Rough Look

untitled series #8

2011-10-14T14:14:00.000-07:00

Baker street, London 2011

untitled

2011-10-06T08:14:00.000-07:00

Quito, Ecuador 2006

postcard fiction #3

2011-09-04T03:50:00.001-07:00

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

untitled series #7

2011-09-02T06:15:00.000-07:00

liverpool@UK 2011

the roadsweeper, the musician, the man and the kid

2011-08-16T01:55:00.000-07:00

postcard fiction #2

2011-08-02T07:40:00.000-07:00

"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)

postcard fiction #1

2011-07-26T05:00:00.001-07:00

Teria sido melhor se não te tivesse visto na estação de metro. Era hora de ponta, a estação estava cheia; todos as pessoas com pressa e os minutos contados para chegar a tempo aos escritórios, as lojas, as escolas,...

Podia ter passado simplemente por ti e não ter dado conta que estavas ali.

Rapidamente fiz as contas e já não te vejo há 10 anos. A última vez que te vi tinhas o cabelo comprido, desalinhado, um riso desconsertante e ingenuo. Tinhas vontade de abraçar o mundo, fazer uma poesia só tua.

Estás diferente.

Por um momento achei que devia ter parado e feito todas as perguntas que há 10 anos gostariamos de ter tido resposta. Solteira ou não? Feliz ou não? Realizada ou não? Independente ou não?

Deixe-te ir sem dares pela minha presença. Tambem já não sou a mesma pessoa e nem saberia por onde começar a grande história de como os meus planos mudaram de direcção e as minhas grandes certezas continuam sem resposta...

Pergunto-me quem seríamos nós se a vida não nos tivesse atirado para plataformas diferentes da estação.

It would have been much better if I hadn’t seen you today at the station. It was peak hour and everybody was is a rush to get in time to the office, to the shops, to school.

I could have just walked past you without even noticing you were there.

Quickly I did the maths and I haven’t seen you in 10 years. Last time I saw you, you had long scruffy hair, a wide and naive smile. You wanted to embrace the whole world, create your own poetry.

You look different now.

For a moment I thought of stopping you to ask all those questions we would have wanted answered 10 years ago. Single or not? Happy or not? Accomplished or not? Independent or not?

But I let you go by without you noticing my presence. I am too a different person and I wouldn’t know where to start telling you the long story of how my plans changed direction and how my certainties are still without answer.

I wonder who we would be if life hadn’t thrown us onto different platforms in the station...

TEXTO/TEXT by C.

lomo series #1

2011-07-25T06:03:00.001-07:00

colour shots

2011-05-21T07:27:00.000-07:00

france revisited

2011-05-14T05:19:00.001-07:00

marseille@france 07

sometimes the world looks better from below

2011-02-25T15:53:00.000-08:00

all photos taken during the viewing of exhibitions in tate modern@london 2011

wrong answers

2011-01-21T03:11:00.000-08:00

2011-01-10T03:17:00.000-08:00

diptych, london@uk 2011

"alguem não anda a cumprir o seu dever"
saramago in discurso prémio nobel 1998
"someone is not doing their duty"
saramago in nobel prize speech 1998

snowy days

2011-01-06T14:37:00.000-08:00

london@uk 10

snapshot #5

2010-12-17T11:09:00.000-08:00

london@uk 2010

i think need some coins to get moving

2010-11-01T15:45:00.000-07:00

scratch the surface

2010-10-28T17:42:00.001-07:00

london 2010

snapshot #4

2010-10-10T14:47:00.000-07:00

mumbai@india 09

my neighbourhood

2010-10-03T14:28:00.000-07:00

london@UK 2010

snapshot #3

2010-09-29T14:39:00.000-07:00

new delhi@india 09

untitled series #6

2010-09-15T10:35:00.000-07:00

sofia, bulgaria, 2010

india joint

2010-09-10T11:24:00.001-07:00

mumbai, india, 2009

untitled series #5

2010-09-08T09:22:00.000-07:00

sofia, bulgaria, 2010

untitled series #4

2010-09-02T07:54:00.000-07:00

sofia, bulgaria, 2010

windows

2010-08-19T16:15:00.000-07:00

street frames

2010-08-15T16:23:00.000-07:00

still life from my desk

2010-08-08T13:15:00.000-07:00

untitled series #3

2010-08-05T05:50:00.001-07:00

edinburgh, uk, 2008

dirty park

2010-07-27T01:50:00.001-07:00

london, uk, 2010

untitled series #2

2010-07-19T06:30:00.001-07:00

arles, france, 2007

untitled series #1

2010-07-18T14:04:00.000-07:00

bristol, uk, 2007

leaving the metro

2010-06-30T15:21:00.000-07:00

leaving the metro@istanbul 10

get up, stand up

2010-05-31T15:22:00.000-07:00

get up, stand up@stonetown 08

evening trees

2010-04-11T15:34:00.000-07:00

wrinkles

2010-04-06T15:21:00.001-07:00

baklavas

2010-03-19T15:34:00.000-07:00

baklavas@istanbul 10

raw meat

2010-02-06T15:21:00.000-08:00

raw meat@stonetown - zanzibar 08

we can understand that there will be war...

