Weekend in Barcelona

Last weekend I spent in Barcelona. I guess when travelling around the word people think, that everything that is close to you is not good enough… Well may be that this is also a reason that I haven’t been in Barcelona before, but I manage to travel around Russia, Asia, Central America…To bad… It is a great city! I just love the contrast to the London… It was warm, easy going, sea side, good food, people playing guitar on the street while drinking beer, everywhere smells like in Kingston… … But there aretwo things that I liked the most there… Ther are pigeons in the city ofcourse, BUT they have also a vast population of parrots, flying around the city! Nice, small, green parrots! You simply can not hate the city with occasionally green sky full of parrots!? And the other thing is Bicyng. Bicycles that are part of the public transport only for locals. They have stands with about 20-30 bikes every 300 meters all around the town where you can take a bike, drive around for 2 hours before you have to put it back on any stand anywhere around the town, where if you need bike for longer you just wait for 10 minutes and you can take it again… + The city is quite small, with nice wide streets so the cycling is really great and not a battle for the life like in London… The other two highlights (beside being with my love of course) were also… A local restaurant that looks like a fish market. When you come in you see the counter with ice and all kind of fish, shells, octopus, lobsters, shrimps, squid & co on it… And than you just show what do you want, how much of it and how do you want to be made… And than you pick the food up when you are called. Mmmm..Fantastic and CHEAP!     All the time I was bugging Maja…when are we going to meet Manu Chao, where does he lives…?! … Well we haven’t meet him this time… But on the last day in Barcelona I was walking around the city and I heard some great music… I followed the sound and there it was… A great 8 member band with trumpets, double bass, drums… Dancing, jumping and playing great ska, funky, etno music.. Just what I needed! I even bought their cd for the support and that was also the only souvenir from Barca… The band is called Microguagua, so if you have a chance to see them anywhere… go for it! Of course we can not write about Barca without mentioning the Gaudi… Great stuff, love him! Hmm, and I almost missed the plane on the way back because there was no bus to airport that suppose to be…?! So we needed to take a bus to a town near bye and than take a cab… Whatever…

This time a bit more photos… The photos on the end… I was standing on the top of the escalator and I was wondering how many people are going to look up to the camera… I was not that visible, but people do not run downstairs like in London, so they are a bit more curious/ aware about the soundings… I think it could be a nice series If I would stay there for a day or two…5…365…

Sagrada Familia

Parrots

Gaudi Park

THE restaurant

Halloween/ Bday party

Well this Halloween started like that… Should we go out tonight? I thing we should, it is my Birthday tomorrow…lets celebrate… But we don’t have anything to ware…Hmm… lets check the local Charity shop… Bingo… 2 shirts, 2 jackets ready to be demolished… Quick run to overcrowded costume shop on Old street to get some fake blood, some face paint and we were almost ready… We got almost ready at home and we looked quite scary already but at Marja’s place in Mile End where we had a meeting point we added also some wax wounds, face powder and Bday hat and voila… Finito… The party continues in Shoreditch where I finally manage to see amigo Silky dj-jing… Fun night…

I just came from Barcelona, tomorrow I am flying to Slovenia so I am a bit busy to write some more… But… Coming soon…

Before

After

Before

After

Bday present

 

Peace demonstrations in London & some more exhibitions

This year was the 3rd time that I went to see the peace demonstrations. The peace procession walks from Hyde Park to Trafalgar square where you can hear speeches, some Bob Dylan style musicians playing on their guitar etc. It was inspiring as always. To see people of all ages, races, beliefs marching together for world peace… I know I sound pathetic but you can really feel the energy and devotion of that people. I think it was the first year that came around 300.000 people? I have to check the number in my old blog post again… But this year came only about 3000 demonstrators…? What happened? Are the people so worried about the recession that they forgot about the war in Afghanistan where are still lots of the British troops…? But what cheered me up the most was that I saw and took the photo of the same grandpa with the anti war poster that I saw and took photo of also last year and the year before! So this time was the 3rd time that I accidently came across in the crowd of thousands! I had a quick chat with him since I was so happy to see him again… He told me that he demonstrates every weekend in his hometown! (I couldn’t figure out which tow this was, since the grandpa has new false teeth, so those SSSSs were too much to handle in that noise, but I will tell you the next year when I meet him again…) And exhibitions again… I checked my favourite Hamiltons gallery where I was again the exhibition of Roger Ballen, I visited Whitechapel Gallery, another 2 boring exhibitions that are part of the East London Photography month BUT the best exhibition that I saw was not even photographic. It was an exhibition of young contemporary artist (1983) Ben Ashton in the old funeral bureau? on the Brick Lane. He challenges us to look at what we are seeing and to question it by giving us a different perspective on a familiar world. Me and my flatmate Andraz even met him at exhibition so we had really nice chat about his work. He told us that he was inspired by Victorian newly discovered toys as kaleidoscope, stereoscope, re discovered camera obscura… But what inspired me the most is that he build all those thing, and believe me there was lots of the weird huge boxes there and he build all that thing by himself + not to mention of course all the paintings and ok there were also some photographs that he create. Shit.. I could write for a while about all his works, but… Just google him up… BUT…ok.. one of the things that I liked the most… There was one big box of octagonal shape with two holes to look through on each plane. And when u looked through you could see 3d – stereoscopic image of a tied guy (all the photos, paintings are self portraitures of the artist). And since there were 8 planes and 16 holes to look though…well you could see this 3d image from all the side… Well, now I guess it sounds boring, but… you should see it by yourself… Soon is coming the blogpots about my B day parties… Halloween and Dj Shantell…

aaaaa..this wordpress is fu**** me lately… I can not upload all the photos… So there are some more photos coming if I can sort this out…

 

The legend!

