Looking around The Five Senses posts tagged as photography, I came across this travel video made by Mike Matas. He went on holidays with ther girlfriend to Spain and Morocco and took around 4.000 pictures and then made a 2 minute video with all of them.
I think it’s a terrific idea! I usually take thousands of pics everytime I go on holiday…
That’s what makes Winehouse’s loss so acute from a musical standpoint, and it’s what the legions of trend-grabbers and American Idol hopefuls essaying her songs never quite get. She could do a straight, tearful ballad like “Love is a Losing Game”, something you could imagine any number of singers adequately covering. But in Winehouse’s best songs, there’s always something odd, pained, and ineluctably personal in lyric and voice alike. Record execs will likely be grateful that Winehouse’s brief success opened up a lucrative market for “real” music. Listeners can lament the fact that we lost someone who understood that “realness” is a sham without the candor and distinctiveness to back up the chops.
This ancient English tradition takes place since medieval times. It’s an annual ceremonial activity in which the swans of the River Thames are censored. Yes, there’s a ceremony for that. They are rounded up, caught, marked and then released.
Traditionally, the Monarch of the United Kingdom retains the right to ownership of all unmarked mute swans in open water, but only exercises ownership on certain stretches of the River Thames and its surrounding tributaries. This dates from the 12th century, during which time swans were a common food source for royalty. Swan upping is a means of establishing a swan census, and today also serves to check the health of swans. Under a Royal Charter of the 15th century, the Vintners’ Company and the Dyers’ Company, two Livery Companies of the City of London, are entitled to share in the Sovereign’s ownership. They conduct the census through a process of ringing the swan’s feet, but the swans are no longer eaten. (source: Wikipedia)
So after I saw Spitalfields Life’s pictures of the ceremony I had to post them.
“She strung the afternoon on the necklace of memorable days, which was not too long for her to be able to recall this one or that one; this view, that city; to finger it, to feel it, to savour, sighing, the quality that made it unique. It was something that lasted; something that mattered for ever.”—Virginia Woolf, Moments Of Being. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
“cherish your solitude. take trains by yourself to places you have never been. sleep out alone under the stars. learn how to drive a stick shift. go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. say no when you don’t want to do something. say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. decide whether you want to be liked or admired. decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. believe in kissing.”—even ensler
Last Saturday I saw Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris (you have to watch it!) and I fell in love with Hemingway’s role in it. Although it wasn’t the real one, of course, I started looking for old pics of him and I have to admit… I have a little crush on him……. ♥
Ernest Hemingway fishing, Key West, 1928. Ernest Hemingway Photograph Collection, John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum, Boston.
Charlie Crane is a London-born photographer whose extensive portfolio includes many advertising campaigns as well as editorials for recognised magazines. He has been exhibited all over the world, including the National Portrait Gallery, and received a Kodak Gold Award for his remarkable work as a portrait photographer. Welcome to Pyongyang is an impressive collection of pictures he took in the capital city of North Korea, a place he described as a ‘Stalinist Disneyland’, where he related the life and portrayed the landscapes of one of the most secretive nations on Earth.