Category: Photography (page 3 of 5)

Nuart Aberdeen

One of the great artists sharing their creativity in the Aberdeen urban space at this year’s Nuart Festival / Aberdeen – Julien De Casabianca (FR) :

“Julien de Casabianca is a visual artist, filmmaker and founder of the Outings Project – a global participatory art project that embellishes the streets with portraits taken from classical paintings.

What began as a prank upon seeing Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres’s portrait of Mademoiselle Caroline Rivière at the Louvre (“I wanted to help her get out, like Prince Charming trying to rescue the girl in the museum castle” says de Casabianca) has evolved into a full-time mission to merge the perceptions of canonical and street art, while punctuating neglected spaces with images of beauty.

Each individual appears as if liberated from their museum setting, thus highlighting the strategies employed by street artists in the democratization of art and questioning of the received authority of traditional institutions.”

 Nuart Aberdeen

 

 


Pentax K-1+ Voigtländer Color-Skopar 20mm f/3.5 SL II Aspherical SL II

135mm

Aʙᴇʀᴅᴇᴇɴ Cɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ Aʙᴇʀᴅᴇᴇɴsʜɪʀᴇ Aʀᴄʜɪᴠᴇs
Pᴇɴᴛᴀx K-1

Tᴀᴍʀᴏɴ Aᴅᴀᴘᴛᴀʟʟ ₂ 135ᴍᴍF/₂.₅ Mᴏᴅᴇʟ 03B

RGU

Robert Gordon University/The Sir Ian Wood Building:
The School of Engineering and DART®
The School of Computing Science and Digital Media,
The School of Pharmacy Life Sciences and
The Scott Sutherland School of Architecture and Built Environment

 



Pentax K-1+ Voigtländer Color-Skopar 20mm f/3.5 SL II Aspherical SL II

Very late light

You know how we’ve grown
Love without your every time.

Well everyone needs a right time
When I see the pictures of every life and the day they die,
It’s your image burnt into my mind
And again I’d find
That it’s worth the..
Why my love has that is right our time.

Our love comes back in the middle of the night…

James Blake/ (Late Night Tales: Ólafur Arnalds) – Our Love Comes Back

 

The Street

Here is a long and silent street.
I walk in blackness and I stumble and fall
and rise, and I walk blind, my feet
trampling the silent stones and the dry leaves.
Someone behind me also tramples, stones, leaves:
if I slow down, he slows;
if I run, he runs I turn : nobody.
Everything dark and doorless,
only my steps aware of me,
I turning and turning among these corners
which lead forever to the street
where nobody waits for, nobody follows me,
where I pursue a man who stumbles
and rises and says when he sees me : nobody.

— Octavio Paz

 


Pentax K-1,
Voigtlander 40mm f/2 Ultron SL II,
Voigtlander Color-Skopar 20mm f/3.5 SL II Aspherical

Burns

The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

Robert Burns, 1789

ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᶜᵒᵘᶰᵗʳʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᶤʳˢᵗ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ

Late night tales

You know how we’ve grown
Love without your every time.

Well everyone needs a right time
When I see the pictures of every life and the day they die,
It’s your image burnt into my mind
And again I’d find
That it’s worth the..
Why my love has that is right our time.

Our love comes back in the middle of the night
Our love comes back in the middle of the night
Our love comes back in the middle of the night

ᴶᵃᵐᵉˢ ᴮˡᵃᵏᵉ ⁽ᴸᵃᵗᵉ ᴺᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵀᵃˡᵉˢ˒ᴼ́ˡᵃᶠᵘʳ ᴬʳᶰᵃˡᵈˢ⁾ – ᴼᵘʳ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᴮᵃᶜᵏ

 

The City in the Sea

In a strange city lying alone

Far down within the dim West,

Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best

Have gone to their eternal rest.

There shrines and palaces and towers

(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)

Resemble nothing that is ours.

Around, by lifting winds forgot,

Resignedly beneath the sky

The melancholy waters lie.

Tʜᴇ Cɪᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Sᴇᴀ/Eᴅɢᴀʀ Aʟʟᴀɴ Pᴏᴇ

Goodbye Sunday

ᴊᴇsɪᴇń ᴋʀᴏᴄᴢąᴄᴀ ᴊᴀᴋ ᴄʜʏᴛʀʏ ᴡɪᴇʟᴍᴏżᴀ
ᴏɢᴀʀɴɪᴀᴊąᴄᴀ ᴅᴏᴍ ᴍᴏ́ᴊ ᴍɢʟɪsᴛʏᴍ ᴘłᴀsᴢᴄᴢᴇᴍ
ɪ śᴘɪᴇᴡᴀᴊąᴄᴀ ʟɪśᴄɪᴏᴍ ᴋᴏłʏsᴀɴᴋę

Jᴀʀᴏsłᴀᴡ Iᴡᴀsᴢᴋɪᴇᴡɪᴄᴢ