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Aidana20I’m talking about the Trash Fashion series. One last shoot I did weeks ago, but have not posted. These are only a small fraction of the 1900 overall images I’ve shot over four shoots. I should edit in camera more I suppose. But I don’t and I expect I won’t.

It has been great working with the ‘models.’ I use quotes ( scare quotes actually) for a specific reason. The women and man in the photos are not professional models and their comfort infront of the camera varied widly, but what each brought was an excitement for the clothing, the art and the shoot. That is WONDERFUL. The caps are worthy if you’ve ever worked with someone who was very uninterested in being there with you and yet still, you needed to pull a creative photo out of your @ss.

Excitement means everything. All else can be learned.

Enjoy. Leave feedback.

Tango-ish

Salon CanningThere was bound to be a time I posted someting about tango. I live in Argentina, so it is perhaps inevitable. I avoided it for as long as I could. I promise. A year and a half. I don’t think that is so bad. But I was invited to one too many milongas. I said yes. I don’t dance. I watched and I noticed something. So, before the post, I’ll admit the moral, i.e. what I continue to learn, don’t forget to look. Sit. Look. See. And here I thought all tango was, is dancing.

the space between

Tango does not interest me as a dance. I am not drawn to learn it because I live in Argentina. “Why not?” I am asked by a puzzle-faced traveler in town to eat a few steaks, go to a tango show and say they’ve been, seen and done in one more place.

Tango does not interest me as a dance. For me, it is not a dance at all, but the space between.

The intimate space between  those embraced on the dance floor.
The fluid space bodies create moving together.
The space for legs.
The space for feet.
The space for clasped hands in the air.
The space between  people on the fringes, watching, like me, watching the changing spaces.

Tango is to share space reserved for personal relationships. For three tunes. Only.

Then it is back to the edges of the dance space where one can feel safe inside the agreed upon set of codas and clues. The safe space enshrouded in etiquette.

A set of behaviors and norms.

Eye contact, a nod and each breaches the space between to combine again on the dance floor. To eliminate space, to create one space for two bodies, floating, moving, dancing.

The swirl of a woman’s leg, the lead of the man, the technical this and that makes up tango-the-dance. But tango does not interest me as a dance. Forget about the dance, look at the space.

Walter Valda, 36

Walter Valda, 36

I still use the wordpress hosting for this blog, so my options for slideshows are limited because I can not embed java script (unless I move my blog onto my own server and admin it, which I plan to do when the new website goes up). I had toyed with the idea of creating a movie using final cut pro, but then realized I didn’t have the disc space to assemble 204 photos and imovie makes a blurry mess out of photos, so I was stuck with one of the three options wordpress allows.

This is the one I chose.

With that explanation over, let me get to the project. This is about 9 months of work. Hanging out, talking, photographing, going to the comedor, going to marches, and protests. It has been an interesting 9 months. Of the overwhelming plethora of photos I have taken, I edited down to 204. About 90 of them are portraits and the others are working, protesting, etc…

I’ve posted the portraits before, but the plan is as you see here. To mix context with portraits that lack context. To see the environment and to see the people.

There is no title as of yet. Maybe something like La Gente Comun. Not that they are common people, but everyday people. I am fascinated by people. Thoughts, lives, views of the world. Perhaps that is why I am currently torturing myself by living in a foreign country (or so it feels at times, but I say this with all the love of someone who would have it no other way).

But why care about gente comun? That question was haunting me, the purpose, the ‘news’ catch, the heart jerker, the reason why you should look, but more personally, the reason why am I photographing these people?

I went back to one of my idols for inspiration:

It’s about reacting to what you see, hopefully without preconception. You can find pictures anywhere. It’s simply a matter of noticing things and organizing them. You just have to care about what’s around you and have a concern with humanity and the human comedy. ~Elliott Erwit

That quote answers both questions above. Why am I photographing these people and why should you look. First, I delight in noticing simple things, in discovering the world through different eyes, different views, political or otherwise. The subtle message of a dirty screen used to make T-shirts for the Ministry of Health, the scribbling of a name on a table in ink, the concentration of people at work, the laughter and reaction when standing infront of a camera for a portrait, and more.

