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journal de bord #5

2011-08-29T12:58:00.003+02:00

'N'

2011-08-12T20:03:00.003+02:00

john - valdez alaska

kris - glennallen alaska

sean - fairbanks alaska

© paul willaert

journal de bord #4

2011-07-21T09:23:00.002+02:00

journal de bord #3

2011-07-20T10:42:00.001+02:00

journal de bord #2

2011-07-17T14:22:00.001+02:00

journal de bord #1

2011-07-15T18:01:00.000+02:00

words in a notebook #5

2011-01-08T12:23:00.001+01:00

dear gascogne #2

2011-01-06T17:41:00.002+01:00

father #1

2011-01-03T13:11:00.002+01:00

words in a notebook #4

2010-12-31T11:10:00.002+01:00

words in a notebook #3

2010-12-24T17:44:00.002+01:00

words in a notebook #2

2010-12-15T21:40:00.002+01:00

life here is very different #27

2010-12-11T11:20:00.000+01:00

comme à ostende #3

2010-12-07T19:17:00.002+01:00

words in a notebook #1

2010-12-07T18:30:00.002+01:00

dear gascogne #1

2010-12-05T12:25:00.008+01:00

© paul willaert

I think the stars were created for desert aficionados, with the moon built specifically for sailorly personalities. nick jaffe

comme à ostende #2

2010-12-05T12:05:00.002+01:00

life here is very different #26

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life here is very different #25

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life here is very different #25

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life here is very different #24

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life here is very different #23

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life here is very different #22

2010-11-25T19:08:00.000+01:00

life here is very different #21

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life here is very different #20

2010-11-17T18:16:00.003+01:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #26

2010-10-02T11:03:00.003+02:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #25

2010-09-14T18:03:00.001+02:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #24

2010-09-11T10:54:00.002+02:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #23

2010-09-10T13:18:00.003+02:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #22

2010-09-08T17:05:00.004+02:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #21

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where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #19

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where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #18

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where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #17

2010-08-17T10:39:00.000+02:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #16

2010-08-16T10:36:00.000+02:00

q.

2010-08-16T09:33:00.004+02:00

La photographie est un état d'esprit, il faut être éveillé et exigeant.
L'essentiel est de ne pas chercher à plaire.

bernard plossu

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #15

2010-08-15T10:34:00.000+02:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #13

2010-08-13T10:13:00.001+02:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #12

2010-08-11T13:10:00.003+02:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #11

2010-08-10T17:32:00.002+02:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #10

2010-08-08T10:17:00.002+02:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #9

2010-08-07T17:47:00.003+02:00

q.

2010-08-07T17:00:00.000+02:00

The geography of the sailor is not always the one of the cartographer, for whom a cape is a cape with its longitude and latitude. For the sailor, a great cape is both very simple and extremely complex, with rocks, currents, furling seas, beautiful oceans, good winds and gusts, moments of happiness and of fright, fatigue, dreams, aching hands, an empty stomach, marvelous minutes and sometimes suffering. A great cape, for us, cannot be translated only into a latitude and a longitude. A great cape has a soul, with shadows and colors, very soft, very violent. A soul as smooth as that of a child, as hard as that of a criminal.

Bernard Moitessier

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #8

2010-08-06T19:10:00.003+02:00

q.

2010-08-05T12:11:00.001+02:00

It’s a simple assumption to believe that in photography everything has been done already. Of course, it’s not true. There are many things waiting for be discovered by a creative artist. But believing that everything has been done is easier than thinking about what hasn’t been done: It’s not like you can will your brain into coming up with a genius new idea. You can’t. What’s the point, though, of taking pictures if everything has been done already? The answer is simple and straightforward: Unless you want to view photography as part of the entertainment industry where all that matters are cheap new thrills, that which has been seen thousands of times deserves to be seen yet another time, in a different way.