Fashionista

The exhibition

greesy

flatmate in cameraobscura

The author

Arsenal:Liverpool & Wonderbra party

The most interesting things that happened for me this week were The Wonderbra house party at my ex flatmate Majas new place, the annual Peace demonstrations, my fist football mach in UK – Arsenal vs. Liverpool, attending couple of exhibitions again and stretching my brains to come up with a faaaantastic idea for my final major project and dissertation (which didn’t happened jet… )

Maja lives with two CCs (Creative Croatians) a bit off the Brick Lane so about 10 minutes away from our house. Fine company especially when the theme party is happening. Since the theme was Wonderbra and I haven’t drank enough beer in my life to grow my own boobs, Maja promised me to lend me her bra to use it. I didn’t put too much effort to fill my bra so I only put two oranges in to have my B coup full. Some other people on the party were much more innovative so you could see there a milking bra, bling bling DIY bra, knitted nipples, duct taped nipples, burlesque type bra, painted on DD boobs etc… There was even a reward for the best bra/boobs. I think there is no need to explain that it was much fun. I came home wearing big bra with red dots on that serves as a decor/gloves holder of our hallway now. And considering the photos… No it was not such a mayhem there just camera around my neck was quite busy shooting everything that looked a bit odd.

Football… I went there with Benjamin that put a lot of effort to get these desirable tickets before they were sold out. I came straight from the college to Arsenal and Ben quickly slipped in something more comfortable for this match – a red shirt, so we looked at least a bit like Arsenal fans (they have red-white track suits). And then we followed the red river of people to this holy place of UKs No1 sport. We had good sits just above the goal. Well just above is a bit too ambitious to say since we were in row 117? But nevertheless it was a fine view and we enjoyed big time. We even tried to learn some fans song but we could not understand a word they were saying/singing –except Arsenaaaal, England… And hmm… If you hate Tottenham, stand up! We didn’t see any of the ˝famous˝ hooligans I guess because we were sitting in between hot dog eating families and couples. No alcohol drinks were allowed on the stands so the biggest fans?!?! went 5 minutes before the halftime to the bars so they did not cue too long to get the most expensive beer… (3.40  for 2 decilitres). There were 60.004 spectators so about 996 did not show up to fill up the remaining seats.

The finale score was 2:1 for Arsenal… Liverpool – wankers ( I learned that as well)!

Well that’s all folks.

New posts are coming soon… Should be interesting since Halloween is coming, my birthday, concert of DJ Shantell and first of all the post about peace demonstrations…

Aja, da ne pozabim.. Na moji polici se praši en sexy rdeče vijolčen Olympus FE-4000. Povsem nov digitalček z 12mio pixli, 26mm širokim kotom, 4x digitalnim zumom…ravnopravšnji za v žep in super božično/novoletno darilo! V torgovini se prodaja po 150eur, pri meni pa dobite lep 30% popust!

Coloseum

Arsenaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal

He is shooting aaaaaaand…

goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal

what? Where is the ball…?!

Th host in Burkini… (burkha+bikini)

Knitted nipples

Milking boobs WON the thophy!

I u dont have outstanding boobs u have to be at least funny…

Hairy boobs…

Framed boobs…

Disco boobs

blured boobs

boobs are goetting wild

I hate when people play with my boobs!!!

No boobs here… I just liked the view out of the window…

Polaroid, Damien Hirst and Pablo Francisco

Last year lots of my blog posts started with I love but I hate London… And it looks like this year is going to be just the same. I adore all this possibilities, various things to see, to doo, to engage with but in the other hand it makes me desperate because there is no time to do everything. Should be researching for my mayor project and dissertation? Going around discovering the city? Visiting all this exhibitions? Looking for work? Shooting for magazines? Do some sports? Hang out and party with people? Reading fantastic books from the college library? Watch some movies? Fly to Barcelona to visit my girlfriend? Fly to Slovenia on a photo shoot? I wish that day would have 30 hours and a week 10 days so I could do at least 2 from the list in one day!

Well day before yesterday I actually manage to do even 5 things! Jeeej… Went to college, I meet a friend photographer, went to see 2 great exhibitions, I did some research for my major project (mp) and I have even saw a movie before going to sleep.

The first exhibition that I saw was called Polaroid and you can still see it in Atlas gallery till 28^th of November. I never liked Polaroid’s to much. I guess I saw a Polaroid camera for the first time in a circus when I was about 5 years old and a sad sad clown with the smell of alcohol coming out of his big red mouth pushed a baby chimpanzee in my lap and took a photo of me. My parents bought that Polaroid even through (or because of that?) baby chimp smacked my face before leaving… The next association linked with Polaroid’s is that it became really fashionable in last few years so it was used in all possible designs, CGP-s, shirts and I saw mostly untalented people using it to express their ˝artistic˝ side and that is why I didn’t like them to much… Until yesterday…

I must say that Polaroid’s have some special power – aura. Like the artist Marc Quinn once said… They are like a sculpture of a photograph. When you press the button, the Polaroid comes out of the camera, and image is transformed into an object… There is only one of a kind, unique piece, one size, which is so small that you have to come really close when you are walking around the gallery and you have to take some time to think, deconstruct the image…

In the gallery you can see and also buy Polaroid’s taken by David Bailey, Andy Warhol, Helmut Newton, Nobuyoshi Araki, Walker Evans, Robert Mapplethrope, Elliott Erwitt, Rankin… The prices for this small photographs varies from 950 £ to 13.400 £. Everlasting dilemma…to buy a new car or a unique masterpiece to hang at home on top of the fireplace (let’s be realistic…a dusty radiator).

