Cliche

A friend sent me an SMS commending me for my blog. Kinda flattering but i told her that this is just an experimentation or "wala lang magawa." Technically, i really have about 20 million things to do in life and blogging is at the least of my priorities. 132 days ago I tried to be serious about photography, make that street or documentary photography. I wanted to do a story of some scum trying to stay alive despite life's fucking misery. It would be a day in a life of whoever catches my attention--not camera shy and is willing to share and spit out all his shitty nuances and stupidity.

From the rubbles of the demolished shanties along the rails at Sta. Mesa I stumble upon a group of earthly creatures salvaging metal scraps from torn down houses. Though the temperature was humid that day, the light however was awesome for taking snaps. A fine start to what Henri Cartier-Bresson would call "the decisive moment."

I met "Manong." I wanted to focus my story on him because I thought that he was Mighty Thor in disguise. Manong could easily pulverize a wall with his sledgehammer and cut irons with an instrument which I don't know what its called. Oh well, I can't profound my photography. All I know is that I need to shoot, to document, to tell a story.

It's fuckin' hard pretending to be NORMAL.

Losing My Religion

Oooopsss. Got you there! You thought you'll hear REM's piece. Nwey, here's another experimentation of shitty pictures... In an attempt to escape the howling chants of my neighbors one good(?) friday, i decided to pick up a dust gathering, paper weight dslr and comb the streets of Pasay for some "not so usual" activities. With just a few steps and several puff of cigs, in one of the alleys, I was met by a queue of hooded men. Their bodies were all drenched in blood brought about by their endless self-beating with something made of bamboo and some occasional necking of their skin with a razor blade (to make the blood flow). I won't talk bout religion, i hate it! I don't want to get in the way of some fucking Aquinas or Nietzsche wannabes... The bottomline is that this is all I can show after shooting around 400 frames! Peace be with you. Amen.

tRip LaNg... TataNda ka Rin. LechE!

Lucky Me noodles is fast becoming my staple (who doesn't)... seeing, make that hearing the tv ad inspire me to make something out of my supposed to be straight to the trash photographs... I don't know if this (the video, dingy!) makes sense but it's 'pilit' and, for the sake of experimentation am posting it for C&C's.

3rd Book

A collaborative work with Dutch photographer Anais Lopez... Book size: 18,5 by 12 cm, 52 pages, full colour. Cost: €15 Bookstores where you can buy it: Robert Premsela, van Baerlerstraat 78. Amsterdam Athenaeum Nieuwscentrum (at the magazine store), spui 14-16, Amsterdam [sic]... Score kayo kapag madayo kayo ng Western Europe. Otherwise you can ask me for a PDF copy. FYI, I just wrote the text for the book... Check this site for info on the photographer and some of her works: http://anaislopez.exto.nl/gallery/page/site/4301.html

Welcome to My Life... 'tangina mo rin!

My postings will be available as soon as am done with my editing. It won't take long... Probably 2-3 light years or so depending on the amount of... whatever. Be patient, ok?