J. M. Colberg

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #7

2010-08-05T10:22:00.002+02:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #6

2010-08-04T13:08:00.001+02:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #5

2010-08-03T13:02:00.003+02:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #4

2010-08-02T10:18:00.004+02:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #3

2010-08-01T11:21:00.004+02:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #2

2010-07-31T10:51:00.004+02:00

where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship #1

2010-07-30T19:00:00.007+02:00

© paul willaert (rianxo - ria de arousa - spain 2010)

a series of mobile phone images made on a sailing trip from nieuwpoort belgium to vigo spain

being stucked by days of strong winds and heavy seas in the small harbour of viveiro on the galician coast i read this small booklet
written by Elizabeth Smart 'By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept'
from this book i picked the title of this series... 'where love like a refugee sailed in the last ship'

canvas #13

2010-01-06T12:59:00.001+01:00

wish you were here #11

2010-01-01T11:20:00.002+01:00

statement #2

2009-12-11T17:58:00.003+01:00

wish you were here #10

2009-12-01T21:48:00.001+01:00

comme à ostende #1

2009-11-24T20:36:00.001+01:00

rumours #1

2009-11-21T19:34:00.002+01:00

life here is very different #20

2009-08-29T13:09:00.003+02:00

life here is very different #19

2009-07-28T10:55:00.003+02:00

live here is very different #19

2009-07-27T11:01:00.003+02:00

life here is very different #18

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life here is very different #17

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life here is very different #16

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life here is very different #15

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life here is very different #14

2009-07-25T08:36:00.002+02:00

life here is very different #13

2009-07-24T09:47:00.000+02:00

life here is very different #12

2009-07-23T09:44:00.000+02:00

life here is very different #11

2009-07-22T09:46:00.000+02:00

life here is very different #10

2009-07-21T09:39:00.002+02:00

q.

2009-07-20T12:43:00.001+02:00

Quality doesn't mean deep blacks and whatever tonal range. That's not quality, that's a kind of quality. The pictures of Robert Frank might strike someone as being sloppy - the tone range isn't right and things like that - but they're far superior to the pictures of Ansel Adams with regard to quality, because the quality of Ansel Adams, if I may say so, is essentially the quality of a postcard. But the quality of Robert Frank is a quality that has something to do with what he's doing, what his mind is. It's not balancing out the sky to the sand and so forth. It's got to do with intention.

Elliot Erwit

life here is very different #9

2009-07-20T09:02:00.000+02:00

q.

2009-07-19T14:09:00.004+02:00

When people look at my pictures I want them to feel the way they do when they want to read a line of a poem twice.

© robert frank

life here is very different #8

2009-07-19T13:49:00.001+02:00

life here is very different #7

2009-07-18T12:43:00.002+02:00

life here is very different #6

2009-07-17T14:20:00.002+02:00

life here is very different #5

2009-07-16T09:11:00.003+02:00

life here is very different #4

2009-07-15T17:37:00.006+02:00

© paul willaert (new york - times square - michael jackson's memorial - 2009)

I encounter difficulties in categorising my New York photographs in existing series.
Therefore I have created a series of it's own: 'life here is very different'
Somehow I recognised the feelings that I experienced during my journey
in a letter that Robert Frank wrote to his parents in 1947:

Dear Parents,

Never have I experienced so much in one week as here.
I feel as if I'm in a film. Life here is very different than in Europe.
Only the moment counts, nobody seems to care about
what he'll do tomorrow.

life here is very different #3

2009-07-13T20:03:00.002+02:00

life here is very different #2

2009-07-12T17:34:00.005+02:00

life here is very different #1

2009-07-11T16:28:00.003+02:00

tales of innocence #11

2009-07-10T07:01:00.002+02:00

extrasensory synchronicity #1

2009-06-30T18:08:00.003+02:00

© paul willaert (bruges belgium - 2009)

i'll be absent for some days
going to the big onion
hope to welcome you back in a week
thanks for visiting 'separatestories'

canvas #13

2009-06-29T14:36:00.002+02:00

tales of innocence #10

2009-06-27T14:11:00.004+02:00

what about tomorrow #10

2009-06-26T14:19:00.009+02:00

My name is Tommy.
I am 27.
Recently my girlfriend broke up with me.
My parents and I have a good understanding.
Although it has been different since I left home.
I have the impression relationships are like consumptiongoods.
Loyalty is a rare thing.
I live in Bruges.
Next year I could be moving. It depends on my job.
Here, at the lakeside, I can find rest and peace.
I'm intensily happy when I fish.
I hope a new relationship will restore my faith
and bring me renewed happiness and energy.
I suppose there's a lot of luck involved.

