<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489144668573112429</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:30:37.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The holy moment</title><subtitle type='html'>"I'm not responsible for my photographs. Photography is not documentary, but intuition, a poetic experience. It's drowning yourself, dissolving yourself, and then sniff, sniff, sniff – being sensitive to coincidence. You can't go looking for it; you can't want it, or you want get it. First you must lose your self. Then it happens."
-Henri Cartier-Bresson</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://click-the-shutter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489144668573112429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://click-the-shutter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carpe diem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109593703435156749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8489144668573112429.post-5723304019522025023</id><published>2007-07-16T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:06:03.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click the shutter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqsZ-OYB2SI/Rpu0VXY924I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-eWoDmXzZdc/s1600-h/saigon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087858483194092418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqsZ-OYB2SI/Rpu0VXY924I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-eWoDmXzZdc/s320/saigon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Todos esos jóvenes fotógrafos que se asignan por el mundo consagrándose a la captura de la actualidad no saben que son agentes de la Muerte: con la excusa denegadora de lo locamente vivo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Es necesario que en una sociedad la Muerte esté en alguna parte; si ya no está en lo religioso, deberá estar en otra parte: quizás en esa imagen que produce la Muerte al querer conservar la vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vida/Muerte es un paradigma que se reduce a un simple clic del disparador, el que separa la pose inicial del papel final."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Roland Barthes - La cámara lucida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Libros técnicos y libros de historia, y entre centenares de ellos, esta maravillosa obra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A pesar de no ser fotógrafo, Barthes capta de la forma mas pura y poética el sentido de la fotografía, relacionandola con la muerte y con lo trascendental del objeto fotografiado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Con un simple click del disparador, podemos detener el tiempo significativamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y esas personas que posan indiferentes, o con una gran sonrisa en sus caras se vuelven inmortales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Creo que parte de mi fascinacion por esta fotografia reside en eso mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;En ese instante previo de conciencia, en esas ultimas plegarias, esos vestigios de sueños y deseos, que segundos mas tarde se esfuman con el olor de la pólvora cruda y muerta,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ese ultimo respiro, esa ultima mirada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;suspendida eternamente, por siglos y siglos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;El tiempo se detiene en ese ultimo instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y nosotros, los espectadores, somos testigos de ese ultimo segundo eterno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Participes de la obstinacion de aquel por permanecer alli, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;para siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fotografia: Ejecución en la calle de un prisionero del Vietcong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fotografo: Eddie Adams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Photo Quote: “El coronel asesinó al preso; yo asesiné al coronel con mi cámara”.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Photo soundtrack: Hope there's someone - Antony and the Johnsons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8489144668573112429-5723304019522025023?l=click-the-shutter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://click-the-shutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5723304019522025023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8489144668573112429&amp;postID=5723304019522025023' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489144668573112429/posts/default/5723304019522025023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8489144668573112429/posts/default/5723304019522025023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://click-the-shutter.blogspot.com/2007/07/click-shutter.html' title='Click the shutter'/><author><name>Carpe diem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109593703435156749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqsZ-OYB2SI/Rpu0VXY924I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-eWoDmXzZdc/s72-c/saigon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
