invites us to get outside and reveals itself as the main excuse to do so. Machines stop. Some corners in the city become a static scenario. Emptiness and silence hijack many spaces and architecture imposes only to herself, exhibiting a pure state.

The human figure appears rarefied in the landscape, ascetic in its absolute solitude - contemplating its intimacy. "Life is thus made of little solitudes" (1).

And yes, it is now possible to contemplate the line of the horizon, after its absence during the week when interrupted or hidden by the city skyline.

Promontories and cliffs turn themselves for a moment into an amphitheater of solemn adoration of the sun, the horizon, the sea, the infinite.

And time deceives us again, compelling us to return home...

José Carlos Duarte, Lisbon, 14th May 2007.

(1) - "Camera Lucida", Roland Barthes.

Today's score: Ursula Rucker, "Silver or Lead" and "Ma'at Mama".

Sunday, 10 June 2007


A Sunday without taking a picture, spent with you and with my friends. A lot to see and talk about. A packed afternoon around the Garden of the World.

One word stood out of today's score: twilight.

Also my favorite time of day (night?), there are many lyrics, images, stories about or around it. Science tell us that twilight on Mars is longer than twilight on Earth, lasting for up to two hours before sunrise or after sunset. There is even a formulae to calculate twilight duration.

Anyway, there will allays be something magical about it. Nostalgic or energic. A moment calling for a change that has not really happened. Yet...

This photo? A twilight twist. The big element that dominates the image: detailed in contour yet too dark to show its texture. Our eyes match this form with that of a rock. Is it? My mind takes me somewhere else. Otherwise, it would be just a deceitful rock.

Today's score: a lot of Perry Blake's songs, from "Perry Blake" to "Canyon Songs".

Twilight was to my life
What the daylight was to yours
And in hindsight it was twilight
That took you from me

Perry Blake, "Native New-Yorker"

Friday, 8 June 2007

Last Sunday I...

So last Sunday I left myself alone and randomly departed from home, towards south Lisbon, out of the city. I crossed the bigger bridge (Vasco da Gama) but I still didn’t know were to head to. It was hot so I took the first exit out of the highway. Between Samouco, Seixalinho and Alcochete I took a couple rolls of Ilford Delta 100 and some Provia 100F. I didn't know these places and it all seemed far-far-far away from Lisbon. I'll post some images soon...

For today, I feel like recycling some images out of my digital box. I found a lot of pictures I had never "saw" before. I'll keep on posting them on Flickr for the next days.

This foto? A footstep or just a big stop of drained out sand? A twilight twist to talk about in some other post...

Today's score: nothing at all.

Saturday, 2 June 2007


I'm in need of time. Time for taking care of you. Time to spend with myself. Time for composing pictures. Time for understanding the landscape. Time to discover a skyline. Time to search for simple forms and evidence of unseen reality. These images are the only references I'm retaining lately. I've been blurring all the rest.

Today's score: "Music has the right to children" and other albums by the Boards of Canada.

Friday, 1 June 2007