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Yo Motherfucker!
posted on July 31st, 2008 by Sino in Photography
Yo Motherf*cker!
Originally uploaded by Sino Banes
I’m not a big street shooter. I do love street photography, the idea of capturing the soul of a city — the human life and the surroundings, all blended magically into an image. Thing is — I’m not there yet. I haven’t even started the trip. Street photography is hard. I mean, if all the stuff that I do is titties showoff, street has to be full hardcore double-penetration porn. The light, the focus, the exposure, the framing — all have to be perfect, for a street shot to speak clearly to my eyes. And when we’re done with the techie stuff, there’s emotion. What the fuck would any shot depicting human beings be without a strong emotion coming from it?
So, I practice. I’ve got this Canonet QL17 GIII, a classic camera for street and snapshots that I love more than all of my super auto program focus crazy “click and I’ll do the rest for you” cameras and lenses. It sees a lot of use, but I’m not sure if most of what I do with it is worth it or not. As an example, I loved seeing Shallow’s negative come out of the tank, and had a hell of a time printing it — I even printed it as a 30×40, a size I almost never use (too damn big). The whole thing had to do with people in the city but, more importantly, plants in the city.
Anyways. I’m just moaning. Again.
This cutie and her friends fell right on our table, when me and my girl were on a trip to Thessaloniki. We stopped at Monastiraki, Athens for an hour or two and headed straight over to Mpairaktaris for souvlaki. There’s thousands of immigrants there, mostly black people, roaming the streets and selling all sorts of stuff. Monastiraki is a great big bazaar actually; everyone’s selling something. From coconuts to genitals, if you look close enough in just the right corner, you’ll definitely find what you’re after.
So we’re just sitting there, biting our beloved souvlaki and having our beer, and she’s walking down the street with the fellas behind her. No music yet. And I look at the Eminem t-shirt and smile. And she heads to our table, starts dancing, an all-obscene mix of hip hop and kalamatianos, and the guys behind her take off their “organs” and death-folk-metal poses. Man did I fall in love with the lady!
Yo Motherf*cker!
Originally uploaded by Sino Banes
I’m not a big street shooter. I do love street photography, the idea of capturing the soul of a city — the human life and the surroundings, all blended magically into an image. Thing is — I’m not there yet. I haven’t even started the trip. Street photography is hard. I mean, if all the stuff that I do is titties showoff, street has to be full hardcore double-penetration porn. The light, the focus, the exposure, the framing — all have to be perfect, for a street shot to speak clearly to my eyes. And when we’re done with the techie stuff, there’s emotion. What the fuck would any shot depicting human beings be without a strong emotion coming from it?
So, I practice. I’ve got this Canonet QL17 GIII, a classic camera for street and snapshots that I love more than all of my super auto program focus crazy “click and I’ll do the rest for you” cameras and lenses. It sees a lot of use, but I’m not sure if most of what I do with it is worth it or not. As an example, I loved seeing Shallow’s negative come out of the tank, and had a hell of a time printing it — I even printed it as a 30×40, a size I almost never use (too damn big). The whole thing had to do with people in the city but, more importantly, plants in the city.
Anyways. I’m just moaning. Again.
This cutie and her friends fell right on our table, when me and my girl were on a trip to Thessaloniki. We stopped at Monastiraki, Athens for an hour or two and headed straight over to Mpairaktaris for souvlaki. There’s thousands of immigrants there, mostly black people, roaming the streets and selling all sorts of stuff. Monastiraki is a great big bazaar actually; everyone’s selling something. From coconuts to genitals, if you look close enough in just the right corner, you’ll definitely find what you’re after.
So we’re just sitting there, biting our beloved souvlaki and having our beer, and she’s walking down the street with the fellas behind her. No music yet. And I look at the Eminem t-shirt and smile. And she heads to our table, starts dancing, an all-obscene mix of hip hop and kalamatianos, and the guys behind her take off their “organs” and death-folk-metal poses. Man did I fall in love with the lady!
