Ссылкоархив за последние два месяца

Lewis Payne
Фотография не для Vogue — настоящая. Столь современно выглядит двадцатилетний Lewis Payne, не верится, что триптиху больше 142 лет — 1865-го год, господа фотографы. Льюис, как водится, неплохо начал и плохо кончил: спустя три месяца после этой фотосессии его казнили. Вы можете видеть на нём тот же свитер (на картинке под ссылкой он второй слева). Меня поразила харизматичная внешность этого человека. Если бы тинейджеры носили футболки в те времена, его лицо было бы на их неразвитой груди подобно красно-чёрному портречу Че Гевары.

Гламур, который мне нравится. Надгламур.
Stephen Shore — первый фотограф, который при жизни выставлялся в Metropolitan Museum of Art в New York.
Гуру треш-фотографии. Очень хороший.
Классический фотограф Eliot Erwitt.
Обалденное интервью с Татьяной Толстой.
Сидней глазами одного из моих любимых фотографов.
Одно из лучших, что видел за это время. Фотографии.
Фотографии. Нежно и мягко.
Китай. Так и есть. Сам был, сам видел.
Академгородок глазами фотоагентства Магнум. Знакомые всё лица.
Как люди сюда уезжают. Так бывает.
Слои вуайеризма. Фотограф подсматривает за подсматривающими в парке.

Ещё много ссылок, ребята

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Трутная жизнь

Соты

Здесь в Окленде любят мёд. Скажу больше, мёд — гордость Новой Зеландии. Баночки с надписью Manuka Honey можно видеть почти в любом более менее следящим за ассортиментом магазине мира. Звучит «загранично», однако, на деле всего лишь говорит о том, что пыльцу пчёлы собирали с одного типа цветов Манука, кустарника, также известного под названием «Чайное дерево». Особенность мёда Манука в его антибактериальных и антибиотических свойствах. Этакий сладкий крем «Спасатель», натурпродукт.

В один из скучный, бездельных дней мы решили съездить на пасеку, пчелиную ферму по-местному. Заодно посмотреть, на новое платное шоссе, но об этом позже. Вдобавок удалось посмотреть на раскрученный ресторан на дереве, о котором я относительно недавно писал. Успешно проскочили Пухой и, немного не доезжая Похуехуе, свенули в уютное кафе-магазин у дороги — honey center.

Я мёд не люблю, поэтому в пчелином центре было интересно посмотреть на действующий улей в разрезе.

Фотографии и много текста под катом

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Kiwi men and Kiwi women at the festival “Big Day Out”. Part 4

It is the last post with thirty photos from the festival “Big Day Out” which was held in the end of January in 2011. I am not going to tell about the participants and the festival again. I am just going to show the pictures and to comment some of them in an acrid way.

The first post from the festival starts with the photo of that very young man. He was relatively sober then.

Closer to the evening the rain drove faster. There were sticks “I  CSS” on the breast of the girl in a raincoat, (HTML designers will be pleased to see them.)  The schedule of group performances was dangling around her neck on a red tape.

The girls saw that I was out in the rain making photos of passers-by. They came up to me and asked to make their photo. Real kiwi youths in awful footwear but very sociable. I left them a visiting card for they could write me but no one did.

As for kiwi guys, they look like common teenagers – thin and wild. While dancing they shake their heads wildly. The photo was made at the border of the Boiling Room which was an electronic-music marquee.

While Auckland people having visited the rock-festival were keeping the rain out and taking shelter under the awning roof, we started to move in the direction of main stages.

 

We decided to walk round the field and make ourselves comfortable in the opposite stand to better see the Orange Stage where the Iggy Pop group was just about to start their performance.

In the remote stands, no one was sitting in the modest “hands on the knees” way. There was one more “alcohol area”, so people were very active  after they had almost “killed” themselves with beer.

 

So we had to wander around the field for some time. All seats under the awnings were engaged and the wet spectators were waiting for Iggy.

To the great disappointment of all the spectators, the quality of sound left much to be desired. (Perhaps, somebody will comment if I am not right but it seems to me that during the rain the propagation of sounds is bad because they interfere and transform into a porridge-like cacophony.)

Spectators could hardly make out the words of the songs. Iggy looked well and brisk as usual, though. When I was younger I perceived him as tall and thin. It turned out that he was my height. 

A couple of older guys. It probably was the fifteenth “Big Day Out” for them.

A nice Kiwi boy.

I used to meet that art-boy on my way to work every morning, he resembled one of the characters of the film “Almost Famous”. It looked like he had guessed to make a raincoat out of a refuse sack.

Wet girls were seeking for somebody in the crowd. (I am sure this page will be linked to from various search engines and visited by “wet-girls” lovers. Who does not like them, though?)

