Showing posts with label Marrakech Morocco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marrakech Morocco. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Morocco through sliding photography (a new concept?)

Here is a video from my last visit to Morocco, about a year ago (remember?). It contains some of the many blury pictures I shot while moving.
Sometimes you can see the possibility of a good picture, but you don't have the time or the camera to make it true. While in a car in Morocco, I thought "hey, my cell phone can shoot pictures and they don't have to be stable. I'm not going to publish them or anything, I will shoot them just to remind me the moment". So, I started shooting everything I saw. Some of these pictures turned out stable, but I didn;t find them nearly as interesting as the distorted ones. Distortion in time, space, geometry, motion, the prevalence of colors over the shapes and the bluring of the insignificant details give to these pictures an unintented but wellcomed quality.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Marrakech: Dirty but colorful

Europe is like an old, big, beautiful house with a garden, old furniture, family portraits, books and precious objects. Each object, each corner, each square cm of dust is related to an old story of glory and family pride. Sometimes the past has been modified to look better, but there always is an interesting past. You need more than a whole life to explore the old house and you have been born there, you 've lived your whole life in this building (and the garden).

One day you decide to open the front door, just to have a look. You push your head out, in the (not so clean) air and you stare at the amazing sight: this is the outside wall, just a tiny part of what is outside your Europe. It feels so different and alive. It's not about the stories you 've heard, it's about what you are seeing right here and now. What are you going to do next?

We decided to push our head out of the European front door, just to have a glance. Europe has many front doors, e.g. We could go to Turkey through Greece, or we could travel to Rusia. We chose Morocco, a country that is really close to Spain and Portugal, at least geographically. Morocco and its neighboring countries share a lot of cultural and historical elements, and since most of us had seen parts of Spain and/or Portugal, we thought it wouldn't be a huge shock. We just needed somebody to push as out.