Luc Dewaele, dagboek

Over fotografie en leven.

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Ave atque vale.

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Nihil lacrima citius arescit.

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Brugge, I guess.

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Selection of collective anaesthesia, part 2.

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Selection of collective anaesthesia.

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Exhibition, the final hours.

Guided reinvention of an archive (9)

(20110705 – Flores, the most beautiful people on earth)

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Itinerary of a lonesome, happy Fuji-owner.

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Bailleul, this afternoon.

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Knokke, where the people look more precious than elsewhere. Colorful and lonely.

Ecco delle splendide foto in cui le persone occupano lo spazio e lo spazio occupa la persona.

Marcello Comitini

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Photography deals exquisitely with appearances, but nothing is what it appears to be.

Duane Michals

Guided reinvention of an archive (8)

(20070911)

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The virtue of the camera is not the power it has to transform the photographer into an artist, but the impulse it gives him to keep on looking.

Brooks Atkinson1951

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“I walk, I look, I see, I stop, I photograph.”
Leon Levinstein

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D-day, again.

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In Flander’s garden, some poppies grow.

(I left my camera alone for a while)

(and my scanner too…)

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My library is an archive of longings.

Susan Sontag

(Exhibition in Roeselare, till friday)

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‘I’m only interested in what I can admire’

Susan Sontag

(P.s. me too. I admire architects and politicians who make us believe in the creation, the makeability of a community)

Guided reinvention of an archive (7)

(20110704, Bimesa mission)

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I started rereading Sontag’s ‘on photography’ and I immediately felt the need to go out and shoot one single image.

‘Between photographer and subject, there has to be distance. The camera doesn’t rape, or even possess, though it may presume, intrude, trespass, distort, exploit, and, at the farthest reach of metaphor, assassinate — all activities that, unlike the sexual push and shove, can be conducted from a distance, and with some detachment.’

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Tomorrow, 7 pm, De Hallen, Roeselare. You’re invited.

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Tomorrow, 7 pm, De Hallen, Roeselare. You’re invited.

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(I walked 42 meter)

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Students at work.

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Nighthawk, alone at home.