Leica

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Here is an excerpt and link to a Leica article in The New Yorker. Another amazing optical invention. Happy reading.

"...Cartier-Bresson could have picked up a Box Brownie and done more with a roll of film—summoning his usual miracles of poise and surprise—than the rest of us would manage with a lifetime of Leicas. Yet the man himself was quite clear on the matter:

"I have never abandoned the Leica, anything different that I have tried has always brought me back to it. I am not saying this is the case for others. But as far as I am concerned it is the camera. It literally constitutes the optical extension of my eye."

"Asked how he thought of the Leica, Cartier-Bresson said that it felt like “a big warm kiss, like a shot from a revolver, and like the psychoanalyst’s couch.” At this point, five thousand dollars begins to look like a bargain...

"When I spoke to his widow, Martine Franck—the president of the Henri Cartier-Bresson Foundation, in Paris, and herself a distinguished photographer—she said that her husband in action with his Leica “was like a dancer.” This feline unobtrusiveness led him all over the world and made him seem at home wherever he paused; one trip to Asia lasted three years, ending in 1950, and produced eight hundred and fifty rolls of film.

"His breakthrough collection, published two years later, was called “The Decisive Moment,” and he sought endless analogies for the sensation that was engendered by the press of a shutter. The most common of these was hunting: “The photographer must lie in wait, watching out for his prey, and have a presentiment of what is about to happen.”

"Here, if anywhere, is the Leica motto: watch and wait. If you were a predator, the moment—not just for Cartier-Bresson, but for all photographers—became that much more decisive in 1954. “Clairvoyance” means “clear sight,” and when Leica launched the M3 that year, the clarity was a coup de foudre; even now, when you look through a used M3, the world before you is brighter and crisper than seems feasible. You half expect to feel the crunch of autumn leaves beneath your feet.

"A Leica viewfinder resembles no other, because of the frame lines: thin white strips, parallel to each side of the frame, which show you the borders of the photograph that you are set to take—not merely the lie of the land within the shot, but also what is happening, or about to happen, just outside. This is a matter of millimetres, but to Leica fans it is sacred, because it allows them to plan and imagine a photograph as an act of storytelling—an instant grabbed at will from a continuum. If you want a slice of life, why not see the loaf?"

Peace.

Candid Camera

I Am A Camera

Greetings,

"I will tell you the secret," said the owner of a silver shop in Istanbul.

"Be honest. If you rip someone off, if you cheat them in the slightest, you will lose them and then you will lose others."

"Thank you," said the stranger. "You have taught me a valuable lesson."

Later in the day. Made images with a new workhorse, a Nikon D200 dream machine optical tool. It's been ten plus years since I enjoyed the pleasure of using Nikon in the pre-digital era. It's a great feeling to be using them again and this thing, while heavy and bulky, has the technological requirements I need. It gets the job done.

Visual experiments. "Shoot through things."

Breathe and squeeze.

Smile, laugh and sing.

Move slowly.

The excellent Museum of Archeology. A vast historical perspective at the crossroads of civilizations; Greek, Roman, Byzantine, Ottoman, Persian; sites, excavations, stories of conquest and development.

Cuneiform "writing" symbols from Sumerian culture.

Greek and Roman statues and sculptures. How the Greeks idealized the human form and the Romans focused on realism. Apollo, Aphrodite, Pan, Marcus Aurelius, Sappho the poet.

Marcel Marceau 1923-2007

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Mr. Marceau, who could be voluble in interviews, once said of his pantomime: “Mostly I think of human situations for my work, not local mannerisms. There is no French way of laughing and no American way of crying. My subjects try to reveal the fundamental essences of humanity.” 

“The Tribunal” cast him as the accused, judge, jury and executioner. In another sketch, one of his hands played evil, the other good, twisting and struggling until they combined in prayer. In other staple sketches, he conjured an invisible wind to struggle against and an invisible cage to hold him in as he fought to escape.

Peace.

 

Marcel Marceau

Literary voices

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The new template is Sunakku. Delightful design, colors and phenomenal.

Recently finished reading "Against The Day," by Thomas Pynchon, "The Bastard of Istanbul," by Elif Shafak, "The Sound of Fishsteps," by Buket Uzuner and "Don Q," by Jose Lopez Portillo. All excellent.

Now reading "The Poems of Nazim Hikmet," and "The Language Instinct," by Steven Pinker.

"After Getting Out of Prison."

You woke up.
Where are you?
At home.
You can't get used
to waking up
in your own house.
This is the kind of daze
thirteen years of prison leaves you in.
Who's sleeping next to you?
It's not loneliness - it's your wife.
She's sleeping peacefully, like an angel.
Pregnancy becomes the lady.
What time is it?
Eight.
You're safe until night.
Because it's the custom:
the police don't raid houses in broad daylight.

- Nazim Hikmet, 1950

Peace.