The other exhibition that I saw was the exhibition of notorious Damien Hirst at The Wallace Collection. Waaaw, what a setting! Exhibition is held in a mansion in middle of London where you can see the as the brochure says the finest collection of art ever assembled by one family. Crazy… Numerous rooms all filled up with huge paintings, golden chests, clocks, chandeliers, carpets… Even more impressive as some much bigger castles and collections that I have seen in Bavarian and Austrian castles… And in one of the mansions rooms you can see Damien’s – No Love Lost. (25 new paintings). I am not an art expert so it is hard to tell at this point something really relevant but I liked the works and I would not mind if the Skull with Ashtray, Lemon and Cigarettes would hang next to Newton’s Polaroid above the radiator in my room.

What else…? Yesterday we went to see famous comedian Pablo Francisco. I saw lots of his clips on youtube that I really liked, the venue was only 10 minutes walking from my place, so why the hell not… The venue was crazy Ard Deco building and it was perfect for such event. But this time it was for the first time that the ˝warming up˝ comedians were actually much better than the star comedian! Those guys had some really cool jokes but Pablo… It looked like he was on cocaine and he was only doing stupid funny noises, the movie announcer guy voice (see the clip and you will know what I mean), Schwarzenegger, same trick with his hat falling of his hat all the time and that was it… In about 40 minutes of his show he made me laugh 2,5 times which is a really bad outcome since we pay 25£ to see a star comedian that borrow his voice to some characters in The Simpsons and The Family Guy… The ’strange taste’ in our mouths was soon washed away in Georges Tavern with a pint of Guinness and live Brazilian music.

Polaroids

Hirst…

Just one of the rooms in Wallace collection…

Mr. Pablo…

Saviour of the night…

Underwater photoshoot

I must say that this year’s ˝investment˝ into the underwater case for my photo camera was a great decision. One of the proves that the investment was good is that the case is not lying in the part of my room where my old MUST HAVE telescope lies accompanied by MUST HAVE rock climbing shoes, must have tennis racket and the other must have but rarely used things…

Not only that I am still using it quite often, it also benefited big time to my fashion photography business. The reason I bought it in the first place was to shoot for college competition for CPL aromas. Photos produced in first 2 photo shoots brought me the first prize on that competition and they also got me into the best 6 photographers in Google photography award. Like you probably know already were those photos exhibited in Saatchy gallery in London which is absolutely a great success. Well more recently I saw that those photos were used in Sample magazine published by the UNI and they also got me another two commissions for fashion editorials.

And actually this long introduction is only because I want to write about my most recent underwater editorial that I shoot for the biggest Slovenian fashion magazine – Modna. The best part this time was that I was working with a wonderful team of 2 stylists, 2 models, makeup artist and 4 assistants and that my only task this time was to shoot the photos. I did not have to be bothered by booking the models, getting stylist, MUA, location… Well I was still closely involved in organisation and I was helping to get the best location, models, props, assistants… But since that was my 4^th underwater shoot and the biggest one I had to do something new and interesting… What would that be? What could make my shooting hard as hell? Weeeell, first of all to shoot this time in the pool that is more than 2meters deep and not only 150cm like in previous times, that I want to shoot with several lights and not only two of them, and that I will put inside the pool not one, not 2, but 20 huge balloons! Putting the huge balloons under the water cause us 1000 and one problem. First how and where to get so many balloons (thx to mr. Balonomanija for huge help with that!!!), than how to fill them up with 500 litres of water in a decent time, how many air has to be inside that balloons are going to float in the water and how many weights we have to put on that they won’t run away when they are in the pool. Despite the fact that I had 4 assistants helping me it still took us hours to arnge everything to be perfect! We arrived on location at 16.00 and I came home at 3.00. I guess the funniest part of the shoot were all the different techniques how of my lovely assistants how to sink me to the bottom of the pool and pulling me out for each shot. Coz when you hold your breath you cannot sink really got to take a shoot and also floating all the time above the water especially with the camera and synch cable to trigger the fleshes attached to it was not the easiest thing to do… Don’t ask how we did it but next time I am getting a scuba gear for sure!

And again… Special thx to fantastic assistants Ciril, Uroš, Klemen and Kaja! I could not do it without even one of them missing! And of course without the big boss Alenka, stylist Barbara, MUA Luka and great models Jana and that I am sure are not going to another pool for about 4-6 years after this experience… Oh and a specialy thx also to mr. Jaka Vinsek for hit technical support, to Milos and his diver friends, Perci, Andrej…

Well the magazine with my cover and 10 page editorial is the shops since yesterday so go get it! Just in case you cannot get the magazine in jour local store you can see the photos below…

This time we were shooting on – 2 meters… For upcoming shoot for Modna we are going to even bigger extremes! We are going to shoot -500 meters under the surface, but that is another story for the next time…

Oh… If you missed yesterdays exhibition with my (Yugoplastik) photo exhibited on East London Photo Month, you still have chance to see it… It was a fun fun fun night out on Brick Lane… 3 photographers, 1 architect, 1 dr., 1 mua, 1 clothes designer, 1 graphic designer, 1 human rights guy and one entertainment law guy!