© paul willaert (tommy - brugge belgium 2009)

Someone has an opinion about the deviation of this two recent portraits (less formal posure ) in comparison with the other 'what about tomorrow' images?

once i read

2009-06-25T08:40:00.004+02:00

© walker evans

At the time, he was beginning to think that the possibilities of his medium were limitless and that no other photographer was taking advantage of its most valuable quality: its ability to describe the extraordinary visual reality of their own day. In the street, on the subway, everywhere he looked, there was movement, gesture, irony, emotion.

Belinda Rathbone in Walker Evans, a biography - Mariner Books

what about tomorrow #9

2009-06-24T08:28:00.001+02:00

© paul willaert (michael ramsgate uk - 2009)

My name is Michael. I'm seventeen.
I'm studying to become a journalist... hope to get there.
I'm very curious about other people.
The relation with my mom is a good one. My father doesn't live with me.
My mom is quite motivating.
I'm not that sure about my future. I put that far ahead.
I prefer to stay with the people I know... but with a good reason I would be happy to live elsewhere.
I have no girlfriend around... wonder if this would enrich my life... I hope so.
I'm a firstclass 'prat'... let's go for that one.
Love to joke around, have fun, enjoying myself...

canvas #12

2009-06-23T11:18:00.002+02:00

wish you were here #9

2009-06-21T20:09:00.003+02:00

featuring titus simoens

2009-06-19T15:09:00.019+02:00

Titus Simoens (Gent 1985) grew up in an artistic family.
His father, Richard Simoens, is a visual artist.
Titus graduated last year at the renomated 'Karel de Grote Hogeschool' in Antwerp, Belgium.
His thesis, 'Close to Romania', received critical acclaim. It was published in 'Screenworlds', an overview of Belgian contemporary photography. The images were exhibited in the Flemish Parliament. Shortly after, his work was published by Lannoo.
As an emerging young photoreporter, Titus Simoens joined the Globe agency.

I could speak to Titus while he was preparing a journey to the US.
There, he will be working on a new project: 'In search of the cowboys.

ROMANIA 2008

This is my third trip to Romania with the intention of portraying the country and its people as realistic, as pure and as “close” as possible.
To get to the very heart of these people and their everyday surroundings, that’s my aim. To use my wide-angle lens eagerly and choose position right in the middle of the subject, that’s my strategy. Photographing, to me, also means experiencing: meeting people, trying to understand and appreciate them. That’s how you gain their confidence and get the opportunity to photograph them in a sincere way. That’s how you become part of another community and tell its story. That’s how this reportage got the title “Close to Romania”.
Close but bearing in mind the overall picture and keeping my eyes wide open continuously. Just to pick out that part of a scene that will represent not only what’s in the frame but also its setting and atmosphere.

© titus simoens

Three religious convictions prevail in Romania: the Romanian Orthodox (ca. 86 %), the Roman Catholic and the Protestant.
From Ciocanu I moved on to the north of Romania, particularly known for its monasteries and abbeys. I ended up in the village of Câmpulung, where someone introduced me to a priest of the Sihastria Rarau monastery.
This monastery was once burnt to the ground by the East Hungarians but rebuilt after the 1990 revolution. Today twelve monks live here, having parted with all material possessions and each performing his particular household duty. None of them is allowed to leave the precinct, only the spiritual father can make contact with the outside world. Women are strictly forbidden here. These men have to deal with a constant struggle with themselves, their dreams and their instincts. A rigid schedule of meditating and praying, from 8 o’clock in the morning till 3 o’clock at night, helps them with this task, day in day out.
There was no easy way of photographing these withdrawn monks. It took me five days of praying and fasting before I could enter their individual rooms, which lent those moments a very personal touch resulting in these strong portraits.

© titus simoens

Slobozia Moară is a town in Dâmboviţa, in southern Romania.
Practically everybody here depends exclusively on agriculture for his living. The town is surrounded by enormous fields and the region is particularly known for its potatoes. Only a few farmers have quite recently risked the change to tractors, all the others still till their lands using horse and cart.

© titus simoens

On my first exploration of the town I made the acquaintance of the Matache family. Ionel and Angela have been living all their lives in Slobozia Moară, together with their three sons: Petruţ, Ionuţ and Marian.

© titus simoens

As far as she can remember, Angela has been working the land in and around Slobozia Moară. Also Ionel spent most of his life farming, but his health is failing now and Angela and the children have to manage it on their own today.

