<?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-7505013871316720638</id><updated>2012-01-18T06:05:35.958Z</updated><category term='Points of View'/><category term='Jawal Rhalib'/><category term='Lens Culture'/><category term='Dinu Li'/><category term='Campos de Níjar'/><category term='Ingar Krauss'/><category term='photo studio'/><category term='France'/><category term='interiors'/><category term='greenhouse'/><category term='Senegal'/><category term='Carlos Jiménez Cahua'/><category term='Juan Goytisolo'/><category term='Perú'/><category term='vernacular'/><category term='Cabary Islands'/><category term='Judith Quax'/><category term='Luis Belmonte'/><category term='Lima'/><category term='migrations'/><category term='LCC'/><category term='History'/><category term='Sebastián Conejo'/><category term='War Photography'/><category term='John Thomson'/><category term='Colombia'/><category term='Almeria'/><category term='El Alto'/><category term='Alberto Henschel'/><category term='agriculture'/><category term='La Paz'/><category term='Bolivia'/><category term='The Photographers&apos; Gallery'/><category term='Santa Cruz de la Sierra'/><category term='Erwin Wagenhofer'/><category term='oil painted portraiture'/><category term='Archive'/><category term='ID'/><category term='portraiture'/><category term='UK'/><category term='Calais'/><category term='Edward Sheriff Curtis'/><category term='la Chanca'/><category term='Juan Valbuena'/><category term='Spain'/><category term='Thomas Annan'/><category term='Teresa Eng'/><category term='Nikolaus Geyrhalter'/><category term='film'/><category term='found'/><category term='landscape'/><title type='text'>Reinaldo Loureiro</title><subtitle type='html'>Documentary Photography</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505013871316720638.post-8439392028782118816</id><published>2011-04-12T22:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T20:31:22.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignacio Navas: La Linde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking how this whole photographic theme of the Spanish urban  peripheries has become so clichéd in the sense that the works produced  these days are quite similar formally and conceptually to those created  back in the mid nineties. There is definitely something missing in these  modern explorations of the margins of the Spanish city but  in my opinion &lt;a href="http://ignacionavas.com/index.php?/lalinde/"&gt;Ignacio Navas' ongoing La Linde&lt;/a&gt; is an attempt to fill in some of those gaps. His black and white series conveys a rare sense of anxiety and emptiness while exploring the edges and outer limits of these urban territories of Spain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505013871316720638-8439392028782118816?l=reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ignacionavas.com/' title='Ignacio Navas: La Linde'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8439392028782118816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2011/04/ignacio-navas-la-linde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/8439392028782118816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/8439392028782118816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2011/04/ignacio-navas-la-linde.html' title='Ignacio Navas: La Linde'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505013871316720638.post-7276503385281741108</id><published>2011-03-04T19:05:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-04-12T23:07:51.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uli Westphal: Mutato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It is via Nicola Twilley's &lt;a href="http://www.ediblegeography.com/"&gt;Edible Geography&lt;/a&gt; blog that I have recently become aware of &lt;a href="http://uliwestphal.de/mutatocollection/index.html"&gt;Uli Westphal's Mutato&lt;/a&gt; project. Since 2006 Uli has been collecting, classifying and photographing a large array of mutated produce found in the farmers' markets of Berlin - and now in his own small farm. He states:&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;"The  complete absence of botanical anomalies in our supermarkets has caused  us to regard the consistency of produce presented there as natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;  Produce has become a highly designed, monotonous product. We have  forgotten, and in many cases never experienced, the way fruits, roots,  and vegetables can actually look (and taste).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Mutato-Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; serves to document, preserve and promote these last remainders of agricultural diversity.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;I personally find this work fascinating because it provides a  countervailing view to the aesthetic notions we impose over  the appearance of vegetables in our contemporary society. Eating perfectly shaped tomatoes, peppers or  cucumbers in November or February is nothing but a lifestyle choice that  has serious ecological and humanitarian consequences. In this sense Westphal points out that since the Green Revolution a&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; vast majority of plant varieties that humans have bred over the past 10,000 years has simply vanished: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The  detachment of the people from the land, from the processes of food  production has allowed this extinction to happen behind the scenes,  without any public awareness. The ever increasing amount of processed  foods and food imports also contributed to the illusion that the  diversity of our food supply was increasing not declining.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/blockquote&gt;It is also very relevant to note that Uli Westphal's Mutato project has not concluded with the creation of a photographic archive of vegetable mutation. He has also started a small farm in order to experience first hand the implications of growing his own vegetables, to create further awareness and, of course, adding new Mutato samples to his existing collection. Both his &lt;a href="http://mutatofarming.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://uliwestphal.de/mutatocollection/index.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; condense a wealth of information, experiences and insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505013871316720638-7276503385281741108?l=reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://uliwestphal.de/mutatocollection/index.html' title='Uli Westphal: Mutato'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7276503385281741108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2011/03/uli-westphal-mutato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/7276503385281741108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/7276503385281741108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2011/03/uli-westphal-mutato.html' title='Uli Westphal: Mutato'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505013871316720638.post-7323895079247467034</id><published>2011-02-06T01:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:57:45.529Z</updated><title type='text'>Hari Kunzru: Address to European Writers Parliament</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Thanks to Stanley, editor of &lt;a href="http://www.thegreatleapsideways.com/"&gt;The Great Leap Sideways&lt;/a&gt;, that I became aware of  the points made by the novelist Hari Kunzru in &lt;a href="http://www.harikunzru.com/archive/address-european-writers-parliament-25th-november-2010"&gt;his address&lt;/a&gt; to the European Writers Parliament last November. Here is an extract that struck me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The third area of concern for us as writers is the use of language to produce identity. In the European context this is particularly crucial, as the economic crisis is immiserating large numbers of people, who are &amp;nbsp;- as always in European history - turning towards xenophobia and atavistic nationalism in the hope of identifying an enemy more tangible than global capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that multiculturalism, once a useful and progressive kind of politics, is no longer functioning as well as it did. The limits of identity politics are becoming clear. Instead of a playful, creative blending of the best of host and migrant cultures, the terms of multiculturalism are increasingly used by cultural conservatives of all stripes to police cultural boundaries. A liberal politics of absolute inclusivity, while presenting itself as pragmatic, has the disadvantage of obscuring genuine differences and antagonisms. Identity politics, which privileges categories like race and religion, is wilfully silent about class. Culture is, self-evidently, at the heart of this, and so we as writers have a central role to play. It sickens me to watch European bigots puffing up their chests about the values of the Enlightenment, as a badge of their superiority against poor and marginalised immigrant populations. Again, I say that opposition to this Enlightenment fundamentalism, isn’t moral relativism, but an ethical imperative. At this point, respecting difference is important, but so is asserting our common life across borders of race, class and religion. The fake pageantry of respect is no substitute for a genuine internationalism.