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divdivSincer.. nu-mi aduc aminte daca am mai scris despre asta sau nu. Nu cred. Este vorba despre un fotograf chinez, pe numele sau Liu Tao care a iesit sa faca niste poze in Xiamen intr-o zi ploioasa. div align=”justify”La un moment dat a observat un biciclist cazand in mijlocul strazii din cauza unei gropi adanci care nu se vedea, fiind acoperita de o balta./divdiv align=”justify”Liu Tao nu a facut altceva decat sa se aseze in cel mai bun unghi.. si sa astepte ca alti biciclisti sa pateasca acelasi lucru pentru ca el sa-i poata fotografia./divdiv align=”justify”De aici a pornit un mic scandal (prin 1995 se intampla asta) si fotograful a fost acuzat de rea-intentie si blamat indelung pentru ca a stat cu aparatul la ochi asteptand ca un alt om sa pateasca ceva rau.br /br //divdiv align=”justify”Cititorii ziarului Beijing Youth Daily unde au aparut imaginile au trimis la redactie nenumarate scrisori in care il acuzau pe Liu Tao. br /br //divdiv align=”justify”Iata cateva:/divdiv align=”justify”em”The pictures are well shot, but the person who shot this is disgusting. He knew there was a pit, but was waiting there for someone to fall over.”/em/divdiv align=”justify”em”The photographer should really be condemned since he knew there definitely would be other victims.”br /br //em/divdiv align=”justify”Iata cum a raspuns acuzelor Liu Tao:/divdiv align=”justify”em”Someone saw me with the camera and asked if I was a reporter. I said yes. He said that there is a hole in the road and someone had fallen already, and that the media people should make a news report. I looked at where he was pointing to, and I only saw an area of water. I could not even see the road surface, not to mention a hole. Using my reporter’s instinct, I held my camera and waited there. Later, a bicyclist came down the road and he fell over. I took photographs of the process. The photographer’s profession is sometimes very cruel. It was wet and windy, and I stood there for almost an hour before I captured that scene. If I did not get this, I could not use a photograph to claim that there was a hole there. If I could not photograph the hole, the government departments will not pay any attention, and the hole won’t get filled. That would mean even more people falling when it rains. After I took the photos, I went to a nearby construction site and got material to post a sign there to warn people.”br /br //em/divdiv align=”justify”Cateva luni mai tarziu au aparut pe internet alte cateva fotografii cu alti oameni cazand in aceeasi groapa.. fotografiati din diferite unghiuri.. lucru care arata ca Liu Tao nu a servit interesul public asa cum a susinut. br /br //divdiv align=”justify”Nimeni nu contesta faptul ca unele fotografii cauzeaza schimbari sociale sau de atitudine. Un exemplu perfect in acest sens este mai vechiul caz al lui Stanley Forman despre care sigur am mai scris a href=”http://2dor.blogspot.com/2007/02/oldies-but-goldies-consecintele.html”aici./a/divdiv align=”justify”Dar sunt aceste doua cazuri comparabile? Unde se trage linia intre observator si participant? Si cum stii cand ai depasit aceasta limita?br /br //divdiv align=”justify” /divdiv align=”justify”a href=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/R0VuJL2ILWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/mtKOLTN0iDM/s1600-h/277699.jpg”img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135632054163615074″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/R0VuJL2ILWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/mtKOLTN0iDM/s400/277699.jpg” border=”0″ //abr /diva href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/R0VuEb2ILVI/AAAAAAAAAbM/JY6en3NK2TI/s1600-h/277698.jpg”img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135631972559236434″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/R0VuEb2ILVI/AAAAAAAAAbM/JY6en3NK2TI/s400/277698.jpg” border=”0″ //abr /diva href=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/R0VuAL2ILUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/PN0TRv49CbI/s1600-h/277694.jpg”img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135631899544792386″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/R0VuAL2ILUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/PN0TRv49CbI/s400/277694.jpg” border=”0″ //a/div/div/div/div/div

