Wednesday, 14 March 2018

Margarida Fleming

isto é tão bom!


Margarida Fleming

Monday, 12 March 2018

Wednesday, 7 March 2018

A arte de escrever cartas

Existe uma marca de estacionário dedicado à escrita de cartas.
Criaram 2 personagens O Mr. Boddington e o Master Boddington, cada um com a sua colecção de papeis, envelopes, etc.
E para além disso, criaram uma sociedade secreta de escrita de cartas. Tudo bom!

Ice Cream.jpg
Correspondence - Leopards Front.jpg
Memorandum - Pencils.jpg
Telegram - Front.jpg
Fill in Blanks - Front.jpg
Airplanes copy.jpg
Tudo bom!

Monday, 5 March 2018

Lacoste does it again

Lacoste lançou uma campanha de sensibilização para animais em via de extinção.
Substituiu o mítico lagarto pela imagem de 10 espécies em via de extinção.
Para cada espécie, o número de polos produzidos corresponde ao numero de animais que ainda vivem na natureza

Muito simples, muito fixe.

Wednesday, 28 February 2018

Larry Sultan - pictures from home

Los Angeles, Early Evening
Mom in Doorway
Dad on Sofa
Practicing Golf Swing
Mom and Dad, Pool
My Mother Posing for Me
The house is quiet.  They have gone to bed, leaving me alone, and the electric timer has just switched off the living-room lights.  It feels like the house has finally turned on its side to fall asleep.  Years ago I would have gone through my mother’s purse for one of her cigarettes and smoked in the dark.  It was a magical time that the house was mine.
Tonight, however, I am restless.  I sit at the dining-room table; rummage through the refrigerator.  What am I looking for?
All day long I’ve been scavenging, poking around in rooms and closets, peering at their things, studying them.  I arrange my rolls of exposed film into long rows and count and recount them as if they were lost.  There are twenty-eight.
What drives me to continue this work is difficult to name.  It has more to do with love than with sociology, with being a subject in the drama rather than a witness.  And in the odd and jumbled process of working everything shifts; the boundaries blur, my distance slips, the arrogance and illusion of immunity falters.  I wake up in the middle of the night, stunned and anguished.  These are my parents.  From that simple fact, everything follows.  I realize that beyond the rolls of film and the few good pictures, the demands of my project and my confusion about its meaning, is the wish to take photography literally.  To stop time.  I want my parents to live forever.

Larry Sultan: An excerpt from Chapter One of Pictures From Home, 1992

Larry Sultan é o maior

Monday, 19 February 2018


Esta foto tem 7 anos.
Continua a descrever perfeitamente o estilo que eu gosto.

via NY Times

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