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I can't agree more with this effort to reorient the debate and question the claims that multiculturalism has failed altogether. &lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505013871316720638-7323895079247467034?l=reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.harikunzru.com/archive/address-european-writers-parliament-25th-november-2010' title='Hari Kunzru: Address to European Writers Parliament'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7323895079247467034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2011/02/hari-kunzru-address-to-european-writers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/7323895079247467034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/7323895079247467034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2011/02/hari-kunzru-address-to-european-writers.html' title='Hari Kunzru: Address to European Writers Parliament'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505013871316720638.post-8483193481419320543</id><published>2011-01-30T22:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T14:02:35.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Photographic Typologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/servlet/CollectionDisplays?venueid=2&amp;amp;showid=2800"&gt;Level 5 of the Collection Displays at the Tate Modern&lt;/a&gt;: Five rooms devoted to the photographic typologies of Thomas Ruff, Rineke Dijkstra, Paul Graham, Bernd and Hilla Becher, Thomas Struth, and Hiroshi Sugimoto, among others. Curated by Rachel Taylor, she is involved in acquisitions of works by  contemporary international artists for Tate’s permanent Collection. Needless to say August Sander,  whose work can be seen in the central gallery, features prominently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/TUXg8WbcAFI/AAAAAAAABUo/Dt6RJm6c5lk/s1600/August+Sander+-+The+Painter+Heinrich+H%25C3%25B6rle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/TUXg8WbcAFI/AAAAAAAABUo/Dt6RJm6c5lk/s400/August+Sander+-+The+Painter+Heinrich+H%25C3%25B6rle.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;August Sander - The Painter Heinrich Hörle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great opportunity to investigate the relationship between deadpan aesthetics and documentary photography. And see good quality prints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505013871316720638-8483193481419320543?l=reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tate.org.uk/servlet/CollectionDisplays?venueid=2&amp;showid=2800' title='Photographic Typologies'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8483193481419320543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2011/01/photographic-typologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/8483193481419320543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/8483193481419320543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2011/01/photographic-typologies.html' title='Photographic Typologies'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/TUXg8WbcAFI/AAAAAAAABUo/Dt6RJm6c5lk/s72-c/August+Sander+-+The+Painter+Heinrich+H%25C3%25B6rle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505013871316720638.post-190352771013119990</id><published>2011-01-25T19:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:50:18.420Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Archive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migrations'/><title type='text'>These Americans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="3704388884 385333c56d o DOCUMERICA (1971 1977): Marc St. Gil   Workers near Leakey, Texas (1973)" border="0" height="270" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400302877402356866" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qRGXCdNeMec/SvG62t8WXII/AAAAAAAAAuY/W5Oobuz0LNo/s400/3704388884_385333c56d_o.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" title="DOCUMERICA (1971 1977): Marc St. Gil   Workers near Leakey, Texas (1973)" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Workers from Mexico at a Cedar Mill near Leakey, Texas, and San Antonio 12/1973&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;From the great &lt;a href="http://www.theseamericans.org/"&gt;These Americans&lt;/a&gt;, a project by Doug Rickard, founder and editor of &lt;a href="http://www.americansuburbx.com/"&gt;American Suburb X&lt;/a&gt;, that explores American photographic archives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505013871316720638-190352771013119990?l=reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.theseamericans.org/' title='These Americans'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/190352771013119990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/190352771013119990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2011/01/these-americans.html' title='These Americans'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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/_qRGXCdNeMec/SvG62t8WXII/AAAAAAAAAuY/W5Oobuz0LNo/s72-c/3704388884_385333c56d_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505013871316720638.post-2639329735254404948</id><published>2011-01-01T18:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T14:03:24.473Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colombia'/><title type='text'>(Words without Borders): The Work Force Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Happy 2011 to all. New Year's resolutions? Definitely more blog postings, certainly more shooting, obviously less impractical thinking. Anyways, it is a great start to the year, with quality writing on labour and employement around the world, in the January issue of the online magazine &lt;a href="http://wordswithoutborders.org/current-issue/"&gt;Words without Borders&lt;/a&gt;. I have enjoyed most of both the non-fiction and fiction narrative featured, and especially that of Andrés Felipe Solano's &lt;a href="http://wordswithoutborders.org/article/six-months-on-minimum-wage/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Six Months on Minimum Wage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, where he goes undercover in a textile factory in Medellín, Colombia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"My work day begins at 6:45 a.m. (...)  At the entrance I look for a yellow card with my name on it and I slide  it into the slot of a metal clock that looks a lot like a small safe. I  hate that sound in the morning, the heavy &lt;i&gt;clack&lt;/i&gt;, like a  shackle; but &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I love the music it makes at 5:00 p.m., when I check out,  like the snap of fingers returning me to the world. Each time you stamp  your timecard in a factory, it’s like putting a price on your day. Mine  is worth 14,500 pesos ($7.67).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;He bears witness to the precarious working conditions in which his coworkers are employed and learns why they need to put up with them. But, just as importantly, Solano offers a meaningful insight into the socio-political fabric in which the factory is inserted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Twelve  thousand employees in the industry have lost their jobs in the first  half of 2007 and some employees have already departed, rather than wait  for their pink slip. One of my coworkers told me in the hallway that he  was moving to a town in the middle of the rainforests of Chocó to run a  hardware store. (...) Something smells bad in this city. Thousands of country folk made their  way through the rainforest to found Medellín, the great city of  industry. And now their descendants are returning to the humidity of the  jungle."&lt;/blockquote&gt;He is later employed as an assistant in a lorry collecting the finished clothing from  workshop to workshop, most set up in the living rooms  of houses in neighbouring urban districts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Our  second errand that afternoon is in a slum built on top of an old dump.  We’re there to collect a dozen sacks of clothing. In Moravia. Or what  was left of it. The night before I arrived in Medellín a fire burned  down two hundred houses in this barrio. My travels with Isaza were  becoming a sort of verification of the city’s tragedies."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the last paragraphs the writer considers his own experience from a strictly personal standpoint and struggles to come to terms with the intensity of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;"I close my eyes and see the cutters on the fifth floor, the  embroiderers and the printers on the fourth, the fifty sewing machines  on the third, sounds that are by now as familiar to me as tapping on a  keyboard&lt;a href="http://wordswithoutborders.org/article/six-months-on-minimum-wage/#ixzz19o55w3Yr" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. (...) Every  time I write something in this little black book it seems like the  answer is ever more remote, like a cargo ship headed for the Orient."