Luc Dewaele, dagboek

Over fotografie en leven.

Category: Brugge

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P.s. Life is simple. Wait for light.

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Life is simple. From headscape to lightscape.

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Life is simple. One is mad about the light.

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Life is simple. One makes plans – for Nigel or for someone else.

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Life is simple. One shows his/her concept of beauty.

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Attractive mediaeval Bruges. I was thinking of Gilbert Fastenaekens.

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Inside Bruges.

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Route.

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At home.

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Inside Bruges.

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I was seduced by CCC, Constellation of Clouds & Cases.

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Cycling.

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Between Ghent and Bruges.

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Cycling.

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Shields of self-interest.

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To photograph people is to violate them, by seeing them as they never see themselves, by having knowledge of them that they can never have; it turns people into objects that can be symbolically possessed. Just as a camera is a sublimation of the gun, to photograph someone is a subliminal murder – a soft murder, appropriate to a sad, frightened time.

Susan Sontag

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Not just people.

(P.s. I skipped the former number. My friends know why.)

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Artists.

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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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Spending some hours in Bruges – feeling like a tourist far from home.

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A garden with a view.

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La mia seconda professoressa d’italiano √® una modella.

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A garden with a view.