My name has the perfect number of characters.
Two people can make one.
Museum of Modern Art, New York
Getting ready for some portfolio meetings tomorrow and Thursday. This one is going in. Jocelyn, waitress at El Bulli, Spain, 2011. Shot for Men’s Health.
Somehow this portrait captures the essence of a waitress. Can’t you see the restaurant in her expression?
I think what I will most remember from the Grand Mosque was that it nailed, what you might call “metaphorical architecture”. Outside and in the main square everything is blinding white, the kind of white that screams to your parasympathetic axons to constrict the pupil to the smallest of pinpoints. Heat slowly surrounds you and while it is stunningly beautiful discomfit starts to creep in. That all changes the moment you take off your shoes and enter the Mosque. Cool tile starts lowering your body temperature from the ground up and mydriasis puts the black back into your eyes. Voices bounce of curved walls and plush carpet and there is a pappible feeling of peace.
So I could not help but congratulate them on a job well done, the world is a blinding, and sometimes uncomfortable place and we all need a place (physical or otherwise) to feel the cool on our feet and stillness in our hearts.
One of 17 volunteers who fell during an attack in the Spanish Civil War. He was shot in the head, 1936.
This captures a punctum.