It seems that there is a point in life when the extraordinary takes a turn to the mundane. When a latte becomes a necessity rather than a treat, when I love you becomes hello and goodbye, or when you refuse to read novels because your eyes have adjusted to the diatribes in-scripted in textbooks. How do you avoid this treacherous turn? I do so by capturing color. Color of the extraordinary within the ordinary. The small things like a graffitied wall make me happy. I believe that people forget how powerful form can be. Form itself can tell a subtext like Jean Pierre Jeunet does in "Amelie" or Fernado Meirelles and Katia Lund do in "City of God". The best example we have seen of this was the experimental piece from the disposable film festival "Folded" by Surabhi Saraf. Each tiled fold embraces a wave pattern of color. The content is simple but the film its self is really beautiful due to form. Sometimes it is easier to show then to tell allowing you (the viewer) to come to your own conclusion.
Here are some raw (unedited aka a bit shitty quality) examples of pictures I took while in New York and around Europe:
Links:
CIty of God http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ioUE_5wpg_E
Folded http://vimeo.com/21678734
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