“People are talking about immigration, emigration and the rest of the fucking thing. It’s all fucking crap. We’re all human beings, we’re all mammals, we’re all rocks, plants, rivers. Fucking borders are just such a pain in the fucking arse.” Shane MacGowan.
This was taken on January 27th, 2013, during a pro demonstration (unpublished yet, here are my previous images on this day).
Sharing the joy of my friends — I hope now the shameful homophobic violence will come down.BTW, let me remind to the narrow-minded catholic leagues that their muse is this woman who sang “make love to me with two fingers — with three, that doesn’t go in; with one, that won’t do it.”
Keep an eye on your chakras.
Dedicated to my friend from Madrid, Oscar (here, @osqui feed on IG), the first one who tempted me to photograph, and a lovely “traveling fellow” in my beginnings in street photo. ¡Argh! I miss your humor, chico!
With a wink to Martin Parr’s work.
Paris, quais de Seine, Paris Plages (Paris Beaches), July 2012 (DSLR shot).
“Rocky Raccoon checked into his room/Only to find Gideon’s bible/Rocky had come, equipped with a gun/To shoot off the legs of his rival/His rival, it seems, had broken his dreams/By stealing the girl of his fancy./Her name was Magil, and she called herself Lil/But everyone knew her as Nancy.” The Beatles.
That was the soundtrack of this street show, one second after this shot.
Paris, quais de Seine, July 2012 (DSLR shot).
My birthplace is full of smells. Those of the sea, the fishes, the seaweeds which dry, the shells which rot, the fuel oil of fishing boats.
«Homme libre, toujours tu chériras la mer!
La mer est ton miroir; tu contemples ton âme
Dans le déroulement infini de sa lame,
Et ton esprit n’est pas un gouffre moins amer.»
(“Free man, always you’ll love the sea! The sea is your mirror; you contemplate your soul in the infinite progress of its wave, and your mind isn’t a less bitter abyss.”)