Fleeting moments (English version)
Dad ran away from my camera. He complained (again) about my habit somewhat (and most of the time,) annoying of taking lots of spontaneous photographs of people in order to try to capture such decisive moments that the photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson spoke about it. He is not the first person I met in this life who does not like to be photographed (ok, I’ll be fair, sometimes he lets me take some pictures when he is in good mood).
Many people think they are not neat enough. They do not believe they’re photogenic. Some burn their child’s photos. Or cut out their faces because they always blink in photographs. They feel awkward and do not like to see themselves in the frozen image (something similar happens when we see ourselves in the video or hear the record of our own voice).
I think it’s the strangeness of seeing ourselves from outside. To see our whole self. With all the singularities. Imperfections. Wrinkles. Stains. Scars. Smiles. Gleam in the eyes. Mannerisms. And it’s hard to accept all this complexity quickly.
But I would not trade any of my spontaneous shots by a photographic essay with a famous professional photographer. I also think that my imperfect photos are much more beautiful.
Because I’m not interested in what is artificial. I want to freeze people as they are. Not as they pose. I want to photograph what happens in everyday life, which is far away from a photographic studio.
Beauty is not perfect. It is not symmetrical. And often we do not realize it.
Sometimes we need to relearn to see.
First of January is a good time to think about not ran away from spontaneous shots. The first day of the year is always full of promises. We have the feeling of new beginnings. Renewal.
t’s the perfect opportunity to see the beauty of everyday life. And our own beauty.