date » 28-07-2026 17:48
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still life, contax rts studio porche, tusunami olympus early 70s, la paptente, my profession, kemal babdrak kemal, studio foto lampo potenza, vincenzo carrese publifoto milano, rollei biottica, gossen lunasix exposition, thumnerwald,
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The square-format twin-lens Rolleiflex—which gets so little talk regarding the portable invention of the photographic medium, as if one only ever named a Boaz and not oly Joachim : Alchemy, to be precise. Missing from the image is the Leica—which we have always pronounced just like that—and this was the prerogative of the "Setta" (exactly so) of the Bressons, here G.B. Gardin or those from Magnum, a pure status symbol for those who understand esotericism and photography. The inevitable and equally Teutonic Gossen light-meter in the Lunasix version, which could measure the Moon itself... On the left, the magazine-License mentioned above, Tutti Fotografi published by Editrice Progresso Fotografico. Equipment of a certain "weight." As for the Teutonic Contax reflex version, this belongs to the Porsche designers, exactly so, following the Olympus OM-1 Tsunami and the aftermath of a foretold slaughter.
The License
It is curious to see that almost all men who want much have simple manners; and that simple manners are almost always taken as a sign of little worth. Leopardi
...continue... No, nothing to do with Pirandello or the performance of that puppet named Totò. More prosaically, the "paperwork" supporting what we have been writing (see the About)—that is to say... what we write on odd days, but even ones too: the ranks or, to stay on subject, the License itself. Supporting paperwork Anno Domini 1970, September. And I was already behind a lab counter, making my mark with the Rollei, which was the standard-issue camera back then; the Hasselblad would come later, though already in use in "Mlano" ahh, just like the RZ Mamiya... but back to us.
And so, again, there were the profs from "Mlano" complete with their cursus studiorum, their "academy," or even, no less Italian, sons of... descendants of a certain "noble house": nothing to do with Giovanni Gastel, no. By ranks, we mean what the "people" expect: the calamari, see, on the suit lapel that make the rank. Conversely, for those who actually served as soldiers, there are the ranks bitten on the battlefield: metaphorically speaking or however you like. Sure, they might not hold equal dignity for the "people," and yet... And from here to wrap things up. Yes, when I write that I have been a photographer since 1969, I don't do it to show off, nothing like that. In fact, to tell the whole truth, I was preceded as a sharp-shooter at the Foto-Lampo Lab (a studio for ceremonies and a miniature version of Carrese's Publifoto in "Mlano," ahh with its own journalist, a bit strange but functional) by my lifelong friend, of whom I no longer have news other than that he is in Prato; and we ought to write about that fact, but readers couldn't care less: the scrollers who have other things to think about, so be it. But then, what are they thinking about? Do they still have neurons or just strings of text in base 1 and 0? Pimps and hacks with a camera preaching from their pulpits, syphilitic as they are: ah, what a joy to read the nonsense of certain... but here it is wise and proper (contempt?) to keep quiet, which is better. The License is served...
date » 02-05-2026 09:16
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analogic era, kodak epr 64, slide kodak, reportage, ferrania papers, ferrania p 30, tomato recipe, hands to work, natural light, food photography, zeiss 135 mm, contax rts,
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The strength of those hands, etched with deep furrows and engaged in the ritual of cunserv' (tomato in bottle for winter seanson when in old time never tomato is possible to made any recipe), tells a story that crosses and connects generations.
This image captures a moment of the domestic tomato ritual from a place here in Lucania in southern Italy, where a "cunserv' p' l'invern'" (stock tomato for winter) was both a necessity and an art (again, for example, a tall and shapely aunt tried to do in New York in the Sixties) like (other memory) the wine made by Agostino Coppola from Bernalda, in the province of Matera—who, in the 1920s, produced wine in the basement of his New York apartment building—this quintessentially female ritual represents an identity that Generation Z is entirely unaware of.
The Rendering of the Film: The chromatic density of the EPR 64 slide emerges with that deep blue that only the chemistry of the last century could deliver, preserved here by the reproduction made with my faithful iPhone "sketchbook".
The 135mm lens Zeiss, used in this shoot, on the Contax RTS isolated the moment with surgical precision, transforming domestic labor into a Mandala of pure concentration, free from distractions.
The Invisible Retouch: The intervention of the "trained silicon" acted like my uncle's that via pencil, on the inclined table, retouched the negative for studio-portrait as Hollywood scene essence, eliminating those intruders that were impossible to remove on location at the time of the shoot in the 1970s.
Professional Technique: Despite the use of Photoshop Elements, the structure of the image maintains that analog dignity belonging to my professional history with Ferrania and its specific surfaces.