Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
These shots were taken within a few seconds of each other, during a run-of-the-mill Paris metro journey.
You'll notice that none of the subjects were aware that they were destined to become stars of the famous Paris Set Me Free blog, and will probably remain blissfully unaware that their orange bags, cuddly teds and, indeed, shapely backsides are now part of photo-folks' folklore.
People we will never know, living moments we will never be part of, except that now they have become part of our moments, albeit unwittingly. Such is the wonder and the wistfulness of the wandering weblogger...
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Saturday, May 17, 2008
The purists would say that the authenticity and 'art' of photography has been irrevocably damaged by the advent of digital technology. The pixel bods don't understand what they're on about.
And those, like myself, who have crossed over from the old methods by happily incorporating the new enjoy the best of both worlds: enhancing the essential techniques for taking a great shot before snapping with some of the marvellous new possibilities available after the event.
If you work hard to make sure the original picture has merit, then the bewildering gamut of special effects or just ways of correcting unfortunate restrictions or mistakes such as poor lighting conditions or camera shake are all perfectly acceptable tools in the modern creative photographer's box of tricks.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
... and the time taken to transfer the photos, and the anguish of deciding which one of ten variations on a theme is the best, and the ridiculous amount of disc space taken up by never-looked-at but never-erased photos, and the interminable slide shows friends have to sit through because you couldn't bring yourself to 'prune'.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
"Need I Say More?"
The morning chug into the city is as much part of the average Parisian's daily bread as it is for workers in any big metropolis.
The drawn faces, the nodding sleepwalkers, the nervous phone tappers, the 'personal' music squeakers, the shameless make-up appliers inviting the whole train into their bathrooms... this is what the French call 'métro-boulot-dodo' (tube-work-sleep). The daily grind. The rat-race. Have a look around - you'll probably find some in a train near you.