an elusive blooming...

She used to dream, in infant prayers, of such an elysian place in which one could reveal itself, in beamed honesty, while shamelessly disregarding all the rules of a repellent society.

But as you flourish into ripeness, much like any flower blooms into a fated autumnal death, those mischief means of a temporal existence will inevitably turn your virginal decency into others’ animosity; for once an emotion is spoken, it no longer stands for its meaning but for the loose interpretation of each negligent percipient.

Let them ride their worries, she said.

Let them ride their dark thoughts and ambitions…

Let them ride their disappointments…

Let them ride them all, in a predetermined bleak universe over the arid horizon ahead, towards certain orphic oblivion, for there is nothing wrong in failing, if failing means nothing more than defending your inborn decorum from an obstructive manner of understanding the undeniable recondite condition of feelings and their shadowing fragility.

And, while hiding all my grief behind a lovely forged smile, I will surely collapse into a self growing Brobdingnagian lily-white ocean, only to get pulled out deep by the undertow of my own bleeding heart, away from chagrined accusations and misconceived beliefs, to find comfort in the afterglow of the present tense, with nothing but a feeble notion of what the world should resemble – a mystifying droplet, eternally wandering around the purest feeling of them all, leaving nothing behind but a gentle scent of those flapping wings of a hummingbird and a salty taste on your lips.

Perhaps I’m crazy but, I contemplated her soft whispered words in search of my own vocation, and I found my peace in sweaty palms, as she gently lied by my side…

Helen #1

Helen #2

Helen - an elusive blooming, Constanta 2012

it's been a while...

But this 2013 blogging experience starts with a facebook page for you to like & follow.

Here is the magic link that will surely take you there…

Cheers!

while silently mellowing the leopards…

I remember I stood there for a while, facing the bright window up ahead in front of their fabulous dungeon, benighted by a raging undertow below, patiently waiting to be lured into a world I’ve only heard of before.

Fabulousness was yet to be discovered.

In just an instant, all domineering sensations, once steering me through a self-secluded obsolete universe, were easily dissipated in the early autumnal thin air as they whispered me in, inviting me to capture the flawing color of my own vision, as a testimony of such a pleasant season.

And so, daringly gliding into a freshly unfolded vivid environment, a medium I once perceived as an ominous abyss arguing my own whimsical decency, any ever reasoned anathema, towards the use and purpose of colors, slipped through my frigid fingers, way down below, as they silently mellowed me into nothing but an abecedarian colorist, carefully displaying an implied message of brilliance.

Soon, the perpetuity of my own faith portrayed across the painted sky, as they gently wrapped their arms around my name, lead to an improbable conclusion for this fair weather scenery, that not only the deities above made it safely to eternal grace…

characters: Alina Tanasa and Diana Enciu / fabulous muses

handbaskets: FabulousBaskets Romania

photos: Constantin

#1

#2

#3

#4

#5

#6

#7

Alina Tanasa and Diana Enciu for FabulousMuses, Bucharest 2012 

listen...

Whilst surfing on lovely waves of summery colors, let’s dive into sweetest daydreaming with the undertow as our only guide…

Jesus Of The Moon by Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds from Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! 2008

Find the river by REM from Automatic For The People, 1992

Camille by George Delerue from Le Mépris ost, 1963

Thirteen Thirty-Five by Dillon from This Silence Kills, 2011

Liner by Justin Vernon from Hazeltons, 2006

Out Of Time by Blur from Think Tank, 2003

Wake Up by Mad Season from Above, 1995

Night by Sean Rowe from Magic, 2009

Sheba by Johnny and the Hurricanes from The Big Sound Of, 1960

Prospectors Arrive by Jonny Greenwood from There Will Be Blood ost, 2007

All is yet to come when you follow a redolently dream…

summery dream, Tulcea 2012

Art+Commerce / Vogue

A short version of my portfolio is now represented worldwide by Art+ agency NY.

Finding beauty, Bucharest 2010

Like it, share it, tweet it or buy it!

Here is the link that will help you choose for one of the above: linky link

Nathan and a maverick interpretation...

Those were such jumbled days, when Nathan arrived all the way from NY, and destiny chosen for him a rather torn persona, shifting between certainty and a qualmish inner state, to interact with, just to satisfy our needs of fresh, intriguing material.

But this mission turned into the most appropriate one as it miraculously gathered all my thoughts together, indicating the path to follow towards that fuzzed goal – the image itself. And, maybe for of my recent indecision, I visualized him differently, stripped of a usual posing attitude as a way of contrasting the ordinary fashionable idiosyncrasy. While confidently leaving aside the usual digital approach, this new found visual sense allowed us to explore a confined raw strength, astonishingly disclosing, in an artificially created slender space, a lyrical anachronism for those expecting nothing more than a comfortable common result.

