Here I was actually try to make NY look like Brasilia, where I have never been. Where do I get my ideas? I have no idea.

Agree or not?:

OK, no one is um, well, naked or anything, but I wanted a photo where the entire picture was filled with details, where not even a single pixel did not contain something and here, I believe I achieved it:

computer. But blog, I do not give us easily or at all.

Recently I viewed a play called the Tempest by one William Shakespeare. Now I am not a huge fan of plays but this one was pretty good. Now mind you, you cannot take photo during plays in New York, but predictably I wanted to take photo at this production. I saw other people taking photos, so I figured it was OK. Um, yeah, world's worst excuse, but anyway, here are the results, with no further a do:

Please.

"The intrepid explorers went forward into the forest. They had no idea what awaited them..."

Every so often I take a photo that makes me laugh endlessly. This is the latest. I love it when he is transforming into superman and off to save the world.

Could America have a cooler president? I mean the wife helps out at soup kitchens, the girls are adorable and the dog makes me want to switch my allegiance from boxer to water dog. Oh and he is cool under pressure and fluent in English. What more could we want?

Like I always say for controversial posting, please keep your diatribes to a manageable length. I have websites to update, my country's 500 anniversary to plan and the kidnapping of a princess to orchestrate. I am swamped. Um, that last part I stole from Prince Humperdink in Princess Bride.

And I say no:



She cannot have this one back.

Does this picture even need any other explanation?:

I am in the midst of post production processing and what I think looks like a photo turns distinctly painting like. Don't get me wrong about that happening. I kind of love it actually, but here also, don't tell me this looks like a Jackson Pollack. That was not my intent. It just sorta turned out that way:





Don't get me wrong. Pollack is a great American artist and a crazy person the crazy people are proud to call their own. Just don't accuse me of biting off his style.

Don't you think?:



By the way, if you are keeping track of my inspirations here, it was Mr. Eugene Atget with a little Cartier Bresson thrown in.

I mean look at this:





I haven't seen green like this since I ventured to the southern parts of this great country.

Psych! I've never even used that word here. But anyway, no, this isn't Rome. No, this is the aforementioned sublime Bethesda Terrace in Central Park. All I can say about that is wow. Just wow. What an incredible place. I took so many photos, per usual, but these three were my absolute favorite.

Even when we are indoors. And also may I add that the Empire State Building is some kind of insane art deco wonderland? I know, I've said it before, but it bears repeating.

Well, a bit of writing here. Like I have said many a time before, I shoot certain photos again and again and again, until they are absolutely without a doubt perfect.

I guess this entry is about how certain images play themselves over and over again in my head as well. One image is from a commercial I once saw featuring the song "Porcelain" by Moby. Before the hate mail starts, I want to say, I am not huge fan of the guy, just happen to live the commercial. It was a very simple set up. Man comes to the door in a snow storm to pick up his wife or girlfriend and bowled over by her appearance and Porcelain plays slowly in the background.

That image has stuck with me for many years and whenever I get the chance, my photos try to capture the feeling I got from watching that commercial, which brings us to this:







The ad featuring Porcelain came to mind again when I was taking these photos, as you can see.

Images really do stick to people, or maybe it is just me.

No, I am not changing my name to Steven Meisel. And, finally, no, I did not ask this person to pose this way:



The background is this sublime place in New York called Bethesda Terrace, right in Central Park. She was performing and I guess doing some kind of exercise in between performances. She was there, I snapped away.

Something kind of soft and gentle about it.

OK, before the purists start writing me several paragraph diatribes about how this building is not Mies van der rohe, yes, it is not, but let me finish. In my processing, I made the photo look at bit more Mies van der rohe, as in this insane modernity I try to hit in my photos that I am not trying to look like postcards your grandmother sent. Modernity, extra modernity. That was what try to get across.