Shooting the portraits was particularly satisfying. I chose to give little direction. I sometimes waited a bit as someone stepped onto the white cloth, looked up at me and I watched as their body settled into a form, and identity, a person. A person with context of their lives imbedded in their skin.

Look around long enough and there are plenty of things to notice.

Secondly, I think we could all benefit from a little more concern for ‘humanity and the human comedy.’ Whether they are like you, like us, like them, not like us, the same, different, politically opposite, rich like you, poor like you, on the same side, same team, same religion, foreign, alien, resident, or from “a small planet in the vicinity of Betelguise”.

But you get my point.

Maybe.

“It’s simply a matter of noticing things,” and it’s not the extrodinary we fail to notice.

So you’ve been warned. The slideshow has 204 images. It takes a while to view, but you can also look at the photos independently. I had planned to print them and do a show for the people of the comedor. They have this great space upstairs that would be perfect to exhibit the images. I’ve emailed links to the administration before, but many people do not have access to computers. Unfortunately after researching the cost I decided it was not something I could afford to do. I estimated it would be $1,600-1,700 pesos or roughly $430-460USD. This is then a shameless request for any philanthropic souls who would care to contribute to the printing. The final prints would remain with the people of the comedor, not with me (although I’d ask to use them again and hopefully show them elsewhere). Please email me if you care to help. Two ways to reach me cate ((at)) cateincba ((dot)) com. And ckelly ((at)) cmyphotography ((dot)) com.

The Birth of Blue Recently I partnered with Wallblank to sell one of my images. Actually I had contacted them about a month or so ago with some samples and then received an email Sunday evening asking me if I could have an image ready to go by Monday morning. Not a problem, but that also means titling it and writing a description. Many years in newspapers and countless editors ‘politely’ reminding me of deadlines serves a purpose still. I love being creative on deadline (and no, I’m not being sarcastic).

From that was born The Birth of Blue. One image available for sale which lead to a series of images all taken while trekking several glaciers in Patagonia this past March 2009.

The surreal dreamy quality most appeals to me in this series and my focus was to be more abstract.

The Birth of Blue is the hint of blue in some images, the overwhelming blue of others. It is the color of the sky, the color of compressed ice, the color of hidden lagunas, the color of dreams…

FundacionLeer102I was asked by Frank of Sugar & Spice to photograph as he and some of his employees volunteered with Fundación Leer in Villa 31. They took a school room with damaged walls, peeling paint, overall just depressingly ugly and transformed it into a reading corner with butterflies, snails and a large tree along the walls. Curtains of bright colors, soft pillows, some cushy seats and a handmade rug by the faculty out of what appears to be cleaning rags changed the vibe dramatically. The group attracted attention immediately from the kids during break time and soon the volunteers were swarmed on all sides. I saw kids laughing and playing and excited about the reading room. They kept poking their heads in to see what was up. A select few had the chance to grab a book and a seat at the end of the day. Their smiles for me were tempered with the fact that these kids return home to their house in the Villa and a life much harder than they should know.

Below are some of the images.

Additional photos from a second shooting of the Trash Fashion series.

Trash Fashion

Trash Fashion

I was photographing a local Buenos Aires designer’s alternative fashions recently. Aidana uses rubber and other material to create a very unique style of clothing. Based on the materials she uses I saw the clothing in a hard light and was looking for a grungy, futuristic style. I’ve never been able to play with photoshop as much as I did on these images, but the idea is fashion, not journalism and I am taking the liberty to create the impressions I would like to communicate. Gracias a Steve. (Several previous photos removed at the request of the model. She has asked not to participate.)

kellyonyx1Onyx.la Latin America (once on the Onyx.la page click still photographers).

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Alfonsin dead at 82Former President of Argentina Raúl Alfonsín, 82, known as the ‘father of democracy’ died from complications due to lung cancer in his sleep March 31, 2009 at home in Barrio Norte, Buenos Aires, Argentina. Thousands of Argentines gathered at the Palacio del Congreso building on April 1, 2009 as he lay in state in the Salon del Azul to pay tribute to the first democratically elected president after the fall of the military dictatorship in 1983. Alfonsin, who died in his sleep surrounded by family, held office from December of 1983 to July 1989.

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