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Midnight pool

2011-09-15T03:47:00.001+01:00

Midnight pool, a photo by José Júpiter on Flickr.

|| PAUSE

2011-09-13T02:09:00.001+01:00

|| PAUSE, a photo by José Júpiter on Flickr.

Até Já...

2010-12-30T23:44:00.002Z

Vou ali e já volto. :)
Até 2011.

My new blog...

2010-10-28T01:01:00.001+01:00

"A DOG IS A DOG IS A DOG", here.

It will be a placeholder of ideas, drafts and a brief research on other photographers’ relations with dogs.

See you soon...

2010-09-20T21:37:00.000+01:00

Last summer day at the beach?

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Maybe...

And in good company.

Today's score: Mademoiselle Caro & Franck Garcia, "Left".

September... :)

2010-09-03T00:13:00.000+01:00

Move on, Summer...

2010-08-31T00:09:00.002+01:00

:)

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George #1

2010-03-25T02:13:00.001Z

"It takes time in the morning for me to become George, time to adjust to what is expected of George and how he is to behave. By the time I have dressed and put the final layer of polish on the now slightly stiff but quite perfect George I know fully what part I'm suppose to play."

*#50

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Perhaps instead of standing by the river bank scooping out water, it's better to immerse yourself in the current, and watch how the river comes up, flows smoothly around your presence, and gently reforms the other side like you were never there.

Paul Graham, on "A Shimmer of Possibility"

*#49, Parallel Lines

2010-03-10T12:24:00.007Z

If you found the words, would you really say them?
If I forgot the lines, is it easy enough to fake it?
Or do you need a moment to rememorize?

Junior Boys, "Parallel Lines"

Start Still...

2010-03-05T02:09:00.000Z

Falta 1 dia...

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Faltam 2 dias...

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Faltam 3 dias...

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Faltam 4 dias...

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*#48

2010-02-28T20:48:00.000Z

"Doppelgänger"

2010-02-26T15:48:00.004Z

Sleepy I must have sat, sleepy I sat
Get to the note and get your hands out
Dive, we fall and sail flat into the noise
Rivers in time, stick to the line, sticky eyelid, blind

Today's score: Efterklang.

*#47

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*#46

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"This used to be the future"

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*#45

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*#44

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*#43

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*#42

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*#41, work work work

2010-01-24T23:02:00.002Z

Max

2010-01-08T01:30:00.001Z

I don't want you to go, I'll eat you up, I love you so.

(*) - KW to Max, near the end of Spike Jonze's movie based on Maurice Sendak's "Where the Wild Things Are".

From revolution to revelation...

2009-12-30T03:50:00.002Z

*#40, os dias sem os pés no chão, dos esforços em vão...

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*#39

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"Nunca"

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*#38

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*#37

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*#36

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*#35

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*#34

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*#33

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*#32

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*#31

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*#30

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*#29

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*#28

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*#27

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*#26

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*#25

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*#24

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*#23

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*#22

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*#21

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*#20

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*#19

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*#18

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*#17

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*#16

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*#15

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*#14

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*#13

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*#12

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*#11

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*#10

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*#9

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*#8

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*#7

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*#6

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*#5

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*#4, "Le Soleil est près de moi"

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2009-09-29T01:26:00.001+01:00

Inspiration: Where the Wild Things Are

2009-09-20T01:10:00.007+01:00

Max is comming...

* - The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind

"Where the Wild Things Are", Story and pictures by Maurice Sendak, Harper & Row, 1963

*#2

2009-09-19T00:29:00.001+01:00

a dog is a dog is a dog (boreas)

*#1

2009-09-18T01:59:00.005+01:00

a dog is a dog is a dog (boreas)

Inspiration: Orlando's gaze

2009-09-14T01:42:00.005+01:00

Tilda Swinton as Orlando, on Sally Potter's 1992 adaptation of Virginia Woolf's Orlando.

Inspiration: Manuela Vargas

2009-09-12T01:03:00.003+01:00

From Pedro Almodóvar's "The Flower of My Secret" ("La Flor de Mi Secreto"), where Blanca (Manuela Vargas) dances with António (Joaquín Cortés).

Inspiration: 71

2009-09-09T23:37:00.007+01:00

Smell of Dust on a Hot Light-Bulb
Warm Photocopier Toner
Hot Metal
A Toaster
Freshly Welded Aluminium
The Ink in a Fountain Pen
Fresh Pencil Shavings
Wood and Moss
Bay Leaves and Bamboo
White Pepper
Hyacinth
Lettuce Juice.

