• Photography

    a measure of yellow. a measure of blue.

    You’re the colour of renewal, of life. As the sun leeches the blue out of you, you succumb to a sickly, yellowish tinge. But while you’re at your best, vibrant and deep, you’re flexible, beautiful, strong and limber, fresh and true. Stay good. Stay green.

  • Photography

    passages

    If posting has been a little erratic lately that’s in part because I’ve been gearing up for a week-long exhibition I’m taking part in called Printemps Des Artistes which opens in Galatasaray next week. The theme is Passages. I’ve been trying for the last couple of months to shoot, select and narrow down a number of photos which fit this theme, but also sing of Istanbul. The images shown here were shot for this purpose but didn’t make the final cut. While it’s a fantastic compliment to be asked to be part of an exhibition,  narrowing down the images for my first exhibition was really difficult for me. Fortunately, I had plenty of guidance from the organizers and was also able to draw upon the expertise of a true friend, Ahmet Polat — I couldn’t have done it without you. All the self-induced torture and torment dissipated when I saw…

  • People,  Photography,  Places

    Kids and cameras

    One of the great things about taking pictures in Turkey is you don’t always have to look for subjects. Sometimes your subjects find you. Yesterday as I was taking a walk around with my friend, Ahmet, a proper professional photographer, he had the idea of going to the top of a parking garage to get a different, unobstructed view of Galata Tower. As he was shooting four kids sprang upon me wanting their photos taken. It’s always a gift when something like this happens. When you have willing subjects there’s an interesting energy at play. Their leader in particular, was a real comedian, posing and alive, proud to display his tattoos on either arm, and showing me the invisible boat on his back which had sailed away, he said, pointing at the Bosporus. After Ahmet and I finished up taking pictures here, we took a walk to Eminönü. We were…

  • Photography,  Places

    Balat textures

    Balat is one of my favorite places to get inspired. It may be run down but the light shines differently here. There are textures, colors, scents and a mood you won’t find anywhere else in Istanbul. Last time I visited my fingers were freezing on the shutter release. Yesterday was a different story. A whole new experience, in sun-drenched, tumble-down Balat.

  • Photography,  Places

    Neighborhood watch: Tarabya

    In a few months we’ll probably be leaving our beloved Yeniköy for Tarabya, one village farther up the Bosporus towards the Black Sea. Like Yeniköy it’s originally a Greek village (Therapia). However, it differs from Yeniköy significantly in that it has a large natural harbor dominated by the architecture of the Tarabya Hotel which is currently under renovation. This building is unique to the Bosporus in both its architecture and its size and under normal circumstances would be an illegal building for the Bosporus, exceeding its building height restrictions, yet somehow this one snuck through. While I wouldn’t want more hotels like this crowding the shores of the Bosporus, I’m actually quite fond of it and its placement at one of the last points before the strait curls towards the Black Sea. Tarabya is a very mixed neighborhood. Waterside there are pricey properties and perhaps one too many a fish…

  • Photography

    B&W Istanbul

    You’re a stable chaos. A dangerous haven. Your noisy kind of quiet makes the sane crazy, and the crazy sane. From a lit up night you deliver a dark dawn. Your ugly beauty gives me a raging love. Your deep shadows frame the most brilliant displays.You ruin and make me, kill and resurrect me daily. We’re friends and bitter enemies. You make sin a virtue and virtue a sin. Istanbul, black and white, shadow and light.

  • Photography

    Dilovasi Steel

    By now you probably know I am fascinated by heavy industry, shipping and any kind of adventure involving these sorts of things. This Saturday I went to observe Ciner’s Fatih self-loading steel into its holds at Dilovasi on the Marmara using its four onboard cranes under leaden skies. As usual the scale of these things seems monstrous. I’m sorry I didn’t get any usable shots of the refinery itself—equal parts ugly and fascinating—as I ended up hearing a hearty bellow from security when I tried to snap a few in the parking lot. Maybe this will inspire you if you’re expected to do some heavy lifting this week. Happy Monday.

  • Mind / Body,  Photography,  Places

    Seeing roses

    Everywhere I go lately I’m seeing roses — and I don’t mean this in the proverbial sense. In Yeniköy, Tarabya and all sorts of other places there seems to be an explosion of these flowers. Red ones firing off over fences.  Pink ones blasting through slatted rails. Yellow ones bursting through every imaginable crevice. It’s an assault of color like none I’ve ever seen before. Last year I didn’t notice nearly so many. What happened? Perhaps I simply wasn’t paying attention, or perhaps they were simply planning their attack.  I’m trying not to fight it. We can co-exist, right? Though to a lot of people they may seem like a cheesy symbol of romance and bad poetry, I have to say I’m beginning to respect them a little bit more, un-plucked and on the vine. Perhaps it’s all the reading I’ve done on alchemy and Rosicrucianism. Perhaps it’s what natural healer Jayda…