a href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/R0VMRb2ILTI/AAAAAAAAAa8/lNrGbGJal3A/s1600-h/tema2s.jpg”img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135594812502191410″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/R0VMRb2ILTI/AAAAAAAAAa8/lNrGbGJal3A/s400/tema2s.jpg” border=”0″ //a Asta este fotografia pe care am facut-o pentru tema “interactiunea”. Este facuta la concertul sustinut in memoria violonistului Ion Voicu. In imagine - violonistul A. Tomescu multumeste publicului pentru aplauze.br /br /Pentru saptamana viitoare avem o tema mai complexa si mai interesanta. Trebuie sa facem o serie de imagini cu unul dintre colegii de la curs. Subiectul trebuie urmarit cel putin o zi si insotit fara a interveni in nici un fel. Rezultatul trebuie sa fie un fotoreportaj care sa ne arate un aspect.. sau o idee principala.. din viata cotidiana a omului fotografiat. Voi reveni..br /div/div

diva href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/Rz2AIb2ILRI/AAAAAAAAAas/0uOi11cD3eo/s1600-h/transdnestr-m.jpg”img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133400032674327826″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/Rz2AIb2ILRI/AAAAAAAAAas/0uOi11cD3eo/s400/transdnestr-m.jpg” border=”0″ //a br //divdivimg id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133398684054596866″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/Rz1-572ILQI/AAAAAAAAAak/omqBDqiSLtk/s400/_MG_9068m.jpg” border=”0″ //divdivbr //divdivimg id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133400251717659938″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/Rz2AVL2ILSI/AAAAAAAAAa0/3C1a25FlNXA/s400/transdnestr-m+(2).jpg” border=”0″ /br /diva href=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/Rz1-zr2ILPI/AAAAAAAAAac/fn7nLOCAd6Y/s1600-h/_MG_9076ms.jpg”img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133398576680414450″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/Rz1-zr2ILPI/AAAAAAAAAac/fn7nLOCAd6Y/s400/_MG_9076ms.jpg” border=”0″ //a/div/div

div align=”justify”Nu v-am spus care a fost tema pentru saptamana aceasta la cursul de la CJI. Si nu am facut-o cu buna stiinta, pentru ca eu aveam alte planuri. Sa va povestesc..br //divdiv align=”justify”Luni am fost la curs.. tema oficiala care ne-a fost data a fost “EMOTIA”. Trebuia sa producem o fotografie unde sa imortalizam emotia, orice emotie, sub orice forma a ei. O tema destul de permisiva si accesibila.. in fond suntem inconjurati si condusi de emotii.. eu trebuia doar sa surprind manifestarea unei emotii pe chipul cuiva./divdiv align=”justify”Ajung acasa.. si ma intreaba Tea: “Cum a fost la curs? Ce tema ai pe data viitoare?”/divdiv align=”justify”Ma uit la ea.. si imi inghit cuvintele care formasera deja raspunsul automat si care aproape ca imi scapasera. Zambesc. “Nud!” raspund. “Trebuie sa fotografiez un corp nud!”br /Si mi-am asumat aceasta tema fictiva toata saptamana. La final au iesit cateva fotografii pe care nu le voi publica aici. Si pe care nu le pot duce nici la curs. M-am simtit foarte prost dupa toata povestea asta. Meschin si egoist. Aceasta este marturisirea mea. Imi cer scuze!/divdiv align=”justify” /divbr /div align=”justify”/divimg id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131886339780992466″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/Rzgfb6ZTXdI/AAAAAAAAAaE/qbEo84-f4FI/s400/_MG_8745s.jpg” border=”0″ /

div align=”justify”M-am inscris din nou la cursul de fotojurnalism de la CJI. Am mai facut cursul asta acum cativa ani.. si mi-a placut. In general imi place sa vorbesc despre fotografie si despre fotografii, desi frecventa postarilor mele pe acest blog nu confirma asta./divdiv align=”justify”Ma rog.. deci am “acceptat provocarea” lu’ Andrei Pungovschi, care este trainer anul acesta si m-am inscris la curs ca sa descopar cum e privit fotojurnalismul la Missouri University (unde Andrei a facut un master de fotojurnalism), si ca sa vad din punct de vedere didactic cum se abordeaza un asemenea curs la o universitate din SUA./divdiv align=”justify”Eu m-am inscris mai tarziu.. si am ratat doua sedinte.. dar dupa cate mi-am dat io seama lucrurile stau dupa cum urmeaza: ni se da o tema pentru acasa… apoi la curs venim cu niste printuri si le discutam.. apoi ni se da urmatoarea tema. Temele sunt gandite sa atinga exact capitolele “de baza” ale fotojurnalismului.. si feedback-ul de la curs te ajuta sa le si intelegi./divdiv align=”justify”O sa postez aici temele pe care le voi face pentru acest curs./divdiv align=”justify”Prima tema pe care am avut-o eu, (nu uitati ca m-am inscris tardiv) a fost aceea de a fotografia 10 oameni de la mai putin de un metru distanta. Era de preferat ca oamenii sa aiba ceva in comun, dar nu era obligatoriu. De fapt pozele in sine contau mai putin. Ideea era sa inveti sa abordezi pe cineva.. pe un necunoscut.. si sa poti sa-i explici