(Fragrance notes from Comme des Garçons' Odeur 71, my perfume since 2002)

Exposição "Projecto Alvito"

2009-06-26T17:34:00.005+01:00

Artistas:
Catarina Loura, Cláudia Neta, José Júpiter, Luís Meirinhos-Soares, Marta Castelo, Ricardo Spencer, Rita Cipriano Alves

Curadoria:
Ana Janeiro e Bruno Pelletier Sequeira

Período de exibição: 7 de Junho a 5 de Julho, Quinta a Domingo das 14h-21h.
Local: Rua da Tapadinha D. António, 2, Alvito

Organização: Câmara Municipal de Alvito, Estudos Gerais de Alvito e Atelier de Lisboa

"Projecto Alvito" tem o privilégio de inaugurar um novo espaço expositivo localizado na vila de Alvito. A mostra resultou de um desafio lançado por Jorge Gaspar (coleccionador de arte e Presidente da direcção dos Estudos Gerais de Alvito) à escola de fotografia e artes visuais Atelier de Lisboa e teve como ponto de partida a transição da actividade do antigo matadouro municipal para um centro de artes. A Câmara Municipal de Alvito participa neste evento e apoia este projecto através da recuperação e cedência do edifício.

Esta exposição integra um conjunto de 52 fotografias apresentadas em suportes distintos concebidas por oito alunos do Curso de Projecto a partir da experiência física não só do próprio lugar e das inúmeras potencialidades interpretativas que ele suscita (nomeadamente a sua dimensão simbólica enquanto espaço de morte ou de transição) como das características da própria vila que o acolhe.

Com "Projecto Alvito" o Atelier de Lisboa expande as suas competências no sentido da organização de exposições. Ao mesmo tempo o Curso de Projecto, espaço onde todas as etapas para a criação desta exposição foram percorridas, estreia-se na realização da razão de ser da sua existência.

Links:
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Today's score: "Off the Wall", Michael Jackson's first album.

Pump It Up...

2009-04-24T17:34:00.006+01:00

I never posted any videos or images that weren't produced by me on this blog. But, although almost no one is reading this blog, it has to be celebrated! In the end, this blog is all about my references and especially how music turns out to be the biggest one in my photographic work. So here's another one: Norton.

Back in 2004, I bought "Pictures From Our Thoughts" CD immediately after listening to the fantastic track "Swirling Sound". It sounded like "The Postal Service" with an incredibly amount of some familiar nostalgia and leaving a feeling of memorabilia after listening to it. It still feels strange on the back of my neck when listening to "A Whisper" and the instrumental track "Blue Interlude".

Then in 2005, when I bought "Frames (Remixes & Versions)", a friend came and told me they were from Castelo Branco, my little hometown. It sounded like some kind of riddle becoming suddenly solved, and I should've guessed it when I saw them associated with Musgo and Jaguar.

That answer was explicit enough in the CD sleeve of "Pictures From Our Thoughts". I guess that reading CD sleeves was one of those things I've lost habit since I became thirty-something, like giving up listening to the radio and TV shit and reading all the credits at the end of movies.

Anyway, they're back with a massive hit from late in the 80's: Technotronic's "Pump Up The Jam". Playing it out of the blue, out of context, today would make anyone blush and wink. Norton's remake makes it feel genuinely fun, seriously amusing and, most important, beautiful.

These guys are really having fun. It sounds like they're throwing a party with all their friends and anyone who gets along with the spirit. Boring? They don't give a f*ck. I'm sure having fun, sitting at this grey pit where I spend my day.

Or, like many of my Lisbon and Porto friends say when speaking of guys from Castelo Branco, am I chasing after some "interiority syndrome". Hell yeah! :)

Pump Up The Jam from Norton on Vimeo.

By the way, all those parties at Património Bar seem clearly celebrated in this video too.

Parabéns Norton.

See them at:
Website
MySpace
Blog
Twitter
Vimeo

Today's score: Norton's "Pictures From Our Thoughts" and looping "Pump Up The Jam".

"Who is John Galt?"

2009-03-27T16:08:00.001Z

Today's score: One of the most inspiring albums from David Bowie: "Outside".

Sá Carneiro, Jeff Wall e Rembrandt

2009-03-11T21:42:00.005Z

À beira da estrada, um grupo de homens reunia à volta de um buraco com o tamanho de uma sepultura. Atrás deles, o largo da igreja perde-se no meio das casas degradadas e dos carros deixados ao desespero urbanístico. O muro gigante de prédios do lado oposto: triste, pesado e ainda adormecido. Passei devagar. Tudo parecia parado. A manhã: cinzenta escura, ainda molhada pela chuva que entretanto parou.

