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Apr 25, 2014 / 6 notes

I love street photography but it’s not really my genre but I have just reblogged a fantastic article by Richard Kalvar which I hope some of you  find  the time to read. It is such an  interesting and inspirational piece  in regards to shooting street photography.

If you truly love street photography check out Erick Kim’s blog and inte rviews with some jaw droppingly good street photographers.

 http://erickimphoto.tumblr.com/

Apr 25, 2014 / 91 notes

erickimphoto:

Photos copyrighted by Richard Kalvar / Magnum Photos

Add more mystery and drama to your street photography today: 18 Lessons Richard Kalvar Has Taught Me About Street Photography

Apr 24, 2014 / 32 notes

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Apr 22, 2014 / 30 notes
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Apr 15, 2014 / 45 notes

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Apr 15, 2014 / 44 notes

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Apr 13, 2014 / 5 notes

Where to go in Florence and Venice?

My sister is going to be in Florence and Venice for a week towards the end of May/early June and I was wondering if anyone in Tumblr land could recommend places to visit or have dinner at  that maybe only the locals know about……I am thinking good pizzas too!

I would be grateful for any recommendations from locals or fellow travellers. 

Michele

Just some beautiful light these last few days now we are in Autumn and I found this old bowl of my mothers the other day  and loved the shadows it created…The harsh light of Summer is starting to dissipate along with the last crop of  cherry tomatoes from my new garden and I have to store my collection of ceramic hands somewhere :)
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Apr 12, 2014 / 37 notes

Just some beautiful light these last few days now we are in Autumn and I found this old bowl of my mothers the other day  and loved the shadows it created…The harsh light of Summer is starting to dissipate along with the last crop of  cherry tomatoes from my new garden and I have to store my collection of ceramic hands somewhere :)

All photography ©Michele Randell - 2014. All rights reserved

Mustacho
My sister is really a clown at heart and whilst taking some portraits of her that didn’t really express her personality this shot was the fun and silly one that finally did :)
Love you my silly sis xoxox
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Apr 12, 2014 / 113 notes

Mustacho

My sister is really a clown at heart and whilst taking some portraits of her that didn’t really express her personality this shot was the fun and silly one that finally did :)

Love you my silly sis xoxox

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I am a big fan of Andrew Volk’s work….
http://andrew-volk.tumblr.com/
Apr 11, 2014 / 71 notes

I am a big fan of Andrew Volk’s work….

http://andrew-volk.tumblr.com/

Disturbia Series (ongoing)
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Apr 10, 2014 / 41 notes

Disturbia Series (ongoing)

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Disturbia Series ( ongoing project)
I have finally had time to edit some images from this ongoing series which some of you may remember from my last Tumblr account
 I believe some are getting even stranger :)
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Apr 10, 2014 / 28 notes

Disturbia Series ( ongoing project)

I have finally had time to edit some images from this ongoing series which some of you may remember from my last Tumblr account

 I believe some are getting even stranger :)

All photography ©Michele Randell - 2014. All rights reserved

As women, when we’re children we’re taught to enter the world with big hearts. Blooming hearts. Hearts bigger than our damn fists. We are taught to forgive - constantly - as opposed to what young boys are taught: Revenge, to get ‘even.’ Our empathy is constantly made appeals to, often demanded for. If we refuse to show kindness, we are reprimanded. We are not good women if we do not crush our bones to make more space for the world, if we do not spread our entire skin over rocks for others to tread on, if we do not kill ourselves in every meaning of the word in the process of making it cozy for everyone else. It is the heat generated by the burning of our bodies with which the world keeps warm. We are taught to sacrifice so much for so little. This is the general principle all over the world.

By the time we are young women, we are tired. Most of us are drained. Some of us enter a lock of silence because of that lethargy. Some of us lash out. When I think of that big, blooming heart we once had, it looks shriveled and worn out now. When I was teaching, I had a young student named Mariam. She was only 11 years old. Some boy pushed her around in class, called her names, broke her spirit for the day. We were sitting under a chestnut tree on a field trip and she asked me if a boy ever hurt me. I told her many did and I destroyed them one by one. I think that’s the first time she ever heard the word ‘destroyed.’ We rarely teach our girls to fight back for the right reasons.

Take up more space as a woman. Take up more time. Take your time. You are taught to hide, censor, move about without messing up decorum for a man’s comfort. Whether it’s said or not, you’re taught balance. Forget that. Displease. Disappoint. Destroy. Be loud, be righteous, be messy. Mess up and it’s fine – you are learning to unlearn. Do not see yourself like glass. Like you could get dirty and clean. You are flesh. You are not constant. You change. Society teaches women to maintain balance and that robs us of our volatility. Our mercurial hearts. Calm and chaos. Love only when needed; preserve otherwise.

Do not be a moth near the light; be the light itself. Do not let a man’s ocean-big ego swallow you up. Know what you want. Ask yourself first. Decide your own pace. Decide your own path. Be cruel when needed. Be gentle only when needed. Collapse and then re-construct. When someone says you are being obscene, say yes I am. When they say you are being wrong, say yes I am. When they say you are being selfish, say yes I am. Why shouldn’t I be? How do you expect a woman to stand on her two feet if you keep striking her at the ankles.

There are multiple lessons we must teach our young girls so that they render themselves their own pillars instead of keeping male approval as the focal point of their lives. It is so important to state your feelings of inconvenience as a woman. We are instructed to tailor ourselves and our discomfort - constantly told that we are ‘whining’ and ‘nagging’ and ‘complaining too much.’ That kind of silence is horribly violent, that kind of insistence upon uniformly nodding in agreement to your own despair, and smiling emptily so no man is ever uncomfortable around us. Male-entitlement dictates a woman’s silence. If we could see the mimetic model of the erasure of a woman’s voice, it would be an incredibly bloody sight.

On a breezy July night, my mother and I were sleeping under the open sky. Before dozing off, I told her that I think there is a special place in heaven where all wounded women bury their broken hearts and their hearts grow into trees that only give fruit to the good and poison to the bad. She smiled and said Ameen. Then she closed her eyes.

A Woman of War by Mehreen Kasana (via frommimiwithlove)

(via frommimiwithlove)

Apr 8, 2014 / 17,645 notes
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Apr 7, 2014 / 41 notes

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Apr 6, 2014 / 70 notes

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