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Writings by Najem Wali or Quim Monzó in this current issue, or browsing through that of November 2008, &lt;a href="http://wordswithoutborders.org/issue/november-2008/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Enigma of Arrival&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, are in any case a reality check after the Christmas celebrations and a much needed source of insight. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/TR8uxwqbRaI/AAAAAAAABUQ/8oa-bNBB43M/s1600/Edwin_Booth_Hamlet_1870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/TR8uxwqbRaI/AAAAAAAABUQ/8oa-bNBB43M/s1600/Edwin_Booth_Hamlet_1870.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h1 class="firstHeading" id="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Edwin Booth as Hamlet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;by J. Gurney &amp;amp; Son, New York, ca 1870&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505013871316720638-2639329735254404948?l=reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://wordswithoutborders.org/current-issue/' title='(Words without Borders): The Work Force Issue'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/2639329735254404948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/2639329735254404948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2011/01/words-without-borders-work-force-issue.html' title='(Words without Borders): The Work Force Issue'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/TR8uxwqbRaI/AAAAAAAABUQ/8oa-bNBB43M/s72-c/Edwin_Booth_Hamlet_1870.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505013871316720638.post-1683773025991462937</id><published>2010-09-22T22:15:00.036+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T14:03:43.778Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sebastián Conejo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juan Valbuena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vernacular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luis Belmonte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interiors'/><title type='text'>Beyond Reportage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are a number of documentary  photographers in Spain that have addressed the phenomenon of migrations in the country using an array of contemporary visual strategies. Many of them  seem to have reconsidered in their personal projects the conventions of  the classic photo essay and its role in shaping traditional  representations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/TJp8qsz9QvI/AAAAAAAABSs/qpYqPYI01cc/s400/luis+belmonte+01.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luis Belmonte. &lt;i&gt;La Dehesa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/TJp8qsz9QvI/AAAAAAAABSs/qpYqPYI01cc/s1600/luis+belmonte+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While &lt;a href="http://www.luisbelmonte.com/"&gt;Luis Belmonte&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;i&gt;La Dehesa&lt;/i&gt;  series looks at the transitional nature of the camps built by the  council of Albacete for the accommodation of migrant agricultural  workers, &lt;a href="http://www.sebastianconejo.com/"&gt;Sebastián Conejo&lt;/a&gt; investigates in his &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elangelcaido.org/2009/200909/200909sconejo/200909sconejo.html"&gt;Mezquitas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  the empty interiors of the areas reserved for communal prayer in the  urban mosques of Catalonia. What might appear as a new set of typologies, these images are instead an invitation to contemplate  the space and silence within the existing architecture and certainly  beyond our own preconceptions. The quietness and serenity that both  photographers are able to convey contrasts quite sharply with the social  and political controversies surrounding the construction - and even the  existence - of these shelters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="395" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/TJp84-1YHoI/AAAAAAAABS0/_iiG89zKdmM/s400/sconejo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sebastián Conejo. &lt;i&gt;Mezquita&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/TJp84-1YHoI/AAAAAAAABS0/_iiG89zKdmM/s1600/sconejo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Many  documentary photographers have also resorted to vernacular photography  and turned their attention to the high street photo studio, the  institutional archive or the family album. Seems that their scope is to  bring about a strong sense of closeness and to highlight the fact that  the individuals and communities have actively participated in the  process of documentation. Instead of pressing the shutter, these  photographers use their editing skills to browse through hundreds of  images in albums, boxes and digital media. Picking up an image becomes a decisive moment in its own right and this is exactly the case with  the work of &lt;a href="http://www.nophoto.org/?seccion=fotografos&amp;amp;subseccion=portada&amp;amp;id_autor=12"&gt;Juan Valbuena&lt;/a&gt;. With the patronage of Casa Arabe cultural centre of Madrid, he has put together a great book and exhibition: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiny.cc/6d3ak"&gt;Nosotros, Un álbum colectivo del barrio de Lavapiés&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/TJp9PdKvwOI/AAAAAAAABS8/gBRSXWxBrD0/s1600/valbuena.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/TJp9PdKvwOI/AAAAAAAABS8/gBRSXWxBrD0/s400/valbuena.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Juan Valbuena&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luisbelmonte.com/"&gt;www.luisbelmonte.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sebastianconejo.com/"&gt;www.sebastianconejo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.casaarabe-ieam.es/"&gt;www.casaarabe-ieam.es &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/TJfPOLWt_YI/AAAAAAAABSU/2XQeHaZoMb0/s1600/valbuena.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505013871316720638-1683773025991462937?l=reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/1683773025991462937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/1683773025991462937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2010/09/beyond-reportage.html' title='Beyond Reportage'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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/_Vf65leo2C7k/TJp8qsz9QvI/AAAAAAAABSs/qpYqPYI01cc/s72-c/luis+belmonte+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505013871316720638.post-5290516634298323231</id><published>2010-03-29T20:07:00.038+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T14:04:31.016Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judith Quax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinu Li'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senegal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cabary Islands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interiors'/><title type='text'>Dinu Li and Judith Quax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The personal possessions of undocumented Chinese migrant workers in the north of England in the intimacy of their temporary accommodation is the subject in &lt;a href="http://www.dinuli.com/"&gt;Dinu Li&lt;/a&gt;'s project&lt;a href="http://www.dinuli.com/secret_shadows/index.html"&gt; Secret Shadows&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S7EIcQYt9hI/AAAAAAAABMg/Z5uS44acwJ8/s1600/Dinu+Li+03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S7EIcQYt9hI/AAAAAAAABMg/Z5uS44acwJ8/s400/Dinu+Li+03.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_896705856"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_896705857"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Due to their legal status in the UK and their likely refusal to be photographed, Li investigates instead their lifestyle through their belongings and the stark simplicity of their rooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S7EIef9ofJI/AAAAAAAABMo/a00FKqv0_vk/s1600/dinu+Li+04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S7EIef9ofJI/AAAAAAAABMo/a00FKqv0_vk/s400/dinu+Li+04.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1647109458"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1647109459"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The photographer explores in these images notions of displacement, memory and identity as we are allowed to enter the privacy of the workers' rooms and to use our judgement and imagination to interpret the traces of their presence and hints of their absence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although with a different rationale, &lt;a href="http://www.judithquax.com/"&gt;Judith Quax&lt;/a&gt; has also placed these traces at the core of her subject matter.&amp;nbsp; She has photographed the rooms where young Senegalese men had lived before setting off for the Canary Islands in their quest to reach the European Union and join its workforce. The precarious fishing boats in which these men and women are trafficked carry up to 150 people in a journey that can take at least three days to complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S7EIgblg11I/AAAAAAAABMw/BWjMAJUjFrQ/s1600/quax+Omar+and+Mamadou%27s+room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S7EIgblg11I/AAAAAAAABMw/BWjMAJUjFrQ/s400/quax+Omar+and+Mamadou%27s+room.