Titus Simoens

tales of innocence #9

2009-06-19T11:33:00.002+02:00

wish you were here #8

2009-06-18T14:30:00.001+02:00

featuring liz kuball

2009-06-17T16:12:00.007+02:00

Liz Kuball (b. 1973) is a photographer based in Southern California.
She began photographing in 2006. Since then she succeeded in building up a portfolio in which she reflects a personal vision on her neighbourhood and the people surrounding her.
In search of surprising 'not-too-well-known-talent' I felt the need to contact this young imagemaker and was happy to receive an enthusiastic response.

I asked Liz to comment on a random image of her project 'California Vernacular'.

© liz kuball

This photograph is part of my California Vernacular series. I think my statement for the project gets at what I’m looking for in terms of the overall feeling: “When you move out to California from back east, you come for a reason: You’re leaving behind a bad relationship, or escaping your hometown, or thinking you’ll be a star. And what you find when you get here is that things aren’t what you thought they’d be. There’s some of what you expected—sunshine and palm trees and long, wide beaches. But there’s more: houses with cacti and succulents in place of the green lawns you grew up with; women in bikinis climbing ladders; trees groomed in an archway, the expected path between them blocked by a gateless chain-link fence. You answer an ad on craigslist for a used car and find yourself in a boxed-in car lot in Van Nuys and go for pie at Du-par’s afterward, because pie makes sense when you’re on Ventura Boulevard and it’s 95 degrees and the car wasn’t what the ad said it would be. And you’d think that, after all this, you’d become disillusioned and go back home, and some do, of course, but many more of us stay and instead of growing bitter, we hang on—hang on to a world that, to us, is even more fantastic than the one we thought we’d find, because it’s real in its absurdity and because we have stories to tell.”

I took this photograph on a Tuesday afternoon in February. Often, I take an hour out of the afternoon to drive around looking for photographs, and this was one of those days. At the time I take a photograph, I don’t stop to ask myself why—I operate on instinct. Later, when I’m looking over my photographs, I try to see if my instincts resulted in anything that helps me communicate what I’m trying to say about Southern California. It’s a feeling I’m after, and this photograph taps into some of the feelings I have about this place.

Liz

Liz Kuball's blog

open the blinds #2

2009-06-15T12:48:00.002+02:00

canvas #12

2009-06-14T10:20:00.002+02:00

scalability #6

2009-06-12T08:57:00.002+02:00

featuring dan larkin

2009-06-11T07:40:00.002+02:00

Recently I stucked upon Dan Larkin's images.
I found them 'extremely worth trying'...
to contact the man behind the lens.
As a surprising result I got an intimate and strong short-essay with the photographer's context.

Hello Paul,

I'm flattered.

Attached are 3 jpegs from my series "All About My Mother"
These portraits of my mother, Anne B. Larkin were made over the course of the last ten years of her life. They signify casual pauses in conversation during the routine activities we shared. I watched as she came into her own after the death of my father, we became friends. She forged a new life and seemed to relish the freedom of living on her own for the first time. Her struggle with both physical and mental illness makes me realize she was probably the strongest person I will ever know. These images evoke the passage of time and have become my quiet reflection on the fragility of life. I’m reminded of the significance of living in the moment.

© dan larkin

© dan larkin

© dan larkin

I have a distinctive sensitivity for the treatment of nuance of color and light. I've developed a body of work that separately, or when grouped together suggests an implied narrative. Of late I have been experimenting with strategies that use digital time-based media in hopes of extending the boundaries of a visual journal or diary. I like long walks on the beach with no one in particular, café latte and a bagel with peanut butter on it for breakfast, if I were blind my favorite color would definitely be tie-dye and I am devoted to photography because it offers me the opportunity to attempt to coax insight from the seemingly ordinary. My favorite job so far has been this one.

Dan Larkin

Associate Professor
Program Chair, BFA Fine Art Photography
Rochester Institute of Technology

B.F.A. Rochester Institute of Technology 1983
M.F.A. Milton Avery Graduate School of the Arts at Bard College 1994

living night dreams #2

2009-06-10T14:57:00.003+02:00

q.

2009-06-10T14:44:00.004+02:00

A portrait can be more than simply a photograph of a person.
Under the right conditions it becomes a visual representation of a dialogue
between a subject and a photographer that is communicated to the viewer.

Dan Larkin