Posts in Category: portrait


“Un verre ça va. Deux verres… Merci les dégâts!”












Vlad Dracu



Profesorul de filosofie | The Philosophy teacher


„To me, photography is an art of observation. It’s about finding something interesting in an ordinary place… I’ve found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.”

– Eliott Erwitt

Shy away

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„I like form and shape and strength in pictures.”
– Herb Ritts

Nașul | The Godfather


„Regardless of how you feel inside, always try to look like a winner. Even if you are behind, a sustained look of control and confidence can give you a mental edge that results in victory.”
– Diane Arbus



“If I am at a party, I want to be at the party. Too many photographers use the camera to avoid participating in things. They become professional observers.”
– Robert Mapplethorpe

Tamil girl (Munnar, India)

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Oglinda din adânc



Când mă privesc într-o fântână
mă văd cu-adevărat în zi
aşa cum sunt şi-am fost şi-oi fi.

Când mă privesc într-o fântână
ghicesc în faţa mea bătrână
cum ceruri şi pământ se-ngână.

Când mă privesc într-o fântână
ştiu că-n adâncuri foste mume
îmi ţin oglindă, ochi de lume.

Când mă privesc într-o fântână
îmi văd şi soarta, uit de nume.

(Lucian Blaga – „Oglinda din adânc”, din vol. „Ce aude unicornul”  – 1957)

Băiat cu ventilator | Boy with cooling fan


“I am interested in what motivates individuals, what they do with their lives, their personalities, and how I perceive and interpret them. But of equal importance, or of perhaps even greater importance is that, even if the person is not known or already forgotten, the photograph itself should still be of interest or even excite the viewer. That is what my life and work is all about.”

  • Arnold Newman

Tamil hindu priest (Munnar, India)

A tamil priest during a religious ceremony. Munnar, Kerala state, SW India, January 2016

The Independence Day (January 26th) is observed throughout India with great joy. Flag-hoisting ceremonies, parades, cultural events and also public religious ceremonies, some of them specifically designed for this occasion (fortunately, Western-style „secularism” is completely unknown to this parts of the world).

Indians celebrate this holiday by bonding with family and friends, listening to patriotic songs, watching patriotic movies, attending religious services inside temples or outdoor. The national flag is proudly displayed on their attire, accessories and homes.

Me and Corina were shy observers to this religious ceremony on the outskirts of Munnar, a city in the mountains of Kerala state. The man was a priest and led a gathering of women and children (i presume the service was for women and children mostly, but i cannot be sure) to a river, holding flower pots and oils.

Well, not so shy in the end, since they invited us to their homes to drink tea and eat a cake baked (obviously) for this special day.

A Westerner cannot help but noticing that in India men still look like men and women still look like women…