Lucas Dewaele, dagboek

Over fotografie en leven.

Tag: falsification

Real diary (587)

Exhibition, the final hours.

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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

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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)

Flemish towns to avoid (165)

(blue skies in Flanders)

Flemish towns to avoid (164)

(30 minutes of walking)

Flemish towns to avoid (163)

(Lately I’ve been asking myself why things are so easily revealed in springtime)

Having a diptych delivered.

‘Gli Ingabbiati’

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)

A photographer surviving the flu.

(I left the camera alone for a while)

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Flanders Christmas Market Industry, part 2.

					

Real diary (440)

Flanders Christmas Market Industry.

Brugge at night.

(Not a postcard)