Credits:

Photographer: Matjaz Tancic

Stylists: Barbara Zgalin, Alenka Birk

Makeup and hair: Luka Leskosek

Models: Nikolina R. (Talia models) and Jana K. (Bronz)

Assistents: CIril Jazbec, Uros Zuraj, Klemen Ilovar, Kaja Pogacar

 

And here are some backstage photos by Ciril Jazbec

Filling up the baloons

Patent for fireing the flashes under the watter by Jackec…

Dont feed the models…But do feed the photographer!

Shoot Spitalfields – Photo Treasure Hunt & I Bag Exhibition in Ljubljana

Well I just arrived from the college where we had a big discussion with my dear professor Mark about blogging, keeping databases doing sketchbooks (that I personally haaaate) etc… Well the main conclusion what stucked in my head when I came home is that NOW is the time that I was avoiding it so long… The time that my blog is going to become more bilingual and that there is going to be even more photography related stuff inside and specially those topics are going to be mainly in English… Well this is how I am going to try to improve my English a bit and make my blog a bit more international… I bet you don’t mind that to much…And I hope you wont be to critical because of my English and mistakes…BUUUUT… still there are going to be some longer posts that I am going to keep in Slovene and I will ad only a brief English caption because there would be simply to much work to write it in 2 languages… And why not write only in English you would ask… Well the regular readers knows that I have a certain style of writing, humour etc, that would simply vanish with me writing just in English and I would not like that this would happened. But I at least the blog post titles and the comments to the photos are from now on strictly in English!
And here it comes one of those long posts in Slovene… But after this one…I promise…

But before I start writing in Slovene… I have to do a bit of PR for an exhibition that I am having with my dear friend Neli THIS THURSDAY in Ljubljana! Our exhibition is a part of Month of Design and we are exhibiting in a shoping window of Tourist Information Centre next to Tromostovje. Neli is a great designed that made a multifunctional messinger bag that have exchangeable covers… And guess what I did? I shot photos of hidden parts of Ljubljana that are going to be shown on this covers. You can have one when you go to college and another one when you are going to theatre in the evening… And check the wallets too! They are great… And if you don’t know/ find some of the motifs that I have shot just put the GPS coordinates that are stated on the bag/wallet and follow the voice of the nice lady… You have to check the bags since they are truly amazing! I BAGs by The Neli! I would just like to add that it was a real honour and pleasure to be a part of this project…and guess who is going to have the coolest/unique bag!

I guess this Thursday is my day or something… Coz there is another exhibition, this one in London that I am going to take part in… But more about this on the bottom of this post…

Ok tisti ki ste se namatrali z angleščino tukaj malo oddiha…
SKRATKA… Včeraj je bil reeees nadvse odštekan, adrenalinski, športni, kulturni, zoološki, fotografski dan! Nč jasno ne? No sej vam prav nič ne zamerim. Dream team – ME, novopečeni cimr Andraž in pa mad Doctor Pizzioli, zbrani pod imenim Yugo Plastika smo se udeležili fotografskega lova na zaklad… Ja sej vem, še vedno nič jasno… Tudi nam ni bilo dokler nismo sedeli v nabito polni koncertni dvorani in smo prejeli lista z CLUE-ji. Ekipe od 2 do 4 udeležencev smo morali v 4 urah poruntati o kateri lokaciji govorijo ti kluji in potem v povezavi s tem narediti zanimivo fotko, ki bo na koncu dneva prepričala žirijo… Ok da boste vedeli o kakih clujih govorim, naj vam napišem 2 ali tri…
1.Sellers ´brussel sprout´ here to sell their ´early hours´ in the ˙days dawning´
2.Davids big Idea is blue and green and filled with words.
3.Residing on its namesake, there walls speak of an East End artistic legacy.

