Luc Dewaele, dagboek

Over fotografie en leven.

Real diary (518)

Trying to show how to look.

Real diary (517)

Last night.


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Tonight’s perspective.

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Being a guest in a hostile* academy.

(* friendly fire, don’t worry)


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A surviver’s perspective.

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At a theatre.

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A tuesday’s perspective. Trying to teach them how to be astonished daily…

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A monday’s perspective.

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A saturday’s perspective.

An adjourning life goes on (6)

Teaching. Docendo discimus, Seneca said.

An adjourning life goes on (5)

My personal surveymonkey at work. I cannot stop him.

An adjourning life goes on (4)

I wish I only saw the beauty of it all.

An adjourning life goes on (3)

The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people’s reality, and eventually in one’s own.  Susan Sontag

An adjourning life goes on (2)

After my mother’s funeral.

An adjourning life goes on (1)

It is intolerable to have one’s sufferings twinned with anybody else’s.

Susan Sontag

(Till sunday, in a library)

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Life stops and goes on, simultaneously

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My first sunday as an official, elderly orphan.

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It is not altogether wrong to say that there is no such thing as a bad photograph — only less interesting, less relevant, less mysterious ones.

 Susan Sontag

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The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people`s reality, and eventually in one`s own. Susan Sontag

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‘Like the collector, the photographer is animated by a passion that, even when it appears to be for the present, is linked to a sense of the past.’ Susan Sontag.

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‘Narratives can make us understand. Photographs do something else: they haunt us.’

Susan Sontag.

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‘Photographs objectify: they turn an event or a person into something that can be possessed.’

Susan Sontag.

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A summary of three days.

‘All memory is individual, unreproducible’, Susan Sontag.

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“There is the satisfaction of being able to look at the image without flinching. There is the pleasure of flinching.”

Susan Sontag