Last December (yeap, December!) -Maria and my new job stole the last three months just like that, merciless- Bill Vaccaro was kind enough as to comment my post on his work. I’ve been rude and bad-mannered and never found the time during the last months to thank him. Thank you and my apologies -hope you’ll […]
Reviewing the notes of my German classes with Ulf I came across ‘Eierschalensollbruchstellenerzeuger’, so far one of the longest German words I’ve ever seen -even more surprising, google it and you’ll find out the device we’re talking about here…
Thanks Ulf
A propose… priceless is also the following:
Ulrich Greiner for Die Zeit, 28.02.2008, Nr. 10
Kinderdöner
Worum uns Ausländer […]
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Posted 02 March 2008
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El otro día (hace ya casi dos meses, un poco menos del tiempo que llevo sin escribir aquí) Julia interrumpió su cena para mirarme. Muy seria y concentrada acercó muy despacio su mano izquierda a mis labios para decirme ‘tienes un agujerito, ahí’. Y es verdad. Es que cuando yo cierro la boca no la […]
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Posted 02 March 2008
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María
Berlin, 9 de diciembre de 2007
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Posted 10 December 2007
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basta
no quiero más de muerte
no quiero más de dolor o sombras basta
mi corazón es espléndido como una palabra
mi corazón se ha vuelto bello como el sol
que sale vuela canta mi corazón
es de temprano un pajarito
y después es tu nombre
tu nombre sube todas las mañanas
calienta el mundo y se pone
solo en mi corazón
sol en mi corazón
Juan […]
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Posted 30 November 2007
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I read this morning in the U Bahn an interview with Magnum’s Thomas Hoepker, in a back number of Profi Foto. Hoepker is undoubtely one of the big names in documentary photgraphy and has produced a bunch of images that are already part of our collective memory. I had the chance to see him during […]
As I saw this picture of Bill Vaccaro in Flak Magazine I had the impulse of going right away to pick my collecting-dust-after-a-year Holga, wrap it again in black tape, load it with a roll of Ilford 400 and have it ready to hit the street this morning to take a few snaps of the […]
El lagarto está llorando.
La lagarta está llorando.
El lagarto y la lagarta
con delantaritos blancos.
Han perdido sin querer
su anillo de desposados.
¡Ay, su anillito de plomo,
ay, su anillito plomado!
Un cielo grande y sin gente
monta en su globo a los pájaros.
El sol, capitán redondo,
lleva un chaleco de raso.
¡Miradlos qué viejos son!
¡Qué viejos son los lagartos!
¡Ay cómo lloran y lloran.
¡ay! […]
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Posted 30 November 2007
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Charles Traub. He would become very renowned a few years later - and his color work is simply astonishing -, yet I love his b&w street snaps from the early 70’s in Chicago.
(Here a link to Traub’s photography do’s and dont’s, posted in September in Alec Soth’s blog)
