Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
And eight million butterflies forgot about rules
What a delightful surprise to find a postcard this afternoon in a store in Montreal with a photo the photographer Dita Kubin took of me in 2007 and a few words...

when you are sleeping
you are a precious
black and white photograph
that begins to breath
the day we met
i uttered something completely stupid
i can still remember your lips
laughing
endlessly
a sweet red tidal wave
overwhelmed us both-
you said you loved
heart-shaped pretzels with beer
i said i appreciated the symmetry
of your appetite
there was no what if
forever wedded to forever
and eight million butterflies
forgot about rules
frame by frame
the photograph moves
curling in me
in a spoon feeding itself
-Dita Kubin-

when you are sleeping
you are a precious
black and white photograph
that begins to breath
the day we met
i uttered something completely stupid
i can still remember your lips
laughing
endlessly
a sweet red tidal wave
overwhelmed us both-
you said you loved
heart-shaped pretzels with beer
i said i appreciated the symmetry
of your appetite
there was no what if
forever wedded to forever
and eight million butterflies
forgot about rules
frame by frame
the photograph moves
curling in me
in a spoon feeding itself
-Dita Kubin-
Thursday, March 19, 2009
"The fact that we are human beings is infinitely more important than all the peculiarities that distinguish human beings from one another."
-Simone de Beauvoir-
-Simone de Beauvoir-
Monday, March 02, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
New photos coming soon, I promise!
I am too busy figuring out how to get enough money to buy the new Canon 5D Mark II and a couple of professional lenses.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Cinemascapes

A photography project that caught my eye a year ago and is still my favourite: Aaron Hobson's Cinemascapes.
Dark and original. I absolutely love it!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Friday, August 08, 2008
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Friday, June 06, 2008
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Monday, June 02, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Monday, March 03, 2008
Die slowly
He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience, dies slowly.
He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones “is” rather than a bundle of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings, dies slowly.
He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives, die slowly.
He who does not travel,
who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself, dies slowly.
He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck,
about the rain that never stops, dies slowly.
He or she who abandon a project before starting it,
who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know,
he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know, die slowly.
Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
always reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort by far
greater than the simple fact of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
Die Slowly
by Pablo Neruda
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience, dies slowly.
He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones “is” rather than a bundle of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings, dies slowly.
He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives, die slowly.
He who does not travel,
who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself, dies slowly.
He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck,
about the rain that never stops, dies slowly.
He or she who abandon a project before starting it,
who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know,
he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know, die slowly.
Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
always reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort by far
greater than the simple fact of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
Die Slowly
by Pablo Neruda
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
"Chichicastenango on market day" in JPG
My photo "Chichicastenango on market day" has been published in JPG Magazine. Check it out! It's on page 39 and was taken with the crappy camera on page 8.
JPG Magazine (Issue 13)
JPG Magazine (Issue 13)






























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