Talvez (demasiado) influenciado pelas minhas obsessões com as imagens e textos de Jeff Wall, a cena remeteu-me imediatamente para "The Flooded Grave" (1998–2000). Ao mesmo tempo, a disposição do grupo de homens à volta do buraco fez-me lembrar "The Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp" (1632), a enigmática pintura de Rembrandt. Todos pareciam olhar em diferentes direcções, para fora do buraco. Um deles parecia dar instruções.

Faltou-me no entanto detectar um qualquer erro, à semelhança do erro anatómico (propositado?) do quadro. Há dias que a imagem me vem à memória. Para quê?

Há 28 anos, Francisco Sá Carneiro morrera ali perto.

O buraco estava hoje tapado, com asfalto ainda negro e brilhante, a anunciar o sol que agora substituiu a chuva mas que não consegue dar dignidade a um sítio tão infeliz.

PS - E finalmente - porque sim - em português.

Today's score: Telefon Tel Aviv, "Immolate Yourself".

My Own Private Idaho

2009-01-13T00:15:00.002Z

I'm a connoisseur of roads. I've been tasting roads my whole life. This road will never end. It probably goes all around the world.

(Quoting Mike Waters, towards the end of Gus Van Sant's "My Own Private Idaho")

Today's score: Kaito: "Special Love", at home, "Special Life", in the car.

Start Still

2009-01-01T20:49:00.002Z

Start still.
Ask for nothing.
A year full of possibilities...

2009

Today's score: Emmanuel Witzthum’s new release from the Stasisfield netlabel, Chamber_music_(1.a). Download irt here.

A "hell of a job"

2008-07-04T17:05:00.006+01:00

I wonder if my daily work has some kind of influence in my images.

Lately, I've been hating it (the job, not the images) in a daily basis. It all seems now like a five year marathon for achieving useless things and making me loose reason on myself sometimes.

So, without further annoying development on the subject, that means it's time to move on and learn with it instead of forget about it. It's time for a change. Be it huge or irrelevant, it has to happen.

But the ironic side of it, is that this "hell of a job" is somehow responsible for some of the limitations that imposed some of the ideas and images I make. The series "Sunday" and "Whispering City" are the best examples. I'll leave you to figure out why. It bothers me to pollute you with my own interpretantions sometimes...

If I leave this demanding - yet useless - job, leaving me more available to produce images, how will it affect my images?

Hey Diva?! Thank you so much for the "hell of a job" thing. :)

Today's score: Apparat "Things To Be Frickeld - Parts & Remixes" (Shitkatapult).

Game Over

2008-06-23T14:21:00.003+01:00

Cliché time!

The more I see people spending time online, the more I see kids living through a console, the more I see people listening to others through a cell phone... The more I love looking at empty, forgotten places. And the more chances I have to register them. :)

Today's score: Stateless.

Silence Please

2008-06-15T22:57:00.002+01:00

I always lack words to describe some images. Why do I emotionally attach to them and why they keep coming to my mind from time to time, it stays a mystery.

This weekend, at Fernando Santos Gallery (Porto), I saw André Príncipe's "Smell of Tiger precedes Tiger". This talented young artist is maybe the best example of what I've said above.

His work deals mostly with the subjects of loneliness and the difficulty of communication. This can explain why I'm so wordless to explain why it disturbs me so much and why I love it so.

Also, when I look at his series of images, I seem to forget the fact that I'm looking at photographic images.

Sometimes silence is the most demanding and valuable thing we get from images.

Regarding my own images, I've always had trouble "decoding" these:

Today's score: returning on a train, from Porto to Lisbon, Telefon Tel Aviv's "Remixes Compiled" and "Immediate Action, Vol.8".

All work...

2007-11-14T14:40:00.000Z

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

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2007-09-30T04:53:00.001+01:00

Today's score: my friends and my family.

September

2007-09-20T18:37:00.000+01:00

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.

...

2007-08-27T20:58:00.000+01:00

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.

Albedo 0.39

2007-08-07T18:32:00.000+01:00

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.

We do

2007-07-23T00:56:00.002+01:00

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.

Surfing on a Rocket

2007-07-18T04:20:00.000+01:00

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.

Chez moi

2007-07-16T01:34:00.000+01:00

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.

Story untold

2007-07-14T17:33:00.000+01:00

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

2007-07-14T01:32:00.000+01:00

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".

Dreams / Memories / Dreams

2007-07-13T01:09:00.001+01:00

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.

A shadow, a heart

2007-07-03T22:03:00.000+01:00

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

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.

Sunday

2007-06-20T02:22:00.000+01:00

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".

Twilight

2007-06-10T19:24:00.000+01:00

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"

Last Sunday I...

2007-06-08T02:23:00.000+01:00

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.

EMIT

2007-06-02T02:16:00.000+01:00

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.