This weekend after things between London and I got pretty hot and heavy (And then you come in. With your hot. And your heavy.), I spent the weekend rekindling the flame with my first love, Rome. I checked several Rome to-dos off my list, including the Colosseum, Forum, and Palatine, the Ara Pacis, the Mouth of Truth, Piazza Navona’s unexpectedly awesome Chiesa Sant’Agnese in Agone, and Chiesa di San Luigi in Francesi with its three Caravaggio’s. As the weather was positively glorious, we spent much time wandering through some of our favorite increasingly tourist-filled places – Piazza del Popolo, Piazza Navona, Campo de’ Fiori, Fontana di Trevi, the Jewish Ghetto, and of course, our hood, Trastevere – and discovering several new must-eats, Pizzeria di Buffetto and Gelateria del Teatro among the tops. And so, I emerge with some photographs I don’t despise, a profound rarity for me. Behold.
After a couple of weeks of frustration with myself and lack of skills, I think I may just be getting the hang of it. Aperture, shutter speed, ISO, white balance… things that seem much easier than they actually are. But my pictures are requiring less and less editing every day, which leaves me feeling much more optimistic.
As I am currently telling my roomies, there was some tension happening between me and my photography professor today. (Totally kidding family and Eric) But seriously, what is it about Italian men? Italian people for that matter. They just have an aura, which I intend to unsuccessfully emulate. I also think they stop aging at 35, but that’s just a working theory. Add to that the fact that English spoken in an Italian accent with that pack-a-day rasp is approximately 683 times sexier than American English…
Anyway. I really enjoyed my first photography class. Particularly the part when he rambled about his theory on photography. It’s not recording, it’s creating. It’s not documenting travel, it’s bringing yourself to your subject. Read the following in broken English with an Italian accent:
“This is the first Copernican Revolution. It’s not taking things from the outside but from inside out.”
This is PLS Scientific Inquiry in action people. (#thingsnooneseversaid) But seriously, I couldn’t help but break into a smile. I almost want to tell Stapleford this happened. My brain was immediately flooded with thoughts of films flying off objects into my eye and images of the Aristotle soul diagram on the whiteboard with Lesley. Missin’ all you PLS peeps.
He also talked about what people think travel photography is vs. what it should be, people using cameras to record images vs. photographers. Maybe by the end of the semester I can make my way into the latter category. Kick your mental Italian accent filter into gear again:
“The Colosseum does not need your picture to be a great masterwork. But my feet, my feet are nothing. But maybe with your picture, they become a work of art. That is the magic of photography.”
Come on, how inspired are you right now? We also watched this clip, an interview with Henri Cartier-Bresson, which I loved so I had to put it on here. Apparently he’s considered the father of modern photojournalism, and a master of candid photography. He died in 2004, which my professore seemed genuinely distressed about. (Colleen and Katie did you study him? Hit me up). So yeah, the creative juices are flowing.