Kvaaa? Nič jasnooo.. Rabmo neeeet! A gremo do mene?! Ne, predaleč, bom poklical Majo (ex cimra), ki živi v bližini, upajmo da je že ustala in da imajo internet… Majaaaaaaa… a si doma? Ja! Huh..cool.. A maš net.. Ja???.. Huh..cool… Pridemo to tebe, tekmujemo na nekem natečaju… Ok..sam oblečem se… OK pohit, smo že skoraj pri tebi… No po 40 min googlanja smo vsi pomirjeni imeli vse lokacije v žepu… No vsaj tako smo mislili, saj smo se za 2 zmotili! Kaj pa zdej? Mah, lej.. gremo lepo vse lokacije pogledat, vmes še neki spijemo in pojemo, pridemo do dobre ideje pol pa v miru pofotkamo… Kaj bomo pa drugače še dobre tri ure delali?! Šetkanje, park, pivo, suši, brainstorming… O faaak, fanta a vesta kok je ura?! 14.10! Imamo manj kot 2 uri za 8 fotk in vsaka lokacija je na svojem koncu Spitalfielda!!! AKCIJAAA… Prvi klu-odgovor tržnica… Ne bomo valda tržnice slikal, ker ko smo se sprehajali mimo smo že skupino nadebudne konkurence, ki je veselo skakala okoli… No tukaj je ideja hitro padla, saj smo na poti do Maje videli nadvse mikavno mini farmo živali, kjer so ovčke veselo skakljale okoli… Bom jaz mel napis For sale, oblečen kot farmer in se bom med ovčkami fotkal! In že sm tekel tokrat že dobesedno, do Maje… Hiiiitr.. Napis For sale nared, pa 2 brisače rabm, masko za potapljat, showergel, dežnik! In že tečem nazaj do farme, kjer sta se Fab in Andraž menila za dovoljenje za fotkat… A sta vprašala? Hmm, ja če lahko ovčke slikamo… A če gremo lahko v ogrado pa ne al kaj?!… Amm..ne… Ok nema veze… Časa za sposodit škornje, vile, slamnik kot je bilo prvo v planu ni bilo več, zato sem zagrabil Andražovo kosmato bundo jo obrni narobe, dal nase in skočil čez ograjo k ovcam. Ko bi vi videli ta prizor… Une se mirno pasejo, ko med njih skoči en model z zavihanimi hlačami, kosmatimi nogami in še bolj kosmato bundo… Ovce so izbulile oči in niso niti Meeee izustile (izustile? Izgobčkale!), ker se jim je slama zataknila v grlu že pri MMMM!!! In z mešanico panike in radovednosti gasa v tek stran od mene… Pizdaaa, a jih noben ne futra, da se tok bojijo in že tečem za njimi… Fab zagrab fleš pa skoč notr, Andraž fotoooo..pridta noootr… In 30 sekund kasneje smo se trije debili podili za panično skupino ovc po ogradi in nič ni kazalo, da se bodo predale… Ooook oook..fantje..nej vam bo..evo ena fotka! Ampak sam ena… Itak da ne… (Da ne omenjam niti izrazov na obrazu malih otrok in mam v burkah, ki so nas gledali izza ograde! Hvala bogu nas gazda ni videl, ker bi zagotovo prinesel tiste vile ki smo jih rabili za shooting… )….Ooook..aaaaa…kaj zdeeeeej… Lej tm je ograda z kozami! Mogoče se te kej manj bojijo!!! Ja pa ja.. že ko sem pritekel čist zasopihan do ograde so zbežale na drugo stran… Potrebno je bilo zamenjati tehniko… Počaaasi… Nisem niti več lezel v ogrado ampak sem se trudil s čim bolj kozjimi zvoki (ne bi verjeli česa vse je človek zmožen pod pritiskom) priklicat kako k ograji… No ena rdečedlaka kozica se je le primajala zraven, malce zaškilila in začela zvečit napis for sale, ki sem ji ga molel v ogrado… ŠKLJOC… Maaamoooo…. 7. to go!
Drug klu, Wireless. Do ideje za to fotko sem prišel čisto na začetku ….Postavimo skupino čimbolj raznolikega folka pred zid, prvi, ki je ravno prebral sms pove naslednji odebi v vrsti na uho kaj je prebral, ta pove naprej itd in zadnja zakriči sporočilo…Kot igrica, ki smo se jo včasih igrali…. V totalni paniki, saj smo imeli samo še 50 minut časa in še 7 fotk pritečemo na Brick Lane in začnemo vlečt folk na kup in pred steno.. Ne vem kako nam je uspelo tako hitro folku razložit kaj bi radi od njih, kaj se gremo itd, ampak jaz sem dobil enga fotografa + celo familijo, Fabrizzio je od nekje privlekel še eno skupinico in že so stali pred zidom… ŠKLJOC…mamo… hvala fuuuuuuuull vsem… in spet smo tekli naprej z vso prtljago in kot da to še ni bilo dovolj je začel še drizzle (raspršen mini dež) padat… Nasled klu… Turška kopel… Pritečemo pred staro turško kopel pri Liverpool streetu… Fabrizzio..hitr..sleč se..dej eno brisačo okol pasu iz druge ti naredimo turban, zagrabiš masko in shower gel in smo…Sedaj že navajeni sploh nismo več opazili začudenih obrazov mimoidočih…ŠKLJOC… tek napreeeej.. Izložbeno okno neke galerije… V cluju je pisalo, kaj vse se je že prodajalo tam v preteklosti in smo rekli, da bomo dal pred okno prostitutko za foro… Fab je sicer poklical