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Judith "talked to family and friends of the men, interested why the men made  this perilous trip and to find out what happened to them. Some of them  died, some of them reached Europe and from some of them there is no  news". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S7EIieaKfwI/AAAAAAAABM4/oUe5cx4mL0w/s1600/quax+Ibou%27s+room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S7EIieaKfwI/AAAAAAAABM4/oUe5cx4mL0w/s400/quax+Ibou%27s+room.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.judithquax.com%20/"&gt;www.judithquax.com&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://jmcolberg.com/weblog/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dinuli.com/"&gt;www.dinuli.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1647109511"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1647109512"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505013871316720638-5290516634298323231?l=reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5290516634298323231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2010/03/dinu-li-and-judith-quax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/5290516634298323231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/5290516634298323231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2010/03/dinu-li-and-judith-quax.html' title='Dinu Li and Judith Quax'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S7EIcQYt9hI/AAAAAAAABMg/Z5uS44acwJ8/s72-c/Dinu+Li+03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505013871316720638.post-4474507751343842440</id><published>2010-03-01T15:38:00.087Z</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:57:39.456+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alberto Henschel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Thomson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vernacular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Sheriff Curtis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Archive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraiture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Points of View'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas Annan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Points of View at the British Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It might seem to be an unlikely visit for documentary photographers or photojournalists, but the exhibition &lt;a href="http://www.bl.uk/pointsofview/"&gt;Points of View&lt;/a&gt; currently held at the British Library in London features an outstanding number of seminal works in the field of social documentary, travel and war photography. Along with beautiful vintage prints and original photo books on display, it offers a relevant examination of early documentary photography as an ideological and commercially driven practice where photographic truth is rather a constructed representation. A few highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S4nATmF6RnI/AAAAAAAABGg/LE9Go5sg7-8/s1600-h/BL+Thompson_Cyprus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S4nATmF6RnI/AAAAAAAABGg/LE9Go5sg7-8/s400/BL+Thompson_Cyprus.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;John Thomson,&lt;i&gt; A Cyprian Maid&lt;/i&gt;, Cyprus, 1878.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book &lt;i&gt;Through Cyprus with the Camera&lt;/i&gt; (1879) of John Thomson is on show, along with images of &lt;i&gt;Street Life in London&lt;/i&gt;, an important work that helped establish social documentary practice in the UK. In London, Thomson teamed up with journalist Adolphe Smith and together produced a monthly magazine, &lt;i&gt;Street Life in London&lt;/i&gt;, from 1876 to 1877. The project used both text and images to illustrate the lives of the street people and the 'undeserving poor' of London using the very same visual approach Thomson did during his previous travels in China or India. Later, in the aftermath of the Russo-Turkish War (1877–1878), administration of Cyprus was ceded to the British Empire and in that context John Thomson wanted to create a "faithful souvenir of an island woefully wrecked by Turkish maladministration" whose illustrations would "afford a sense of comparison in after years, when, under the influence of British rule, the place has risen from her ruins". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on the walls is the iconic image of Thomas Annan &lt;i&gt;Close No 118, High street&lt;/i&gt;, part of the book &lt;a href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/exhibns/month/Mar2006.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Old Closes and Streets of Glasgow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a striking precedent for current photographic practices concerned with the documentation of areas undergoing "urban regeneration" programs. In 1868 the city corporation of Glasgow commissioned Annan to photograph the streets and closes of the City Parish slums before being demolished in order to leave room for the construction of brand new tenemental dwellings. Although Annan did not considered himself a social reformer in any sense, the series are held to be the earliest documentation of an urban slum - twenty years before the influential &lt;i&gt;How the other Half Lives&lt;/i&gt; of Jacob Riis in New York.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S4vsXhlNApI/AAAAAAAABH4/9tbMkQILO_g/s1600-h/BL+Curtis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S4vsXhlNApI/AAAAAAAABH4/9tbMkQILO_g/s400/BL+Curtis.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Edward Sheriff Curtis, &lt;i&gt;Waiting in the forest&lt;/i&gt;, Cheyenne, 1910&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the section entitled &lt;i&gt;Documenting Difference&lt;/i&gt; there are two prints of Edward Sheriff Curtis. In 1906 Curtis set out to document the existing Native American populations of the US with the political support of Theodore Roosevelt and the financial aid of J.P. Morgan. He took 40,000 images and edited them down to the 1,500 that made it to &lt;i&gt;The North America Indian&lt;/i&gt;, consisting of twenty volumes. Curtis however manipulated and staged many of his pictures but this was a quite extended practice at the time, especially taking into account that many documentary photographers, like him, were actually commercial and studio practitioners by trade. Curtis then came up with a "simulated ethnography" of Native Americans supposedly unaffected by Western society with the ideological scope of representing them as a vanishing race. That being said, his images, as the one above, are haunting and extremely arresting but also rich in significance and implications, strongly connected to the artistic trends and ideological values of the time.&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S4wDGeKnS2I/AAAAAAAABII/yzDnzyOC0Mc/s1600-h/BL+Beato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S4wDGeKnS2I/AAAAAAAABII/yzDnzyOC0Mc/s400/BL+Beato.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Felice Beato, Interior of the North Taku Fort, immediately after its capture, 21 August 1860&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial12"&gt;Early war photography features prominently in the exhibition. Works of Robert and Harriet Tyler documenting the aftermath of the Indian Rebellion of 1857; images of John Burke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="arial12"&gt; during the Second Anglo-Afghan War&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="arial12"&gt;as an example of a photographer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="arial12"&gt; embedded within an invading army; the iconic and controversial&lt;i&gt; A Snapshooter's Last Sleep &lt;/i&gt;of Alexander Gardner; and several examples of the Franco-Prussian war and the subsequent Paris Commune by Ernst Lucke and Henry Langerock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial12"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important to note as well are the images of Felice Beato documenting the Second Opium War. Again, thought to be acceptable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="arial12"&gt; he arranged many scenes and a witness to the one above noted: "Beato was there in great excitement, characterising the group as 'beautiful' and begging that it might not be interfered with until perpetuated by his photographic apparatus". But the fact is that military servicemen and colonial officials were among the most loyal customers as his photographic works were regarded as an effective representation of colonial might and power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S4vohYZJ-1I/AAAAAAAABHw/t9uHZkJivMs/s1600-h/BL+Henschel+02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S4vohYZJ-1I/AAAAAAAABHw/t9uHZkJivMs/s400/BL+Henschel+02.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Alberto Henshel. 1869 - 1870.