Saturday, November 26, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
click. click. flashes and reflectors everywhere, retouching the make up and preparing the couple for the perfect shot. This is Hoan Kiem lake in Hanoi city, Vietnam. Sunday afternoons are specially popular and crowded for wedding photography in this part of town and throughout the country. Vietnam 2011
Sunday, November 06, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
The City of London is the heart of the financial and commercial services in Britain, know as the "square mile". Home of the London stock exchange, the city is the mecca of the investment world. Millions of people move around the area as pilgrims devoting themselves to their work and profit…
on going project: city boys@london 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Saturday, October 08, 2011
Sunday, September 04, 2011
Once upon a time I was trying to live the life I have imagined… the life that everyone accepts. For instance I forgot the most important detail: me! I should enjoy my life, living my expectations, my feelings and my doubts. Unfortunately we don’t really understand why people judge and say do this or that. Don’t follow your hearth but your head… I achieved a moment where I felt the loneliness… the world and the city was completely empty… the lights were red and I was alone and terrified of the future… In that park, I cried as a child… I think this the end. I decided to leave… I knew that I wouldn’t regret this attitude even thought everyone, the others, wouldn’t understand it. It was hard walking alone… Leaving the park, the people on a beautiful day when the sun was shining. This was called a moment when I was becoming an adult.
Vivia numa cidade, que decidi apelidar por descartável, paradoxal em qualquer minuto. Tanto era muito movimentada, como deserta e assim me sentia eu. Dividida entre pólos e escolhas. Os semáforos mandaram-me parar, fui forçada a parar e a pensar… dói demasiado pensar. A sombra do arrependimento impunha-se, mas em simultâneo a vontade de gritar e redimir-me daquele erro… disse não e seria um sim. Ou talvez não. Uma vez mais a dúvida… no meio de muita gente, entre a luz e a sombra, sentia-me tão só. O vento arrepiava-me e chegava aquela sensação de medo, de insegurança. Regressei a casa e a pouca luz natural transformara-se em luzes artificiais de um qualquer transporte público. Não vi ninguém ou talvez tenha visto, mas na minha mente não estava ninguém. Adormeci… desejei que o sono me trouxesse o tempo perdido e me fizesse voltar aquele local naquele dia de sol em que fui feliz, simplesmente porque sim…
Text/texto by Carolina Vieira
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Greyhound racing is a popular sport in Great Britain.
In the UK greyhound racing is part of the gambling business, similar to although far less profitable than horse racing. There's a big debate regarding the well-being of the dogs. A greyhound adoption movement has arisen to assist retired racing dogs in finding homes as pets.
These photos were taken at the Wimbledon greyhound stadium.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
"Chumbei no exame por incomunicação. O meu gato morreu. Estou incomunicável com o exterior.
Contigo hoje: incomunicação. Tudo à minha volta incomunica. Não me dás o apoio que eu preciso. Eu, não sei mais transmitir nem interesse, nem apoio, nem tão pouco palavras.
Resumo: não há comunicação. Não percebes que o modo como te trato quando estás mal, é exactamente a maneira como eu desejo ser tratada. Para rir qualquer um serve. Para chorar, ninguém está aqui ao meu lado."
Rafi _ "Cartas de amor" (excerto)
“I’ve failed the exam for non-communication. My cat died. I am cut off from the world.
With you today: non-communication. Everything around me non-communicates. You don't give me the support I need. I don't know any longer how to show you interest, support, or even words.
In short: there is no communication between us. You don't understand that the way I treat you when you are unhappy is exactly the way I wish I am treated. To laugh everyone is perfect. To cry no one is here next to me.”
Rafi _ "Love Letters" (extract)