svojo punco nej pride oblečena kot puta v mesto…in ta res prišla, ampak je bila žal prepozna…zato smo mogli uporabiti Andraža… Jaaooo.tle je bla štala… Pridemo v kao fensi galerijo.. gremo do stopnic, ki so vodile na drugo stran tega okna… Ok.. Andraž sleč se hitr preden kdo pride in teč ven, jaz naredim 3 fotke in tečemo naprej… No in Andraž tam stoji v gatah sred galerije prime za kluko, da bo šel ven in se vključi požarni alarm! … Jaaaooo.. Pizdaaaa.. Hiiiit obleč, se obleeeč.. varnostnica prihaja… No ko je uletela, je bil še bos in si je ravno zadnji gumb na hlačah zapenjal, tako da uni ni blo niiič jasno… Valda smo bli napizdeni in pol sta Andraž in Fab tekla na drugo stran stavbe kjer se je tudi dalo priti do okna… Spet slečt…vzunaj je seveda še deževalo… Poza.. Jaz začnem fotkat… uleti varnostnica, da kaj se gremo in da bo šefa poklicala… Hmm…no se potem le ozrem po galeriji in tam je stala mlada družinica…Otroka z solznimi očmi in odprtimi usti…no starša pa tudi nekako v tem stanju… Za morebitne otroške travme ali spolne deviance naj se tako tukaj iskreno opravičim… But… No, klu o umetniškem zidu je nastal bolj na hitro in grafit je moral narediti Fab, ker ni tega želel narediti noben izmed 6 policajev, katere smo vprašali, če bi zapozirali z našim sprejem (sicer osvežilcem za zrak z aromo agrumov)… Lejmoti! Klu Reading between the lines smo mogli zarad časovne stiske tudi narediti na hitro in smo postavili Andraža s knjigo med dve liniji sredi prometne ceste… Za klu Chatterbox, kar pomeni telefonska govorilnica ali pa klepetulje… pa smo spet vsi živčni nabral nič hudega sluteče mimoidoče in jih prosili, če se lahko nagužvajo v govorilnico, Fab je pa splezal na govorilnico… Nekateri so komenitrali, da je bila to nadvse nenavadna izkušnja in jaz sem uspel samo dodati, da lahko to ponovimo čez en teden in se še malo podružimo… Klu (št 2 zgoraj) je knjižnica tukaj v bližini mene in za to idejo smo se odločili, da fotkamo mene z dežnikom in na mene padajo knjige… Da je pa še bolj po kluju pa smo meli zeleno, modro ozadje in pa zeleno modre knjige… In ne, knjig nismo nosili zraven… Tekli smo do enga ata, ki jih je prodajal in začeli en čez drugega vpit..rabmo par knjig..zelene in modre… čim bl pocen..lahko jih vrnemo… on pa..lahko jih kupte… jaaaaa..kok pa? 5 knjig za 4 funte.. Hmm.. ne lej… Damo ti 3funte, ti nam daš 5 knjig in pol ti 2 knjigi vrnemo… Fotru ni blo nič jasno, kaj kje kako… ampak je videl da smo odločeni in da nima kaj dosti besede več pri temu in že smo tekli naprej s Freudom, grozljivko, UFO-ji, vedeževanjem in novelo. Po zadnjem 8 škljocu smo z zadnimi atomi vsi premočeni ampak vseeno precej zadovoljni hiteli oddat fotke. Zamujali smo že 15 minut ampak na srečo ni bilo panike in smo lahko v gledališču še na hitro izbrisali 163 fotk, tako da je na kartici ostalo samo 8 najbolših fotk, kot je bilo tudi zahtevano… To da smo šli ponovno jesti, ponovno na pivo, vrniti pripomočke Maji in 2 knjigi nas je po neumnem stalo tega, da smo zamudili polovico projekcije narejenih fotk… Kaj čmo…In začele so se podeljevati nagrade za najboljše fotke za posamezen clue… Več jih je šlo mimo bolj smo bili nesrečni… Zavedali smo se, da smo imeli dovolj drzne in zabavne ideje in da bi lahko naredili 10x bolje, če bi imeli več časa… In ko so razdelili že vse nagrade razen zmagovalne je voditelj v fraku povedal… Ekipa je pokazala veliko izvornosti, prikazala pravo luč Spitalfielda in je bila enostavno najboljša… Zmagala je ekipa Jusooo Plastilliiiiik!… Kaka sekunda je trajala, da smo dojel da smo to mi in že smo bli na nogah, se navušeno objemali in tekli na oder po nagrado… aja… a sem omenil, da se nam je v tem času že pridružila Fabrizzijeva Thin v visokih petkah, mini kiklci, samostoječih nogavicah? Nisem ne.. No tudi ona se je z nami veselila na odru in vsi 4 smo dobili Olympusovega digitalnega trotlčka. Jeeeej… Še ko smo čez pol urce sedeli v pubu, kjer je preden je bila umorjena, večerjala prva Jackova žrtev in kot lahko predvidevate nazdravljali, nismo mogli verjeti kaj vse smo dali čez tist dan in da smo na koncu še zmagali. Nej še omenim, da je sodelovalo cca. 150 folka na tem dogodku – 60 ekip. In še en mega del zadeve… V četrtek imamo razstavo v res dobri galeriji in razstava je del programa meseca fotografije v vzhodnem Londonu!!! Not bad at all…