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other photographers and images that have really drawn my attention: The calotypes of David Octavious Hill and Robert Adamson and their "intimate visual essay" of the fishing community of New Haven in Scotland "anticipating&amp;nbsp; [as early as 1843] the social documentary role of photography"; the work of Peter Henry Emerson in the &lt;i&gt;Life and Landscape on the Norfolk Broads&lt;/i&gt; (1886) where "blending social documentary with photographic naturalism, he sought to capture a way of life threatened by industrial development, rural displacement and the growing popularity of tourism"; the &lt;i&gt;cartes de visite &lt;/i&gt;of Alberto Henschel; the striking images of Richard Buchta, Guillaume Duchenne or Henry Finnis Bloose Lynch, the list can go on and on. The exhibition is vast and it takes a good two hours to cover most of it allowing time to read the thoughtful captions. It is definitely a great opportunity to discover good work linking to contemporary practices. It closes on the 7th of March and I can only recommend a visit. By the way, have you ever seen a camera lucida or a magic lantern?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bl.uk/pointsofview%20"&gt;www.bl.uk/pointsofview &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*All quotations are extracted from the exhibition captions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1267458083639"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505013871316720638-4474507751343842440?l=reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bl.uk/pointsofview' title='Points of View at the British Library'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4474507751343842440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2010/03/points-of-view-at-british-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/4474507751343842440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/4474507751343842440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2010/03/points-of-view-at-british-library.html' title='Points of View at the British Library'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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/_Vf65leo2C7k/S4nATmF6RnI/AAAAAAAABGg/LE9Go5sg7-8/s72-c/BL+Thompson_Cyprus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505013871316720638.post-4318142610748535974</id><published>2010-02-20T23:45:00.034Z</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:37:50.789+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Almeria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nikolaus Geyrhalter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jawal Rhalib'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greenhouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erwin Wagenhofer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agriculture'/><title type='text'>All About Your Greens</title><content type='html'>The following films might interest those who want to learn more about mass-production of vegetables, the systematic use of exploited labour in the agribusiness industry and migration as a contemporary phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3shy3B-O0I/AAAAAAAABFQ/iPgOm4_8Hqs/s1600/film+04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3shy3B-O0I/AAAAAAAABFQ/iPgOm4_8Hqs/s200/film+04.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3skizt5kWI/AAAAAAAABFY/1akI0DO8TtE/s1600-h/Film+02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3skizt5kWI/AAAAAAAABFY/1akI0DO8TtE/s200/Film+02.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A film by Austrian filmmaker Erwin Wagenhofer, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.we-feed-the-world.at/en/index.htm"&gt;We Feed the World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (2005) looks at the mass-production of food and the corporate grip on policy making. The Almería agribusiness industry features prominently but the film also deals with large-scale clearing for soja agriculture in the Brazilian Amazon; EU-sponsored dismantling of small scale traditional fishing boats in Brittany while favouring large, industrial trawlers; hybrid aubergine production subsidized by the government in Romania; and bread waste and battery chicken production in Austria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jean Ziegler, UN Special Rapporteur on the Right to Food, appears in the film stating: "If you go to the market in Senegal you can buy European produce for a third of the local prices. So the Senegalese peasant farmer no longer has any chance of earning a living."  And he wonders: "So what can he do? If he's still got the energy he risks his life as an illegal immigrant via the Strait of Gibraltar and has to hire himself out in southern Spain in inhumane conditions [as a labourer in the greenhouses]".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourdailybread.at/jart/projects/utb/website.jart?rel=en"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our Daily Bread&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (2005), a documentary film of German director Nikolaus Geyrhalter, portraits for more than 90 minutes the world of European industrial food production and farming - without any words. A truly stunning film to look at, the official website describes it perfectly: "&lt;span class="avtext"&gt;Monumental spaces, surreal landscapes and bizarre sounds - a cool, industrial environment which leaves little space for individualism. People, animals, crops and machines play a supporting role in the logistics of this system which provides our society’s standard of living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="avtext"&gt;".&amp;nbsp; There is also footage taken in Almería consisting in aerial views and the work inside the greenhouses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S4l-Zo3anpI/AAAAAAAABFo/PdnlCBM0sr8/s1600-h/film+03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S4l-Zo3anpI/AAAAAAAABFo/PdnlCBM0sr8/s200/film+03.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3sIWUI5n7I/AAAAAAAABE4/-wfHSZN6mY0/s1600-h/Film.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3sIWUI5n7I/AAAAAAAABE4/-wfHSZN6mY0/s200/Film.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the documentary film&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SW0RiGCzDFY"&gt;&lt;i&gt;El Ejido, la loi du profit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (2007) Moroccan born Jawad Rhalib "points out the mechanism of an industrial system that exploits human beings and the environment. [It] is the story of degradation of human rights, environment and ethic values in Europe that are being imposed by globalization". However the most remarkable quality of this film is that Jawad  fully focuses on the people employed in the greenhouse industry of &lt;i&gt;Campo de Dalías&lt;/i&gt; and gathers their personal stories, opinions and perspectives. The director, a witness himself of the racist events of 2000 as a journalist working for the Radio Télévision Marocaine, also explores how the local population interacts with the migrant community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to mention Elina Hirvonen's &lt;a href="http://www.ecofilms.gr/popup2005en.asp?Year=2008&amp;amp;reqid=M-15"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paradise - Three Journeys in this World&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (2007). This film documents the difficult working and living conditions that the seasonal workers of Almeria have to endure. Concentrating in the person of Malian Bakary Fofana, Hirvonen also connects with his family in his country of origin. Besides, Hirvonen explores the quest of those still trapped in Moroccan soil trying to reach Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another outstanding film to watch, even though not a documentary, is &lt;i&gt;Heremakono&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Waiting for Happiness&lt;/i&gt; (2002) of Mauritanian born director &lt;a href="http://www.linktv.org/video/1610/interview-with-abderrahmane-sissako-director-of-waiting-for-happiness"&gt;Abderrahmane Sissako&lt;/a&gt;. The movie is set in Nouadhibou, Mauritania, the departure point for many migrants trying to reach the EU through the Canary Islands. Upon release from detention centers in the islands or mainland Spain, many will end up working in the greenhouse fields of Almeria. Here, Abdallah (Mohamed Mahmoud Ould Mohamed), visits this town, where his mother lives, before emigrating to Europe. The film is a delicate, evocative and subtle examination of the overwhelming urge to emigrate. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0308363/awards"&gt;Awarded&lt;/a&gt; in several festivals, the film received critical acclaim at Cannes in 2002. Sissako observes that "exile is something that happens prior to a trip, which is to say that all those who are gone have already left, even before making the geographic trip. To go is a generous act, (...) and in any case, humanity is the fruit of all travel and encounters".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505013871316720638-4318142610748535974?l=reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4318142610748535974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2010/02/four-films.