Monthly Archive for November, 2007

12060

“12060 pictures that flip and flicker. 12060 pictures taken exactly over 1 year period while I lived in the UK. Moby’s music charms and creates a dialog with the visuals.

“12060 fotos que parpadean y aparecen. 12060 fotos tomadas en el periodo exacto de 1 año mientras vivía en el RU. La música de moby encanta y crea un diálogo con el medio visual.”

12060 is an experimental film that took one year to complete. All the 12060 pictures stored in the ipod now flicker on other continent, and now everywhere in the world. Due the huge amount of pictures and the wheel constantly changing them, we just stop to see randomly one that trigger a memoire or a spark, and that effect is perceived different each time we see it. The pictures are chronologically displayed, a bit of a documentary sense. The music help to establish a mood for the dialog between images. Thanks to mobygratis for releasing nice and high quality music for experimental films and independent video productions.

UPDATE
-> The official youtube mobygratis channel
add 12060 as a favorite on their channel. Cheers!!!

Database

I fixed my old wordpress blog database, that means raw material and often a weird diary in a blog-style since september 2006 ’till today. And in the meanwhile I fixed the actual blog… finally.

Recupere la base de datos de mi viejo blog en wordpress, eso quiere decir material crudo y muy seguido un diario de estilo blog raro, desde septiembre de 2006 a hoy. Y entretanto arregle el blog actual… finally.

ouch!!!

A cemetery here and there

cuenca cem 1

Just 2 weeks ago, in the day of the dead (All Souls´ Day) we went to the cemetery to take pictures and help a friend to do an essay about anthropology. A cemetery is always a scary place specially at night time, is well quiet, is a place for respect and introspection some times overacted. For me the most scary part is the solemnity (or extra solemnity for nothing).

 

Nevertheless, it just pop the image in my mind about the graveyard abroad. Where in a totally different contexts we went there in some sort of picnic mode, to chill out, have a drink, have a drag, listen music…

While here lots of people at that day go to the cemetery to talk to their families, leave some toys for a kid over the tombstone, drop some alcohol over the grave and get a little drunk, and eat some with your relatives. The contrast, the distance, and the analogies of the rite related to interaction with people in certain places under certain contexts still blows my mind.

And I just remembered my adventures in photography with AM there, and fooling police guards.

/// Hace dos semanas en el día de los muertos, fuimos al cementerio a tomar fotos y de paso ayudar a una amiga que estaba haciendo un ensayo de antropología. El cementerio es un lugar que da miedo, especialmente en la noche, es muy silencioso, es un lugar para la introspección algunas veces exagerada. Para mi lo que me da mas miedo es la exagerada solemnidad. Sin embargo, vino a mi mente la imagen del cementerio en otro continente. Donde in contextos totalmente diferentes fuimos allá en modo picnic, a relajarse, tomar un trago, fumar un tabaco, escuchar musica… Cuando aqui mucha gente va al cementerio llevando a su familia, a dejar algún juguete para un niño sobre la lápida, dejár caer alcohol en la tumba y chupar un poco. El contraste, la distancia, y las analogías del rito relacionadas con la interacción de personas en determinados lugares todavía me vuela el mate. Y me hacia acuerdo de mis aventuras fotográficas con AM allí, y de como atontábamos a los guardias.