No, da se svoj dolg angleško govoreči publiki poplačam….REs se mi ne da, ker tole tipkam že uro in pol in ima toliko besed kot dokaj obširen esej…

Sooo.. were were we…? www… Well yesterday me my flatmate and a good friend of mine took part of photographic treasure hunt! Whaaaaaat a day! 8 clues = 8 photos, 4 hours of time to shoot them. We thought that this is waaaaay to much time… But we were wrong, very wrong! First we went online to check for the clues-locations, than we went on a beer and we ate some sushi. Than we took lots of time brainstorming how and what to shoot… And than, we figure out what we have only 100 minutes left to shoot 8 photos and the frenzy started…
Here are 3 clues just for example…
1.Sellers ´brussel sprout´ here to sell their ´early hours´ in the ˙days dawning´
2.Davids big Idea is blue and green and filled with words.
3.Residing on its namesake, there walls speak of an East End artistic legacy.

Market! ..Aaaaa… lets take a photo of Matjaz standing next to some sheep with for sale sign… Yes we found some sheep next to Brick Lane… I jumped into the enclosure where the sheep was and they started to run away from me… In next 30 seconds also Fab and Andraz were inside and we were all running around those sheep like crazy trying to get a photo… The plan with the sheep didn’t worked out so we tried with goats… weeeeell they were not so cooperative as well… the only chance to come close was if I was standing outside of the fence… And when I did that the goat came closer sand she started to chew my for sale sign…SHOT.. we are done.. Lets run…
Turkish bath! We borrowed 2 towels, diving mask and shower gel from a friend that lives close by and we run to the location of old Turkish bath next to Liverpool street… Fab, get naked put the towel on.. SNAP… next…
ART WALL… We asked 6 policeman to pose with can (of citrus air freshener) in front of the wall telling them that we are shooting a photo of anti graffiti campaign…but no luck… On the end Fab had to pose since we didn’t have any time left…
Shopping window!…. This window is now a part of a gallery and that made our idea of a prostitute in the window (like in Amsterdam) a bit hard…. And also our ˝prostitute˝ Fabs girlfriend was running late so Andraz had to be the Mistress of the night… In the underpants he tried to go in front of thet window through the back door of the gallery and we set of the alarm!.. Daaaamn… Put your clotheees on before the security comeees… When the security came he was still bare feet just putting his pants on… Don’t ask… That the run around… SNAP…. and they almost threw me out when they saw two guys there…
We were ruining around in the drizzle like 3 idiots and on the Brick Lane we even manage to stage 8 random people from the street to represent the Wireless! Its like a game.. Chinese whisper, where the first one tell one message to another person an the last one has to say it loud… Normally the message that the last person got has barely something in common with the initial message and that makes this game fun… Well… that was funny.. to get so much people from the street in 2 minutes, explaining them what are you doing, why, how….And of course the rest of the people around just taking photos of us and them not knowing what is going on…. Bud we did it… and the story repeated when we needed to represent Chatterbox and we wanted to squiz as much people as possible into a telephone booth…
Well on the end we hot there 15 minutes late and we hat another 5 minutes to edit down from 175 photos to 8 photos that we had to hand in…
To make the long story short… On the end we won the main price with our WIFI photo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Among 60 teams, cca 150 people…. We each got 1 small Olympus camera and there is an exhibition of our photos THIS THURSDAY in Truman’s Brewery gallery in Brick Lane! COME and have fun with us… Free drinks!
What a day!… Running around, harassing sheep, policeman and other people, setting of the alarm, and wining on the end…

More about the treasure hunt you can read here! I really recommend it to all since it is a fantastic team building and great creative challenge! + You can get some of the nice awards and your photos get exhibited in a good gallery…
Shoot experience

And finally the photos! Btw… All shots were made in 75 minutes and no animals or people were seriously harmed during our shooting!

Market

Turkish Bath

Chatterbox

Blue and grean, flying words….Library

The window….

Read between the lines…

Art wall…Gallery

The winning shot of WIFI!

Back to life, back to reality…

Nej se sliši še tako patetično ampak evo, začel sem pisati novo poglavje v mojem življenju… ajde, bodimo realni, odstavek. Pred slabim tednom sem se vrnil nazaj v London in počutil sem se, kot novorojeni otrok… Vržen iz toplega, prijetnega, poznanega zavetja v hladen, neznan svet… No in kot vsak otrok po začetnem udarco po riti in jokanju sem tudi sam po kakem dnevu ugotovil, da tudi tukaj zunaj res ni tako slabo, da se lažje diha in daj je veliko stvar še za raziskat in se naučit… Preselil sem se nazaj v moje prvo stanovanje v prelepo bangladeško četrt in moram reči, da so me dolgobradi strici s kapcami, haljami in v sandalih in pa povsem zakrite žene (ninđe) ponovno povsem presenetili. Kaj hitro lahko pozabiš, da obstajajo taka eksotična mikro mesta znotraj enega velikega mesta. Letos se baje policaji v Lodnonu učijo polskega jezika, ker je čedalje več polskih priseljencev tukaj…

Prestavili so nam faks… Sedanja stavba v samem centru (Bond Street) sicer še stoji vendar bo bojda na tisti lokaciji kmalu potekala neka cesta in pa podzemni šoping center… Nas so pa preselili v zahodni london v Sheperds bush v neko staro umetniško šolo. Stavba je taka tipična angleška šola, kot smo jo navajeni iz filmov. Opečnata, velika okna, strma streha, zelenica okoli… Še vedno se ne znajdemo najbolje tam, saj ima stavba 3 krila in 3 štuke…Now figure it out.

Okolica je pa tudi precej pestra…Črnsko, arabska… Glede na napise na restavracijah in trgovinah prevladujejo afganistanci… Great Kabul Geat, Kabul delights…

Na faksu bo precej pestro letos… Zadnje, najpomembnejše leto…Prava borba… Ustvariti bo potrebno serijo najmanj 15 fotografij + obširen akademski-pisni del. No ja, sej mogoče se sliši malo dela za eno leto ampak glede na nivo in zahteve pa tudi osebne želje, bom(o) kar konkretno švicali…

No še posebi zato, ker bo treba seveda delati zraven še polno drugih stvari… Včeraj sem bil na primer na sestanku s simpatičnim Editof in Chief UK fashion revije, ki je na sestanek prišel v roza plaščku, roza allstarkah, zanimivimi očali in retro hlačami in dogovorila sva se za shooting editoriala v njihovi reviji… Buuu jaaa…

Prvi dan po povratku v London sem že oddelal moj foto street fashion lov. S trofejami uplenjenimi na Brick Lane-u sem precej zadovoljen. Tokrat je bil to že 24 lovski pohod, kar pomeni da sem pofotkal že cca 400 modnih Londončanov… Nekaj novih lahko vidite spodaj.

Še bolj pa sem zadovoljen s kratkim videom iz enega izmed lanskoletnih shootingov, katerega je posnel in zmiksal skupaj Mr. mad Doctor Pizzioli. Piko na i da seveda komad…

No kljub temu, da sem začel s pisanjem o Londonu sledita še kaka post ali dva iz Slovenije aaaampak obljubim, da ne bosta dolgočasna…

SUPER DUPER MEGA VIDEO!

Well another year in London is ahead of me and I am continuing with my street shootings. Here you can see some fashionable people from Brick Lane.

AAANNNND you have to chech fantastic/sakrastic video made by Mad Doctor Fabrizzio. VIdeo is about one quite short photoshooting for my dear stylist Maja Lazar.