This was but a personal survey of a limned amorphous shape, merely an attempt to redraw its contour, to visually transliterate an inner state and not a way of defying expectations, for in life you are occasionally presented with such opportunity of being ethically ingenious by detachedly presenting your own interpretation on a subject. I embraced such circumstance, with my essence jovially bouncing inside a lethargic body, allowing my subconscious to float towards an artistic truth.

And with the very first step of this plausible journey, the copious clouds above fainted in a gradual manner, and while every dark, afeard thought fell onto an eager redemptional ground, still images valiantly rose to be silently admired by those loudly stating their contempt.

model: Nathan Vollbrecht
agency: IndependentMen
styling: Nicole Krunić
photography: Constantin

Nathan #1

Nathan #2

Nathan #3

Nathan #4

Nathan #5

Nathan #6

Nathan Vollbrecht for IndependentMen, Milan 2012

recalling Jordan...

And while the sun gleefully illuminates the atmosphere, dissipating the springlike confusion into nourishing shreds gently absorbed by an eager dusty ground, my thoughts giddily run back to a session that took place somewhere in the stymied past.

As rolling pastures unfold before our eyes at dawn, when the morose night vanishes, these images, once stashed away as a pile of bugaboos, find their way to prominence while I sum up the recalled info on probably the calmest session so far. It happened on that kind of a day when the constant graceful rain becomes your only friend, converting it in a self-sufficient event, since the designated stylist chickened out one day before - last time I try to organize anything with a stylist of Marangoni, that’s a promise!

But the grim spell was to be soon cast away as we lively surfed on uttered reflections which ultimately allowed us to explore cultural differences between Europe and US. Ambling on a flashover, through depicted topics, from the wide open spaces of Montana to the mioritic landscape, we soon found ourselves sliding down into reality in search of an outcome of our encounter.

The photographs, as a result, where archived in our collective memory as recognition of the fact that under a dimmed aloof sun, remote entities still find a way to casually interact, learning from each other, evolving, discovering and understanding whatever surrounds them, regardless of any drawback which may occur.

After all of this…who would have thought I’d end up seeing “A river runs through it”…

model: Jordan King

agency: IndependentMen

photographer: Constantin

Jordan #1

Jordan #2

Jordan #3

Jordan #4

Jordan #5

Jordan King for IndependentMen, Milano 2012

listen...

With the spring ahead and the sun above, everything turned out to be out there, in the distance, waiting to be reached…

1. Staircase by Radiohead from The Daily Mail/Staircase, 2011

2. Crystalline by Bjork from Biophilia, 2011

3. I And I by Bob Dylan from Infidels, 1983

4. Yellow Ledbetter by Pearl Jam from Lost Dogs, 2003

5. I Think I Smell A Rat by The White Stripes from White Blood Cells, 2001

6. Dancing Nancies by Dave Matthews Band from Under The Table And Dreaming, 1994

7. Mission Improbable by The Herbaliser from Very Mercenary, 1999

8. Nice Double Em by Brother Ali from Rites Of Passage, 2000

9. Us And Them by Pink Floyd from Dark Side Of The Moon, 1973

10. How Low by Jose Gonzalez from In Our Nature, 2007

From here to the blurred future lost in hazing distance, where the sky meets the earth, this could be such a journey…

Sagacious hills, Tulcea 2006

Drifting off...

It’s been all so quiet lately. As usually winter is.

But such grim season is to slowly mollify, as an undeniable pantheistic statement that time flows shamelessly, as part of a sacred cycle, with any tottering sensation pushed out of the way, leaving room for the most invigorated spell I could ever ask for.

With my thoughts wandering through clearer atmosphere, in search of divine intervention to compensate my recent lack of inspiration, I dove into this “one hell of a studio” while Mark displayed its best. And it felt like the most appropriate pursuit since during springtime, stars, to which I found myself starring through my viewfinder, seemed infinitely closer even throughout newfound glistening daytime, spurring us to explore our imagination.

Drifting out of reality, even for a few hours, turned out to be what us both wanted and soon, our adventurous survey materialized into images, as a salient declaration of understanding not only the changing season but the given opportunity as well. This turned out to be quite a project, which will probably define one future path to follow, at least for one of us…

model: Mark van der Drift
agency: IndependentMen
photographer: Constantin

Mark #1

Mark #2

Mark #3

Mark #4

Mark #5

Mark #6

Mark #7

Mark van der Drift for IndependentMen, Milan 2012

Jamais...

Memoriile unui ludion pornesc de aici / the memoirs of a Cartesian diver start from here

Jamais...

Jamais by Clyfford Still, 1944