Like a Good Book

Our maid was due today, so I packed myself out of the house. Visited Soho's annual sale, with no items bought (a very weird first, but I only went to mark it as done, not so much as to buy stuff - since I'm still at home and see myself leaving only quite a long time from now there was no point).

Headed over to "Donkey" for a burrito, and ate it in the car, since the place was packed as hell. Great burrito, but next time I think I'm going to ask no chilly - it burned my tongue really well today.

After that I had a small debate with myself, but then just drove over to Ramat Aviv and headed for the World Press Photo. It was pretty meh this year, and seemed smaller somehow (even though I think I remember saying the same thing last year, so I might be wrong). I usually like the international exhibition more than the "Local Testimony" one, but this time...

See, I have no photo stuck in my head from the WPP save one - of the world's largest cave in Vietnam (a definite vacation destination in the future), and even that one isn't about the photo but about the place.

There is one piece from the LT exhibit I keep playing in my head, though. It's a video piece, not video art (which I pretty much despise) - of a man dancing in the fountain created by a fire hydrant which was hit by a car some time before. The man was later recognized as a dancer and choreographer, but in those moments of dance he seems like a little boy, dancing, not in the rain, but in the summer's sprinklers. It was very obviously a modern dancer, no doubt, but the act of dancing in a fire hydrant's fountain is not an act of an adult.

It reminded me of that sensation, of the summer's heat, and the sound of the sprinklers, going this way and that, and you wait for them to hit just the right place and you walk into the rain of it, and the smell it spreads and the sound it emits - it was so lively, that sensation in that moment. It was beautiful, pure joy, and at the end he just lay there, in the water, soaked through and through (as he was withing seconds of going into the stream).

...and that's why I go back every year. For these moments.

I must say, I hate seeing these photos being that they came out not so great. The spirit is caught, yes, but the quality of the photos is, well, lacking. It's really high time I put my hands on a decent camera.

( Here they are )

One of my favorite photographing spots, no doubt.

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The Shlomi Shaban show - as seen from my seat way up in the balcony. Lucky I have good zoom.

The guy plating the piano is Shlomi Shaban, the girl with the big hair is Einav Jackson-something (couldn't catch the last name, she was the opening act), the woman with the sparkly short dress and awfull posture is Efrat Gosh, the older woman with the guitar is Koreen Elal (one of Israel's most celebrated singers, and she's gay, and that ain't easy here) and the woman with red lipstick and short dress is Marina Maximilian Blumin (fucking queen)

Awesome show.

( Photos!!!! )

Alex Pager's website gives some great photos of her.

I liked some of her stuff, some is a bit boring for me, but there are a few really great shots there. Go check it out, there aren't that many photos.

I get home by bus every day, and it's dark outside, and the city goes by in long flashes. Sometimes, some days, the music plays just a little bit louder and worms its way into the road. That's when the ride becomes a part of the way my life moves, a part of what I see inside my head even when I close my eyes, a part that I can't really touch, only caress.

This it this ride.

( Horses on the Way Home )

(Also posted on my Facebook Tel Aviv album).

Somehow, the major thing I photographed were people and white stuff.

( The White )

( People )

( And some random pics )

Hagar was here for Atonement Day, so, naturally, besides eating, we spent some time with the camera.

Teaser:


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My mom had a jewelery sale yesterday at my aunt's house, so I went with her to help out. Naturally, my entire afternoon was eaten, but we were able to sell some stuff, which was good. We even sold one pair of the pricier earrings.

I was half dead when we got home, but I got stuck long enough in front of the T.V. to see that the movie "Big" was on in five minutes, so I ended up watching it for the umpteenth time with my dad and I didn't even dose off. I forgot how much cuteness was that movie.

We're having another sale, next Saturday at my sister's house, so if any of you would like to come - you're welcome.

I was also quite glad to find out that a facebook page was a good idea, because most of the women who came said that, yes, they have a facebook page, and yes, they would look for us in there. I put most of my mom's stuff there, in a few albums, except for the newest, which I've already photographed and only need to upload (again, if anyone's interested, the page is here).

I don't really have anything special to do, but I think I'm going to do some stuff for my project, read some and get those photos uploaded. Before all that, though - food. Fried rice, even though I'm not really crazy about the idea, but when I make it I'll eat it and it'll be fine.