Rammstein is out on the stage.

As usual, their performance happened to be a noisy show with a lot of pyrotechnics and stage properties.  It was done quite simple and tastefully. The spectators were stricken.

I liked Germans very much. Their performance  was efficient, steady and well co-ordinated.

After the sunset, it became dark very quickly. The fellow behind my back vomited almost onto my yellow plastic seat back, so I had to change the place and sit two rows farther from the stage.  I was used to look for something good in every situation and soon realized that the view of the stage and the people from my new position was much better. I made a photo of that girl.

That was an epic ending of the performance: paper pieces, flame, guitar notches and the crowd chanting “You got a pussy, I got a dick”! Quite spectacular.

At the time, everybody was waiting for M.I.A. and listening to the LCD Soundsystem in the Boiling Room. In the picture you can see a construction made of tennis balls with colored light-emitting diodes inside. It was good interactive three-dimensional son et lumière.

A hipster as it is: glasses, a shirt, torn jeans and sneakers.

LCD Soundsystem surprised me with their soloist who happened to be of a very unpleasant appearance and sang out of tune, perhaps, because of mistakes of the audio-control engineer.

The last chance to buy two useless alien junks at the price of one! Stalls worked until the last customer.

We were waiting for M.I.A.’s performance and went to the Silent Disco room to dry out and have some rest. Every person there had headphones with music played in and  was dancing in silence. Soon people started to leave the Silent room, too. It was after 9 PM. 

At the time, there was the group Tool on the Orange Stage. The field was hardly lit with weak, even disgraceful, rays from the empty eye holes of skulls raised by the paws of construction site engines. After Rammstein’s fireworks it just could not look in the least bit seriously. So the crowd was breaking up without spirit.

Tired festival spectators were waiting for the heavy rain to stop under the roof of the stadium pavilion. They were waiting for their friends and preparing for going home.

The more resolute sellers kept selling disgusting hot-dogs and something like burritos. But people were not squeamish even about that kind of food after the whole day of roaming from stage to stage.

A nice girl with a pink iPhone, she was not very wet.

M.I.A. happened to be aggressive and noisy. Perhaps, it was not what the tired spectators wanted at the time because their reaction was rather inert. The music gave the kick to those heavily drunk only — like the guy from the first photo of the post. I didn’t like M.I.A. almost at once and we decided to go to the exit. 

On the way, I’ve made some photos of unknown people. This is the last photo of four posts about the annual musical festival “Big Day Out”.

The links to previous posts: 1, 2, 3.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Hobbiton, New Zealand, 2012

Hobbiton is the very place where The Lord of the Rings and Hobbit movies were shot.

I took pictures of the home of Bilbo Baggings against the sun and brought together parts of three pictures, the obtained colors don’t look natural but this way it is even more like in a fairy-tale.

Peter Jackson liked one of the farms in New Zealand because there were no traces of civilization. So the Americans bought the central part of the farm and built there Hobbiton town that consisted of forty houses-holes, the most part of which being just dummies. When The Lord of the Rings was made the sets were dismantled leaving behind only gaping holes in place of doors upon a hillside. In course of The Hobbit’s making, the number of sets multiplied up many times and was left that way to entertain tourists

The American landowners hired farm workers to look after the garden, bees, sheep and other living creatures which naturally inhabit Hobbiton. There is a rather big cafe with a signboard “Hobbiton” at the road, and a bus goes right from the cafe several times a day . A small town is cozily located at the bottom land near a lake. No signs of modern civilization are seen around. 

I started printing something but isn’t it easier to describe pictures? All the more so because I’ve taken half a thousand of them on that day. Below in the post, there are pictures and comments to them. 

At the approaches to Hobbiton there are sheep and hills everywhere, which is a rather usual picture for New Zealand. 

Welcome to Hobbiton!

Tourists are given some combined feed for tame sheep. Sheep are soft like a carpet. One can pay some money and see how sheep are cut, or bottle feed little ones with milk. That’s a dull part.

The same picture is outside the cafe’s window: hills and sheep, sheep and hills.

It seems that a photo on the cafe’s wall makes a hint: it will be interesting, that is how the holes of real hobbits look.

This is, in fact, a view of the cafe “The Shire’s Rest”.

A noisy woman-guide organizes tourists. The bus will be soon and everybody will go deep into the farm — to Shire.

A New Zealand farm: fields, sheep and cows.

Bus, go forward, the stop is in Hobbiton. (It is a rephrased part of a Soviet patriotic song, “Our train, rush forward! Our stop is in the Commune…)”

On approaching Shire one can see multiple restrictive signs. It is prohibited to leave trash, climb into the holes, touch and take (steal) things. The fence is under tension (well, for sheep, of course), but the current rushes are quite telling.  

