Entre sostener una mano, y encadenar un almaMonday, June 06, 2016
Even though I am known as a portrait photographer I consider myself an expert in the photography of hands. I maintain that after a face, hands are what reveal the most about us. Holmes, I am sure would agree.
Hands are not often easy to photograph. In a studio if you use lights hands, which may be closer to the light will invariably be overexposed. Most people do not know that the side of a hand is at its best and that the front or back, flat out will not look too good.
If anything I have learned to photograph hands from my Rosemary ( "Alex why is that little finger there?" and from the countless dancers that have passed by my camera. I have had a business woman pose for me and when I notice how she places her hand I will ask her if she did ballet in her youth. The answer almost always is a positive one. Ballet teaches dancers, of both sexes, on how to use hands for grace, form and beauty. And there is this.
I always smile when I think of the beautiful Lalita who at one time worked as a server at the Number 5 Orange. She was Italian and built like Sophia Loren. Toni Ricci the man who ran and runs the place asked me when he found out I had photographed her, “Well, how was it?” He looked at me incredulously when I informed him that I had concentrated on taking pictures of Lalita’s beautiful feet in the rushing water of Capilano River. The reason for this is that I had for years informed anybody who would listen that the ugliest part of the human body (after armpits and neck folds) were feet. A female artist whose name I have long forgotten dared me to photograph feet
I photographed Salem for two years. The pictures you see here are from the first session. I must have known (even if my memory fails me) that she had very lovely hands, and of course everything else which was one heck of a distraction.
And so I have here these photographs as evidence that I am pretty good with hands.
Después de un tiempo,
uno aprende la sutil diferencia
entre sostener una mano
y encadenar un alma,
y uno aprende que el amor
no significa acostarse
y una compañía no significa seguridad
y uno empieza a aprender.
Que los besos no son contratos
Y los regalos no son promesas
Apócrifo - atribuida a Jorge Luís Borges
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean going to bed
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,