a Brno woman - Katerina

Lastly I have been trying to take photos in a different way that I am used to. From the back background and with studio lights to a more natural and relaxing environment. 
This session was unexpected. She is a photographer too and I was her model that day however by the end of the session I took my camera and we switch roles.
The session was short and fun and these are her selection.

a Brno woman - Božena

One of the thing I enjoy photograph more are portraits. I don't believe that single picture can show the personality of a subject but only the point of the view of the photographer about the subject being photograph.

As photographers we have control, up to certain level, over the image of a person. After a photo session we can have images that show the person as an easy going friend or as a very strict and serious person.

The greatest artist ever born!

Once upon a time there was a boy that dreamed to be an artist, be famous, get tons of money for a single painting, get laid with pretty girls and paint with total liberty whatever he had on mind.

He went to an art school. There he learned about the masters: Michelangelo, Donatello, Leonardo and Rafael. His idols from childhood, the ninja turtles. Life could not be better.

An interview: Zoe Massey, Peruvian photographer.

From the series "Houses".
Mi Perú de Bolsillo, Zoe Massey.
From the series "Mi Perú de Bolsillo" by Zoe Massey.
Zoë P Massey is a Peruvian photographer working in visual arts since 1999; with numerous solo and group exhibitions today she share something about her and her work.

a poem - a flower


"There is a flower I have found,
there is a smile I have kissed
and I want to keep on my hands
the flower that has kissed me"
 -
She hides from the sunlight
away in a dark garden
 where her brown eyes
cannot see mine.

Her name I cannot tell
reserved to the Gods it is
as from heaven to hell
all beauty and danger she is.

All what she wants is
a caress on her face
while the wind and sun sing
these magic words to her.

and as the time goes
the flower slowly rises everyday
to smile to the sun
and let herself be hold on my hands...
                                             C.L.

Untitled XXXIII. From the series The solitude of delirium.