Mermaids. Fascinating creatures.
Mermaids’ habitats are water shores. They spend many hours a day interacting, in some way or another, with water. After a few swims, they usually enjoy sitting next to the water and refresh themselves. They spend time absent-mindedly playing with rims and softly splashing the surface, while other mermaids swim around.
They sometimes lay down and sunbathe.
Mermaids are really difficult to portrait. They usually refuse to pose. They actually hide, escape, or politely excuse themselves as soon as a camera is withdrawn from a bag.
I was recently very lucky, and had the chance to take a few shots before I got fired with the phrase “Papa…! Sempre ens estàs fent fotos!! Que pesat!!! ” (catalan-to-english google translate, if not obvious enough).
It takes some time. And patience…
As soon as I pick my camera from my own lap she says ” NO “.
I then rise it to my eye, and she insists: ” Papa, he dit NO ! ” (Dad, I said NO!).
First shot. Hit!
But her fan is covering most of her face (except her spying eye).
A few minutes later, second try. She has just folded her fan. In my mind, I view myself being faster at raising my camera and focusing than her opening her fan and covering her face again.
Fast synchronized (trained) movement: Camera – Eye – Focus – Click.
Focus check (playback) on the viewfinder… She raised her other hand….!!!
How could she be that fast!?!? And fully synced with the shutter!!!
After a while of playful wrestling…
While in New York City, I had the chance to shoot a short film.
It describes the crazyness of Times Square, as compared to the order-within-chaos of its sorroundings.
New York is the paradigm of The Metropolis.
It doesn’t matter how much time has passed since you last visited the city. It doesn’t matter where you come from, what religion, color or sexual orientation. It doesn’t matter what age you are. It doesn’t matter if you are there for business or pleasure, or because you were born there. It is even indifferent to what mood you are in.
Either you love the place, or you hate it. Period.
If you hate it, just move along. The world is full of great places.
If (by mistake, by coincidence, by luck) you happen to love it, then you are done. You will wish you were a Newyorkian for the rest of your life.
I belong to the latter group. Period.
Whenever I travel to a new place, I enjoy practicing one of my favorite sports: taking long walks by myself, camera in hand, spending as much time as I will, just looking at people and places, observing habits and taking pictures, getting lost and finally (hopefully) finding my way around back to the base camp. I am good at reading maps, at understanding the logic of city layout; happily, so far I have always managed to find my way back to the base camp!
Last year, while practicing that sport in Santiago de Chile I found myself in an office building with a charmingly tacky (or was it tackily charming?) inside open space.