2009-12-10T14:18:00.001-08:00

barack obama nobel speech@oslo 09

snapshot #2

2009-11-24T15:57:00.001-08:00

liverpool 08

snapshot #1

2009-09-24T04:33:00.000-07:00

get upset

2009-08-11T13:24:00.000-07:00

untitled #1

2009-08-01T16:16:00.000-07:00

2009-07-29T13:27:00.000-07:00

model citizen?

2009-05-24T03:38:00.000-07:00

why are you affraid?

2009-03-30T15:10:00.000-07:00

motel

2009-03-27T11:19:00.000-07:00

staring at my dreams

2009-03-08T19:41:00.001-07:00

untitled

2009-02-16T13:33:00.000-08:00

gas holder

2009-02-06T08:57:00.001-08:00

gas holder@grand union canal

looking@what

2009-01-13T09:16:00.000-08:00

looking at what?
a) us
b) a modern society in which i don't fit
c) a dream
d) chaos

feel free to drop your answer.

could you please open this door?

2009-01-13T08:43:00.000-08:00

credit crunch

2009-01-13T05:02:00.001-08:00

life is what you make it

2009-01-07T11:42:00.000-08:00

my weekend polaroids

2008-12-16T15:56:00.001-08:00

blue sunday

2008-10-26T13:26:00.001-07:00

express yourself

2008-10-05T05:02:00.000-07:00

battersea polaroids

2008-09-03T13:42:00.001-07:00

battersea power station@london

diversion ends

2008-08-17T14:04:00.000-07:00

diversion ends@brick lane - london

summer sky

2008-08-15T10:26:00.000-07:00

summer sky@london

passing by

2008-06-16T13:48:00.001-07:00

passing by@london

do you care?

2008-06-11T12:56:00.000-07:00

do you care?@liverpool

bunnie face & hand dryer

2008-06-05T14:36:00.000-07:00

killing kate

2008-05-05T15:40:00.000-07:00

live@lark in the park

monkey and the rebels

2008-05-02T16:19:00.000-07:00

live@lark in the park, london 08

cctv

2008-04-11T17:05:00.001-07:00

baps shri swaminarayan hindu mandir

2008-03-04T14:51:00.001-08:00

hindu temple@london

climate change

2008-02-04T14:20:00.001-08:00

march expressing protest against climate change@London

into the wild

2008-01-16T12:11:00.001-08:00

"Happiness only real when shared"
Chris McCandless

doris salcedo@tate modern

2008-01-10T13:50:00.001-08:00

Shibboleth - Doris Salcedo

Shibboleth asks questions about the interaction of sculpture and space, about architecture and the values it enshrines, and about the shaky ideological foundations on which Western notions of modernity are built.

In particular, Salcedo is addressing a long legacy of racism and colonialism that underlies the modern world.
A ‘shibboleth’ is a custom, phrase or use of language that acts as a test of belonging to a particular social group or class. By definition, it is used to exclude those deemed unsuitable to join this group.

‘The history of racism’, Salcedo writes, ‘runs parallel to the history of modernity, and is its untold dark side’. For hundreds of years, Western ideas of progress and prosperity have been underpinned by colonial exploitation and the withdrawal of basic rights from others. Our own time, Salcedo is keen to remind us, remains defined by the existence of a huge socially excluded underclass, in Western as well as post-colonial societies.

In breaking open the floor of the museum, Salcedo is exposing a fracture in modernity itself. Her work encourages us to confront uncomfortable truths about our history and about ourselves with absolute candidness, and without self-deception.

Doris Salcedo was born in 1958 in Bogotá, Colombia, where she lives and works.

in "tate modern site"

memories beneath our feet

2007-12-06T14:25:00.001-08:00

great war memorial@hyde park corner

the big issue

2007-12-03T15:20:00.000-08:00

... a magazine to help!

the big issue online

chelsea bridge

2007-11-22T12:40:00.001-08:00

rays of light on thames at chelsea bridge

sex pistols live@brixton academy

2007-11-13T15:25:00.001-08:00

rough video of anarchy in the UK

rest in art

2007-11-04T11:00:00.000-08:00

machines don't care...

2007-10-30T16:57:00.000-07:00

...do we?

cheaper@tate.modern

2007-10-28T16:05:00.001-07:00

3 shots of the millennium bridge@london

2007-10-28T15:55:00.001-07:00