Posts in Category: street photography

Worlds apart

The Elevator

I think a lot of the time these days people are so concerned about having the right camera and the right film and the right lenses and all the special effects that go along with it, even the computer, that they`re missing the key element.

– Herb Ritts

Entry for January 26th, 2017

Cafeneaua egipteană „Valea Regilor” - fotografie de stradă, București

Cafeneaua egipteană „Valea Regilor”

Egyptian Caffee „Valley fo the Kings” in Bucharest

Entry for December 18, 2016

„A photographer must be prepared to catch and hold on to those elements which give distinction to the subject or lend it atmosphere. They are often momentary, chance-sent things: a gleam of light on water, a trail of smoke from a passing train, a cat crossing a threshold, the shadows cast by a setting sun. Sometimes they are a matter of luck; the photographer could not expect or hope for them. Sometimes they are a matter of patience, waiting for an effect to be repeated that he has seen and lost or for one that he anticipates. Leaving out of question the deliberately posed or arranged photograph, it is usually some incidental detail that heightens the effect of a picture – stressing a pattern, deepening the sense of atmosphere. But the photographer must be able to recognize instantly such effects.”

– Bill Brandt



Stă pe comoda caravelă.
De ani mai vechi e tot aci.
Mi-o-nchipui dintrodat’ mărită.
De-un timp e gata a porni.

Emblema are o cetate
ținută-n brațe de doi lei,
un scut cu cîmpul alb și roșu
și-o cruce alăturea de ei.

La prora poartă, dat în aur,
prelung în aer, magic semn,
căscată gura de balaur,
furtuni să-nfrunte, ea de lemn.

S-a ruginit încheietura
în portul jalnic unde-a mas.
Acuma, de plecare, cîrma
e unsă și odgonul tras.

Cuprinse-n vînt, sărat, amarnic,
de sănătosul dor spre larg,
ca niște sîni de fată mare
se umflă pînzele-n catarg.

De pe limanul așteptării,
bătut de valuri monoton,
pornim din visul trist spre altul –
deschis ca un senin eon.

Un cer pe care nici o umbră
nu cade iar ni s-a ivit.
Un cer cum trebuie să fie
ne mai surîde la sfîrșit.

Trăim ca să cuprindem totul
și să ne pierdem într-o zi.
Un Dumnezeu adînc, albastru
e marea-n care vom pieri.

(Lucian Blaga – „Caravela”. „Gazeta literară”, 19 octombrie 1967)

The rules of bartending (III)

3rd rule: It’s not your party. It’s not your booze. It’s not your bar.

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„Interbelic” cocktail bar, Bucharest, 2012

Bruxelles, Grand Place (II)

June 2011

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The Ocean between us (Mumbai, India)

The day goes away. So does the water. Reflux.

Ali Bag, Mumbai, India, January 2016.


The Dreamers (Fort Kochi, India)

Mahatma Gandhi Beach, Fort Kochi, Kerala state, SW India

February 2016



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You don’t need to see the whole person to produce a portrait that feels revealing, personal and intimate. Sometimes, a suggestion or a small detail may fuel the imagination, taking the picture away from being a simple description and making it more real and significant.

Elliott Erwitt