Dutch selfies

“Self-portraits and mirrors go hand in hand. The artist fashioned his or her likeness by looking into a mirror and recording the probing gaze that stared back. This gives the impression that they are observing us as viewers and not themselves. Now, so many centuries later, we still feel as if we are coming face to face with the artist. Today, the comparison between a seventeenth-century self-portrait and the modern-day selfie seems inevitable. And yet there is a fundamental difference: a selfie is a quick and spontaneous record, while a self-portrait took considerable time and effort. This exhibition highlights the choises that Dutch artists of the Golden Age made about facial expression, clothing, hairstyle, gestures, attributes and background. Artists took particular trouble over self-portraits; they are often well-executed portraits that tell us how the painter wanted to present him or herself to the world.” (Dutch Self-Portraits. Selfies of the Golden Age Exhibition, Mauritshuis Museum, Den Haag, Netherlands)    Further reading: Selfie tips on how to make an Old Master Selfie Self-portrait with hat and boots | Amsterdam, Netherlands Self-portrait with Escher and Christmas ball ornament | Den Haag, Netherlands Self-portrait with shop showcase and Christmas ball ornaments | Amsterdam, Netherlands   Self-portrait with Dutch self-portraits | Den Haag, Netherlands An ordinary contemporary self-portrait, but in a Dutch train | Amsterdam –> Den Haag,...

Paris en noir et blanc

Primii mei bani din fotografie i-am castigat la Paris, intr-o zi innorata, in urma cu trei ani. Ma plimbam fara tinta pe strazile din Montmartre, cu cei +3 ochi ai mei: doi curiosi, unul liric (35 mm) si unul iscusit in perspectiva larga (10-24 mm). Cred ca iubeam tot ce vedeam, din cate imi amintesc, cu exceptia “turistilor colonizati”, cuminti si discreti in plictiseala lor. Inaintau hipnotizati spre scarile de la Sacre Coeur, fara sa fie constienti ca printre ei se misca un arcus de vioara. De la distanta, secventa asta semana cu un ghem de lana care, la cateva secunde, era strapuns de un varf de andrea. Cineva croseta un guler de viata acolo. Evident ca m-am apropiat si eu cu viteza. Cand am inteles ce se petrece, m-a pufnit instantaneu rasul si am pus imediat aparatul la ochi. Tzac, o imagine. Tzac-tzac, inca una. Un violonist cu simtul umorului, pentru ca nu il observa aproape nimeni, isi intrerupea pentru o fractiune de secunda interpretarea si intepa trecatorii cu arcusul de vioara. A vazut ca il fotografiez si devenise si mai energic in ghidusia lui. Imediat ce am lasat aparatul de la ochi, mi-a facut semn sa ma apropii. “Nu, nu, eu ma gadil”, am zis, fara sa realizez, in romana. Violonistul insista, iar fata ii devenise mai grava. Deja ma panicasem. Credeam ca vrea sa sterg pozele. Poate nu era incantat ca l-am fotografiat. M-am apropiat, in final, si urmaream cu vigilenta varful arcusului. Cand am ajuns in dreptul lui, si-a indreptat arcusul in jos, spre cutiuta cu banii lasati de trecatori. Pana sa reusesc sa scot...