As you might know by now, I love photography. I try to be a little bit creative capturing the essence of things which usually only matters to me, as a stamp and a memory of a certain moment, to remain forever.
It’s true that going out for photography safari on your own can be a bit tedious, if you want to carry extra lens and other devices with yourself, and it’s easy you sometimes feel lazy to leave your warm and cozy cave, to take some photos of January morning light. You really have to be in the mood. There’s an absolute truth for the amateur photographer: the more you practice the better, and if you don’t, let me tell you, although shooting is easy, you lose confidence and clumsiness strikes back, till you get in “shape” once again. This is my current situation. It’s been too long since I don’t hit the streets with my reflex camera. I have several ideas on little projects, basically to have a target to find out in my walks, but I lack the will right now.
Few days ago I told you my IPhone is nowadays my favorite toy, regarding instant photography. I currently use several applications, being Instagram the best, not only for posting instant pics, but also a a social network. I’m serious when I can assure you, since I starting using this app, I’ve posted approx 1600 shots. Self portraits, street art, tv and movie captures, food progress, gigs, friends, objects… anything is admissible in my world. I really did instant shooting.
Remember I told you about the exhibition of photography I enjoyed, at the Moderna Museet in Stockholm? It was a total blast, and made me realize how much I like this art over paintings and sculptures. I find it straight, real and raw sometimes.
I was particularly impressed by Tulsa series, by Larry Clark, captured during 1960-70’s. Nasty sex, drugs, and white trash characters were the core of his work. I found it terrifying and fascinating at the same time.
Believe it or not, being completely ignorant and unaware, Tulsa somehow reminded me of this film, Kids. I wasn’t even 20 when I went to the movies to watch it. I have the clear memory of Jose and I, also very affected and shocked by the story. The plot perhaps wasn’t outstanding (sorry I haven’t seen this film in ages), youngsters in those conflictive ages they’re supposed to be kids but behave like adults, with the difference of being careless and too reckless. The way Kids was told, was what really left us speechless. To start with, more or less, people around me had same kind of education, economic possibilities, and family figures, we were raised in traditional values, and although things are changing, in the 90’s, we could say everything was normal. Those NY teenagers were mean, vicious and dangerous, and despite the fact that it was fiction, we could feel this was just a capture of something really going on.
Few days ago, I thought of writing a post dedicated to Larry Clark, I haven’t written anything related to any photograph, but considering the miscellaneous tone of Since my Baby Left Me, I thought “why not?”. The idea wasn’t telling you about his life and career, but of course, I was interesting in being a bit acquainted with his background.
As soon as I checked Wikipedia (yes, I love this site and I use it on daily basis, and hate to think some kind of shitty law can apply censorship and ruin it for good) , it took me just one line and a half to discover, the very same Larry Clark who shocked me with his personal portrait of dirty Tulsa, had managed to shock me 17 years before.
There’s not much else to say, now it’s time to observe, and I really hope out of disgust, you can enjoy his work as much as I do.