There’s, there’s a hole of my dream! Most part of Hobbits’ holes are simply dummies. There is nothing inside, or just enough place for actors of some particular scene, or for a film crew member to shoot it. Most doors are just doors leading nowhere.

A small garden. It is evident that hobbits lived very simple, poor life. The farm workers look after the gardens. Butterflies fly about and it smells like in a forest.

In the distance there one can discern other holes. The house of Bilbo is on the top of the hill under a branchy tree.

There in the bushes, awaiting for feedstuffs, cut sheep hide being afraid of everything.

Houses of hobbits are admirably nice. We were discussing the practicality of round doors for a long time. Another point for the discussion was a doorknob-beetle in the center of the door. It is a solely decorative thing, isn’t it? That’s the way I see it.

Those who have read Tolkien’s books carefully know that the drawings on mail boxes reflect the owner’s profession. About 30% of Hobbiton’s visitors have never read the books, and never watched the films either. There’re statistics like that.

A great amount of details around the holes was really to my liking. All those brooms, baskets, benches, jars, bottles produced outward appearances of a village style of living, where everything is meant to be for one’s own home and for one’s own family.

A classic hole of a Hobbit. Pay attention to window dummies at the distance. One can discern there curtains and some large dusty bottles.

These are the details I was talking about: so many things are put on the window and, what is more surprising, behind the window too.

More jars and vessels and a figured window in the door. Each door, each hole, each hobbit house is unique and reflects the character of the owner. The decorators had real fun here.

In the distance, behind the lake there is a town center and a windmill. Tourists are not allowed to go there: it is a new filming site or sort of that. The bridge was designed and built by military men. Somehow the fact became a special pride of the place.

The lake’s view with clouds’ reflection.

The Hobbiton’s view across the lake. This view may be in a new film, so remember the angle.

The time of our visit to the place was not the best one so at some moments I had to take pictures against the sun. I took a lot of triplets and when later I was bringing them together I had to dim lights and lengthen shadows. Well, I got what I got. Yes, it is the very thing which is usually called “HDR”.

The same hill nearby.

 

Fishing village. While filming, one could see there fishing rods, smoke coming out of chimneys, drying laundry and fish. It was one of the most busy streets of Hobbiton.

Peter Jackson was sure that when there was no wind the smooth lake surface used to transform into a mirror. So I took many pictures of such early morning beauty.

The outskirts of the town, sheep on the hills. In accordance with the book, the actors were traveling here for four days. But in fact it is only five minutes from the physical center of the town.  Magic of a cut.

All the pictures, which are meant to gain the favor of readers tired of instagrammas, can be clicked. In the enlarged version of any picture one can see more details. And again I admire the decorators’ work.

One of the views of Bilbo Baggings’ home (under the tree). The door of the hole can be opened, and there is enough place inside just for four people. As for the tree it is absolutely artificial and to make it has costed more than a million dollars. According to the book Bilbo lived under the tree but there was no tree on the top of the hill.

And again we are taking a good look at the details near the holes.

 

This is a wood yard next to a smithy. Have you noticed anything special next to the ax? Tah-dah! That is it, the Ring. It was brought to Hobbiton by fans from England.

As they said the ring was becoming heavier and heavier when they were flying up to New Zealand. This elderly couple was happy to have their photo in a movie set.

 

Gardeners are good: houses are not overgrown with grass, flowers bloom, butterflies fly.

Window glass is not even, flower cases are painted in the corners. If it were not for the guide’s hurrying I would have hung there for a longer period of time to carefully view the designers’ work.

A house with a yellow door. In one of such holes there were utility services responsible for  lighting, smoke out of chimneys and many other things meant to enliven the set. As I promised, here it is – a butterfly “in-person”.

 

A wine red door, neatly arranged firewood in a tub and growing sunflower under the feet.  Very nice.

A huge tree, under which hobbits were happily frisking about in the first parts of The Lord of the Rings movie.

A roadway marker. Lichen grows very slowly if you remember the fact from the school course of biology. Moss and other traces of aging on the wooden parts of the scenery has been, as I see it, a special task of designers. Looks great!

That is the most popular and famous house in Hobbiton – the main one. This is the place where Bilbo Baggings lived, and where Gandolf happened to drop in.

It really looks like in the photo on the cafe’s wall. The organizers of the entertainment got it right. No kidding!

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Fashion and Design School in Kathmandu, Nepal, 2008

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Near the most expensive cinema in town, a place where you can meet youngsters showing off their cell phones, I noticed an obscure sign.  It reads “International Education Center School of Art & Fashion (IECSAF)”.

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