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/4318142610748535974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/4318142610748535974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2010/02/four-films.html' title='All About Your Greens'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3shy3B-O0I/AAAAAAAABFQ/iPgOm4_8Hqs/s72-c/film+04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505013871316720638.post-4206652642370684380</id><published>2010-02-16T20:46:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-04-02T00:58:48.912+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Almeria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la Chanca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campos de Níjar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juan Goytisolo'/><title type='text'>Juan Goytisolo - Campos de Níjar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Campos de Níjar&lt;/i&gt; (1954), and even &lt;i&gt;La Chanca&lt;/i&gt; (1962), of Juan Goytisolo, one of the most prominent literary figures of Spain, are essential reads to understand what the greenhouse planes of Almería were like before the expansion of the current agribusiness model. In&lt;i&gt; Campos de Níjar&lt;/i&gt; and La Chanca Goytisolo describes an impoverished land populated by destitute fishermen, farmers and labourers. Both travel narratives are set in a dark postwar Spain where poverty and social inequalities are stagnant and where the only hope left for the people is to migrate to Europe. For Goytisolo Almería is a place of exceptional beauty with a striking resemblance to Africa - not that far away geographically and historically. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3noCvLuAzI/AAAAAAAABEo/Ot2DtO_8aso/s1600-h/Goytisolo+portrait.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3noCvLuAzI/AAAAAAAABEo/Ot2DtO_8aso/s200/Goytisolo+portrait.jpg" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3noD6kP0wI/AAAAAAAABEw/ZJr-VZSw6xg/s1600-h/Goytisolo+Campos+de+Nijar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3noD6kP0wI/AAAAAAAABEw/ZJr-VZSw6xg/s200/Goytisolo+Campos+de+Nijar.jpg" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Both have been translated into English: Juan Goytisolo, &lt;i&gt;The Countryside of Nijar and La Chanca&lt;/i&gt;, Alembic Press. Plainfield, IN, US. 1987. ISBN 0934184194&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505013871316720638-4206652642370684380?l=reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4206652642370684380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2010/02/juan-goytisolo-campos-de-nijar_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/4206652642370684380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/4206652642370684380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2010/02/juan-goytisolo-campos-de-nijar_16.html' title='Juan Goytisolo - Campos de Níjar'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3noCvLuAzI/AAAAAAAABEo/Ot2DtO_8aso/s72-c/Goytisolo+portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505013871316720638.post-2029839514154955842</id><published>2010-02-15T00:10:00.023Z</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:44:28.183Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ingar Krauss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Almeria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lens Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraiture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agriculture'/><title type='text'>Ingar Krauss - Workers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Workers&lt;/i&gt; is a project concerned with "the difficult state of identity today in Eastern Europe, hard physical work and the problem of working migration in general". More than 300,000 labourers from Poland, Ukraine or Romania migrate to Germany every year. Their season starts with the asparagus harvest in April and ends with the gathering of cabbage and grapes in autumn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3iK2nYcmbI/AAAAAAAABDo/Y6IuumTS6hQ/s1600-h/Ingar+Krauss+03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3iK2nYcmbI/AAAAAAAABDo/Y6IuumTS6hQ/s200/Ingar+Krauss+03.jpg" width="161" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3iK1BHtfUI/AAAAAAAABDg/KG-m5GWBWkE/s1600-h/Ingar+Krauss+02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3iK1BHtfUI/AAAAAAAABDg/KG-m5GWBWkE/s200/Ingar+Krauss+02.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Krauss adds: "The seasonal workers are mostly men, young and old. They come from different social levels and backgrounds. They live for weeks and months together in temporary shacks with double-decker beds. They work seven days a week and usually have no contact with the local Germans. Most of them don’t speak one word of German. The German farmers need them urgently; the whole harvest depends on these men from abroad because there are not enough Germans who are willing to do such underpaid and hard physical work. So thousands of harvest hands come and go every year like birds of passage".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3iLZ32Uq_I/AAAAAAAABDw/HYIOaZ7iCLM/s1600-h/Ingar+Krauss+04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3iLZ32Uq_I/AAAAAAAABDw/HYIOaZ7iCLM/s200/Ingar+Krauss+04.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3iK0XAx2EI/AAAAAAAABDY/5HSqoDCGUvw/s1600-h/Ingar+Krauss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3iK0XAx2EI/AAAAAAAABDY/5HSqoDCGUvw/s200/Ingar+Krauss.jpg" width="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"In summer 2006 and 2007 I took portraits of these workers who came to us a long way. I met them in the asparagus and strawberry fields, or in the evening sitting in front of their shacks". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You can see the complete series and an interview with the photographer in &lt;a href="http://www.lensculture.com/krauss_worker.html"&gt;Lens Culture&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505013871316720638-2029839514154955842?l=reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lensculture.com/krauss_worker.html' title='Ingar Krauss - Workers'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2029839514154955842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2010/02/ingar-krauss-workers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/2029839514154955842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/2029839514154955842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2010/02/ingar-krauss-workers.html' title='Ingar Krauss - Workers'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3iK2nYcmbI/AAAAAAAABDo/Y6IuumTS6hQ/s72-c/Ingar+Krauss+03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505013871316720638.post-8835473155271421676</id><published>2010-02-12T01:31:00.021Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:17:42.620Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraiture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Photographers&apos; Gallery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teresa Eng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LCC'/><title type='text'>Teresa Eng - Conditions for Living</title><content type='html'>Teresa Eng is a Canadian photographer based in London. She is an MA Photography graduate from the London College of Communication and her latest work, Conditions for Living, explores the temporary settlements of northern France from where many individuals attempt to reach the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3SvxQSF7DI/AAAAAAAABDQ/qX_3cypG7rc/s1600-h/Teresa+Eng+02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3SvxQSF7DI/AAAAAAAABDQ/qX_3cypG7rc/s320/Teresa+Eng+02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa has exhibited this body of work at the Broomberg New Contemporaries and at &lt;a href="http://www.photonet.org.uk/freshfacedandwildeyed09/final.php"&gt;Fresh Faced and Wild Eyed&lt;/a&gt;, the annual competition for recent graduates organized by The Photographers' Gallery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3SZbZ2mTNI/AAAAAAAABC4/869yG-hnMCM/s1600-h/Teresa+Eng+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3SZbZ2mTNI/AAAAAAAABC4/869yG-hnMCM/s320/Teresa+Eng+01.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She states: "As foreigners in a foreign land, these migrants are neither here nor there. They arrive on the edges of town overnight, attempting to assimilate themselves into a new and strange environment. There is the tedium that occurs while being in-transit but also the anticipation and hope of what they perceive will one day be ‘home’."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3SZdM7zgZI/AAAAAAAABDI/ZtnGm8TnTvw/s1600-h/Teresa+Eng+03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3SZdM7zgZI/AAAAAAAABDI/ZtnGm8TnTvw/s320/Teresa+Eng+03.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.teresa-eng.