Fashion shooting from Fabrizio Pizzioli on Vimeo.

Tako blizu a vendar tako daleč…. Obisk Mars festivala v Zagrebu…

V Zagrebu imam 3 kolegice… Vse tri sem spoznal na raznih nadvse čudnih lokacijah… Renato že pred doooolgimi leti v Strasbourgu, kjer smo skupaj razstavljali fotke v EU parlamentu, Dragano na Niš Expressu, kjer sva si z govorjenjem zgodbic nadvse uspešno skrajšala 14 urno trpljenje , Ivo pa ob 5.00 zjutraj sredi opotekajočega se Bangkoka… No in že vsaka zase je dovolj dober razlog za skok v ZG, če se pa da srečati z dvema + obiskati kak nor koncert, pa še toliko bolje… Zakaj bi sli na Mars v Križanke, če gremo lahko po daljšem času na obisk v Zagreb in se zabavamo v Tvornici?… Ne vem zakaj…Zato smo pa tudi šli… Me, Kaja in Sara… Vse tako kaže da so se ta dan zgodile ponovne selitve Slovanov. V hitreje ali počasneje premikajiči se kolini smo stali vse od Trebnjega do Zagreba in sama pot je trajala 3x več časa in 10x več živcev, kot bi to bilo običajno potrebno… A smo preživeli in Dragana je poskrbela, da smo to tudi lepo pospravili pod spominski prepražnik… Košček ali dva splitske rezine, ribica, krompir, vinček in orehovec v krogu družine… (Gaga je imela namreč rojstni dan in greh bi bil, če ne bi vsaj nekajkrat nazdravili na to)… Vsake toliko časa se mi je sicer v grlu zataknila kaka koščica saj so naši vrli košarkaši ravno tisti dan in tisti čas še močno zaostajali za Hrvati… Zaradi gneče in večerje smo žal zamudili del koncerta, ampak smo potem vse nadoknadili s skakanjem in plesanjem… Elvisi so sekali kot vedno… o Edu ne gre izgubljati besed, nadvse pa so presenetili TBF, katere sem imel tokrat prvi put priložnost slišati… MEGA… Dragana se koncerta ni udeležila, jo je pa nadomestila družba mojih sopotnic iz Varaždina + Renata z boljšo polovico.

At least once a year I try to visit Zagreb, capital of our neighbour country Croatia. I have quite some friends over there to visit but if there is also some cool festival going on is this just another reason to go there. On Mars festival there were some fantastic Slovenian and Croatian bands. A great opportunity to practice a bit forgotten concert photography and havesome beers with my dear friends…

Photos by Matjaz & Kaja Pogačar

Moj Ciao

Moj Ciao je lep, beu in zelo hitr. Z njim se zelo rad vozim po mestu, saj lahko pousod parkiram in se mi ni potrebno ozirati na rdeče luči na semaforjih. Dokler moj Ciao ni imel ne enega ampak 2 filtrov za gorivo, se je pogosto zgodilo, da sem se v mesto peljal, nazaj pa gonil s pedali kot budala. Sedaj se to ne dogaja več in je ostal zgolj čisti užitek. Na Ebayu sem si naročil tudi čelado iz Taiwana, ki je stala enormih 20eur, a kaj ko je bila tudi poštnina 20eur.

Ok ok ok, dost prostega spisa… Skratka… Ko mi je Miloš rekel, da bil med mojim tripom v Srbiji na Vršiču, sem se spomnil, da bi bilo res super, če se mu 1x pridružim… Glede na mojo kondicijo seveda raje z mojim frčotom, kot kolesom… Da vidimo, če se da… Glede na to, da sva želela malce spremembe sva se na nek čudovit jesenski dan odločila, da se povzpneva na Mangart. Mangart je 4. najvišja gora v Sloveniji in na dan, ko sva krenila proti Alpam, so bile na vrhu napovedane 4C in nevihte. Spakiral sem smučarske gate, kapo, šal, rokavice, goratex jakno, vse vse vse… No na koncu se je izkazalo, da je bilo na vrhu sončno in cca. 15C. In sva napokala v Berlingota, kolo, motor, žar in za svaki slučaj še čoln in šla… Ob vznožju sva se razpakirala in odbrzela… V 50 minutah sva bila na vrhu… Miloš ni imel pretiranih problemov in moj Čauči ravno tako ne. 2 ovinka in eno daljšo ravnino sem mu moral sicer pomagati in sem nekaj časa gonil pedalčka, ampak je šlo…. Na vrhu mal fotkat, meeting z mojo bando, preganjanje ovc, potem pa nazaj čez Italijo v Kranjsko goro na odlično kosilce/večerjo k Martinu. Žal je zmanjkalo časa, za obisk Bovca in pečenje postrvi ob Soči, ampaaaak…!

P.s. Poglejte si še dodane fotke v prejšnem postu!

I have a new love… My small motorbike Piaggio Ciao. It is fantastic for the trips around city centre but I wanted to make a proper test of its endurance. So me and my friend Miloš went on more than 2000 meters high mountain road. Miloš on his bike and me on Ciao… It was a trip to remember!

Vznožje…

Pravzaprav bi lahko vzela 2 čolna in še kak dodaten roštilj…

Mr. Borat

Of we go…

Zazrt v prihodnost… (Čakanje Miloša, da prisopiha čez prve ovinke)

Tha man

My gang!

Severna plezalna stena…

Kater vrh je naslednji?

Sheep molester…

Chick (sheep) magnet…

Going back home…

Mik, mik…

Big wheels…

Old school…

Zaslužena malica…