my latest photoshoot of swingers caps, designed by Giedre Paplaityte, find it here
Archive for November, 2012
cap
Posted in Photography, tagged cap, colour, film, fuji, heart, jazz dance, jazz dancers, lindy hop, lindy hoppers, man, photo, photography, portrait, shirt, swag, tattoo on November 26, 2012| Leave a Comment »
me
Posted in Photography, tagged film, liips, me, mirror, photography, portrait, red, selfportrait on November 23, 2012| Leave a Comment »
shooting film
Posted in Photography, tagged autumn, beauty, blog, featured, film, forest, fuji, girl, hair, leaves, outside, photo, photography, portrait, shooting film on November 16, 2012| Leave a Comment »
the hat stays on
Posted in Photography, tagged cap, colour, dancers, film, fuji, Giedre Paplaityte, hands, hat, jazz dance, jazz dancers, lindy hop, lindy hoppers, outfit, portrait, smile, style, swag on November 14, 2012| Leave a Comment »
been shooting the swingers hats (or caps?) for Giedrė. she wanted a picture, but I had only one frame left. so I did this pic.
Paris
Posted in Photography, tagged bob dylan, cider, colour, film, fuji, girls, paris, pink, rain, river, superia 200, travel on November 6, 2012| Leave a Comment »
been in Paris this summer. no postcards, only some personal reflections. if it will seem as all we done in Paris was looking at the river and drinking French sider, it’s close to truth. we rented a wonderful flat, and my best memories are not much from the city, as from the evenings in this flat, while drinking wine and listening to Bob Dylan.
this site was next to our place. the surreal feeling of emptiness fascinated me.
in Père Lachaise, next to Morrison’s grave.the tree was covered so the visitors wouldn’t destroy it more by leaving marks. btw the tomb of Wilde was fenced with glass.
pink and sweet, lavender lemonade and marshmallow
Palais Royal
the store of fascinating shoes
she really considered to choose there instead of her old Converses.
during my birthday we vent to exhibition about Bob Dylan. when we came out, it was pouring rain, and it perfectly matched the mood. so we just stayed under the bridge drinking cider and enjoying melancholy.
on a way home