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505013871316720638-8835473155271421676?l=reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.teresa-eng.com/' title='Teresa Eng - Conditions for Living'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8835473155271421676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2010/02/teresa-eng-conditions-for-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/8835473155271421676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/8835473155271421676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2010/02/teresa-eng-conditions-for-living.html' title='Teresa Eng - Conditions for Living'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3SvxQSF7DI/AAAAAAAABDQ/qX_3cypG7rc/s72-c/Teresa+Eng+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505013871316720638.post-5500555697223365129</id><published>2010-02-10T01:03:00.019Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:12:01.191Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perú'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Jiménez Cahua'/><title type='text'>Carlos Jiménez Cahua - Ciudad de los Reyes</title><content type='html'>I became aware of the work of Carlos Jiménez Cahua via the Exposure Compensation blog quite a long time ago. Carlos, Peruvian by blood and birth, has grown up in the US. In 2007 he returned to his country of origin on a Princeton fellowship to photograph the landscape of Lima's &lt;i&gt;pueblos jóvenes&lt;/i&gt;. These peripheral sections of the capital are populated by newly arrived migrants in search of economic opportunity and live in improvised dwellings made mostly from rudimentary materials. He explains:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lima is a desert, but despite this, it has one of the largest populations of any city, and it's growing too rapidly, so much so that people are forced to make their home anywhere they can (...) in areas that were previously completely undeveloped. Yet because it's a desert, there where they develop, there is no removal of trees or brush, they make their home upon the raw earth itself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3G6DEiyn5I/AAAAAAAABCw/TT3WP5RIrGM/s1600-h/Carlos+J+Cahua+03.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436330787134939026" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3G6DEiyn5I/AAAAAAAABCw/TT3WP5RIrGM/s400/Carlos+J+Cahua+03.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 318px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In places like the United States, when man assumes his archetypal role as builder, he acts as sculptor, taking the raw form, the earth, and shaping it to his needs, nearly unrecognizable in its final state. The earth is his clay and he the sculptor. For the people of Lima, their relationship with the earth is fundamentally different. They don't sculpt the land; the earth remains visible if not nearly unaltered despite their development."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3G6C2EDzuI/AAAAAAAABCo/Iaum5zgG3Kw/s1600-h/Carlos+J+Cahua+02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436330783247945442" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3G6C2EDzuI/AAAAAAAABCo/Iaum5zgG3Kw/s400/Carlos+J+Cahua+02.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 305px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whereas the people of developed nations affect the form and therefore identity of the land, the people of Lima quite literally merely scratch the surface—their relationship to the ground is not one of dominance, but of acquiescence. It is only in two dimensions that they can affect the land. They conform to the surface."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3G6Cs65ohI/AAAAAAAABCg/e3zfuCeXdkc/s1600-h/Carlos+J+Cahua+01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436330780793610770" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3G6Cs65ohI/AAAAAAAABCg/e3zfuCeXdkc/s400/Carlos+J+Cahua+01.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 305px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos has recently put on his first solo show at &lt;a href="http://www.anastasia-photo.com/"&gt;Anastasia-Photo&lt;/a&gt;, a New York gallery that specializes in Documentary Photography and Photojournalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://carlosjimenezcahua.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.carlosjimenezcahua.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505013871316720638-5500555697223365129?l=reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://carlosjimenezcahua.com/' title='Carlos Jiménez Cahua - Ciudad de los Reyes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5500555697223365129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2010/02/carlos-jimenez-cahua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/5500555697223365129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/5500555697223365129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2010/02/carlos-jimenez-cahua.html' title='Carlos Jiménez Cahua - Ciudad de los Reyes'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/S3G6DEiyn5I/AAAAAAAABCw/TT3WP5RIrGM/s72-c/Carlos+J+Cahua+03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505013871316720638.post-7508910398920394869</id><published>2007-05-29T21:40:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:09:14.721Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vernacular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ID'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Cruz de la Sierra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Paz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='found'/><title type='text'>Identity Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;El Alto, Bolivia. September 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ID picture documents are very common in Bolivia. Typically the number assigned must be produced before the camera when the picture is being taken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ID Portraiture, found&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Santa Cruz, July 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl3HeGQ3BgI/AAAAAAAAATg/qBbNXKAd6GU/s1600-h/Diptic_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070428075380377090" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl3HeGQ3BgI/AAAAAAAAATg/qBbNXKAd6GU/s400/Diptic_03.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl3HcGQ3BfI/AAAAAAAAATY/Ni0khrxnoTw/s1600-h/Diptic_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070428041020638706" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl3HcGQ3BfI/AAAAAAAAATY/Ni0khrxnoTw/s400/Diptic_02.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl3HbGQ3BeI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hITYli832QA/s1600-h/Diptic_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070428023840769506" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl3HbGQ3BeI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hITYli832QA/s400/Diptic_01.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Portable Studios&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;La Paz, Bolivia. September 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are up to 12 street photographers in the Plaza Alonso de Mendoza of La Paz. Most of their trade consists of ID portraiture with Polaroid cameras. Casual 35mm full body portraits against the different features of the park and square in which they work are also quite popular among their regular customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7raGQ3B1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/4wMZDB1vhCE/s1600-h/11_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070749064056211282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7raGQ3B1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/4wMZDB1vhCE/s400/11_1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7rbGQ3B2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/T1z0wuDEXKs/s1600-h/13_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070749081236080482" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7rbGQ3B2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/T1z0wuDEXKs/s400/13_2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7rcGQ3B3I/AAAAAAAAAWY/a50cwIpWi9U/s1600-h/11_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070749098415949682" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7rcGQ3B3I/AAAAAAAAAWY/a50cwIpWi9U/s400/11_4.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7rdWQ3B4I/AAAAAAAAAWg/J-WSzIkApkw/s1600-h/09_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070749119890786178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7rdWQ3B4I/AAAAAAAAAWg/J-WSzIkApkw/s400/09_11.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7remQ3B5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/wy_Q9djD8Xg/s1600-h/10_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070749141365622674" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7remQ3B5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/wy_Q9djD8Xg/s400/10_5.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7sFWQ3B6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/OZFUA85gHl8/s1600-h/10_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070749807085553570" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7sFWQ3B6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/OZFUA85gHl8/s400/10_9.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7sGWQ3B7I/AAAAAAAAAW4/agsoSuMPcL4/s1600-h/12_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070749824265422770" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7sGWQ3B7I/AAAAAAAAAW4/agsoSuMPcL4/s400/12_11.