My name is Jack, although I don’t know the real name of the dog. But he looks so perky in the picture it is almost like he wants to present himself as such. After I took the picture I walked up to the dog, just to pet him. As I approached the dog, a smile came on the woman’s face. You are a pretty little dog, I said. He startled, making little jumps from left to right, forward and than back again. He is kinda afraid, the woman said, playful but mostly afraid. At first this is what I saw in the eyes of the woman. In the end they both didn’t have to be afraid. Both of them knew when I walked away again.
From far I noticed this woman, with her funky hat and hair, like a time capsule that grew old. Later I saw she still believed, having a rosary in her hands. I couldn’t have seen this detail because of my distance to the subject. In the photo’s this is visibly disclosed and makes you wonder about the story behind this woman. What is this woman made out of? I like it that the photo lets someone tell their own story instead of the photo representing a story. I like having a balance between a prepared scene and a total random picture. To a point my pictures are all random but the combination of elements within the moment, being too bizar or too simple, let’s you rethink whether there is a staged element or not. Hopefully than you look further…
When these two men walked by I couldn’t help wondering what their business was as they were obviously serious about it. All of my references fail to figure them out.
When this man walked up to me with his confident and brisk walk, he seemed to be some kind of agent. The tension in the picture is prominent with two more looking right into the lens, all getting the same message across, which means business. It implies much more than the simple passing moment of them walking by my camera.
This photo was made in Barcelona, Spain in the beginning of may. Not to long before I took this shot, the woman in the picture sat next to me and was rather submerged in what she was doing, not aware of her surroundings at all, looking rather annoyed. The picture I took a while later, is a characterisation of who she seems to be. A little bit cheap and clumsy, consumed by the attention she gets from her phone and eating candy.
How was your appointment? Oh really?! She was also there? Not to chique, I must say. Ah well, we’ll just go by bus than.
The rich and/or famous, sometimes you spot them. Everything about them shows attention to detail. Shoes, purse, hair, clothing, jewelry, make-up, everything seemes to be perfect. As a normal person, not being in their circle, I often wonder what makes them rich or what they really care about. In the end they are also just people. The woman who is looking up is clearly excited about something the young, tall and very beautiful woman has done or said. So I wonder.
When I visited Liège in the spring, I photographed this lovely elderly woman in red who was waving at her company. With a cigarette in her hand and all the clues to her aging makes this an intriguing image. She makes me think of my grandma, waving at me to come, with this certain look saying “come, no need to worry about anything, just keep your grandma company…”.