de ce vrei sa-i bagi un aparat de fotografiat in ochi. Eu mi-am ales un grup de muncitori la drumuri care reabiliteaza pasajul Obor. Iata ce a iesit:br /br //divbr /a href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRQb6ZTXcI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6DV8xtfSVP0/s1600-h/1.jpg”img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130814315943910850″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRQb6ZTXcI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6DV8xtfSVP0/s400/1.jpg” border=”0″ //abr /a href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRQN6ZTXbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_eiLf6hXhJs/s1600-h/9.jpg”img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130814075425742258″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRQN6ZTXbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_eiLf6hXhJs/s400/9.jpg” border=”0″ //abr /a href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRQH6ZTXaI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Cv1aGqUPRzw/s1600-h/2.jpg”img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130813972346527138″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRQH6ZTXaI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Cv1aGqUPRzw/s400/2.jpg” border=”0″ //abr /a href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRQB6ZTXZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ALROWoSARQk/s1600-h/3.jpg”img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130813869267312018″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRQB6ZTXZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ALROWoSARQk/s400/3.jpg” border=”0″ //abr /diva href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRP56ZTXYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Wq3zt8NeOfs/s1600-h/4.jpg”img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130813731828358530″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRP56ZTXYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Wq3zt8NeOfs/s400/4.jpg” border=”0″ //a br / diva href=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRPzKZTXXI/AAAAAAAAAZU/QacDTDit2eU/s1600-h/5.jpg”img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130813615864241522″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRPzKZTXXI/AAAAAAAAAZU/QacDTDit2eU/s400/5.jpg” border=”0″ //a br / diva href=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRPrqZTXWI/AAAAAAAAAZM/L53SlR2X_wI/s1600-h/6.jpg”img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130813487015222626″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRPrqZTXWI/AAAAAAAAAZM/L53SlR2X_wI/s400/6.jpg” border=”0″ //abr /diva href=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRPlKZTXVI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3XgpHpIwpKY/s1600-h/7.jpg”img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130813375346072914″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRPlKZTXVI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3XgpHpIwpKY/s400/7.jpg” border=”0″ //abr /diva href=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRPdKZTXUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/VOdUyZA_BfQ/s1600-h/8.jpg”img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130813237907119426″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRPdKZTXUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/VOdUyZA_BfQ/s400/8.jpg” border=”0″ //abr /diva href=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRPTaZTXTI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ggDlECmW3zk/s1600-h/10.jpg”img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130813070403394866″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”" src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xKqa40aUZ50/RzRPTaZTXTI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ggDlECmW3zk/s400/10.jpg” border=”0″ //a/div/div/div/div/div/divbr /br /p/pp align=”justify”strongemLater edit:/em/strong Am uitat sa va zic ce le-am spus si ce reactii am avut. Inainte de astia.. incercasem alt grup de muncitori carora le spusesem ca sunt de la ziarul Cotidianul si ca vreau sa fac un reportaj. N-a fost bine. L-au chemat pe sef.. seful l-a sunat pe seful mai mare.. care cred ca i-a zis la telefon ceva de mama mea. Oricum.. m-au trimis la plimbare. In mod normal ma cert cu ei, sau nu-i intreb. E spatiu public.. la revedere! Acum, insa am luat-o chiar ca pe un exercitiu.. si am vrut sa vad cum reactioneaza. /pp align=”justify”Celor din poze le-am spus ca sunt student si ca am o tema de facut. Si i-a durut in cot. Mi-au zis ca pot sa pozez ce vreau. /p