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7sHGQ3B8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/Eai0kXtzlMg/s1600-h/12_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070749837150324674" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7sHGQ3B8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/Eai0kXtzlMg/s400/12_8.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7sH2Q3B9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/MvGgg1KMA3c/s1600-h/12_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070749850035226578" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7sH2Q3B9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/MvGgg1KMA3c/s400/12_6.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505013871316720638-7508910398920394869?l=reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7508910398920394869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2007/05/bolivian-woman-poses-for-her-national.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/7508910398920394869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/7508910398920394869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2007/05/bolivian-woman-poses-for-her-national.html' title='Identity Pictures'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl3HeGQ3BgI/AAAAAAAAATg/qBbNXKAd6GU/s72-c/Diptic_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505013871316720638.post-4814392555493102651</id><published>2007-05-29T21:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:10:09.207Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oil painted portraiture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vernacular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraiture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Alto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolivia'/><title type='text'>Oil Painted Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;El Alto, Bolivia. September 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand painted portraits from B&amp;amp;W and colour photos by Carlos of Plaza de la Libertad and Gregorio of La Ceja. A practice that apparently disappeared in the early 1980's, it has been recently reintroduced by Aimara Peruvians and taken up again by several photographers in El Alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7pqGQ3BxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3yjxCBz7KwU/s1600-h/Untitled-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070747139910862610" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7pqGQ3BxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3yjxCBz7KwU/s400/Untitled-7.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7prGQ3ByI/AAAAAAAAAVw/noSw00FJL3s/s1600-h/Diptic_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070747157090731810" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7prGQ3ByI/AAAAAAAAAVw/noSw00FJL3s/s400/Diptic_02.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7prmQ3BzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/M9jdnl3X00U/s1600-h/Diptic_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070747165680666418" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7prmQ3BzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/M9jdnl3X00U/s400/Diptic_01.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505013871316720638-4814392555493102651?l=reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4814392555493102651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2007/05/oil-pinted-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/4814392555493102651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/4814392555493102651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2007/05/oil-pinted-pictures.html' title='Oil Painted Pictures'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7pqGQ3BxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3yjxCBz7KwU/s72-c/Untitled-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505013871316720638.post-5844393524628253696</id><published>2007-05-29T20:58:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:13:01.153Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vernacular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Cruz de la Sierra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='found'/><title type='text'>Photo Studios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Filemon Barba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filemon's Zeiss lens camera consists of a box that also works as an enlarger and a photo lab. Each Black &amp;amp; White picture is made first as a printed negative on a sheet of photographic paper; that print is then photographed, exposed to daylight again to produce a positive copy. Enlargements, exposure compensation and other sorts of photographic manipulations take place at that stage. The developer and stop baths are also located inside the box, which is where all the paper sheets are stored. Black &amp;amp; White prints can be reproduced for customers in about ten minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7v7WQ3CCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/g1wwyetsRmA/s1600-h/59_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070754033333372962" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7v7WQ3CCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/g1wwyetsRmA/s400/59_07.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7v_WQ3CDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/JS-d_QkY_gc/s1600-h/diptych_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070754102052849714" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7v_WQ3CDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/JS-d_QkY_gc/s400/diptych_01.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/SgbMsuYGv-I/AAAAAAAAA_E/x-2tZlWgCNA/s1600-h/barba.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334175877402378210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/SgbMsuYGv-I/AAAAAAAAA_E/x-2tZlWgCNA/s400/barba.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Filemon has been earning a living in the Plaza 24 de Septiembre since the late 1950's, and belongs to an extended family of street photographers. He recalls his grandfather as the one who pioneered street photography in the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos Mogro's Photostudio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Cruz de la Sierra, Bolivia. July 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl765mQ3CII/AAAAAAAAAYU/rI9VnvbAJy4/s1600-h/02_01_72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070766097896507522" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl765mQ3CII/AAAAAAAAAYU/rI9VnvbAJy4/s400/02_01_72.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photostudio's customers, found.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pictures found in Santa Cruz de la Sierra, Bolivia. July 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl77fWQ3CJI/AAAAAAAAAYc/WEcyCvZ436I/s1600-h/Diptico_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070766746436569234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl77fWQ3CJI/AAAAAAAAAYc/WEcyCvZ436I/s400/Diptico_01.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl77i2Q3CKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/WM3vPTJW5NU/s1600-h/Diptico_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070766806566111394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl77i2Q3CKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/WM3vPTJW5NU/s400/Diptico_02.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl77lmQ3CLI/AAAAAAAAAYs/1_jzaBxO9yA/s1600-h/Diptico_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070766853810751666" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl77lmQ3CLI/AAAAAAAAAYs/1_jzaBxO9yA/s400/Diptico_03.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl77nmQ3CMI/AAAAAAAAAY0/QzW7sKk7tJE/s1600-h/Diptico_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070766888170490050" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl77nmQ3CMI/AAAAAAAAAY0/QzW7sKk7tJE/s400/Diptico_04.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl77p2Q3CNI/AAAAAAAAAY8/CoFbCnwElp4/s1600-h/Diptico_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070766926825195730" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl77p2Q3CNI/AAAAAAAAAY8/CoFbCnwElp4/s400/Diptico_05.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7505013871316720638-5844393524628253696?l=reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5844393524628253696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2007/05/filemon-barba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/5844393524628253696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7505013871316720638/posts/default/5844393524628253696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reinaldoloureiro.blogspot.com/2007/05/filemon-barba.html' title='Photo Studios'/><author><name>Reinaldo Loureiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116889659545512646</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf65leo2C7k/Rl7v7WQ3CCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/g1wwyetsRmA/s72-c/59_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
