Formal eccentricity

Same time, same place. Different weather, different bikes

Meeting friends in strange cities always makes us go through that stupid (but quite nice) feeling that we just got there but we already rule the place. We know that x is the trendiest zone, that y is more adequate for this or that and that if we cross through that tiny street we’ll get to the most wanted place in town. The first time I met with Martino I was eating a Milanese specialty while chatting with a Japanese couple. This couple was staring so lavishly at my camera (which, by the way, is also Japanese) that they were starting to fall on that stereotype of Japanese tourists and their cameras. Martino’s Napoleonic look delighted me so there I went and asked if I could take his picture. He reacted so naturally to my request that it was like I had asked him for the time of day or about a tourist info.

The second time was different. I was having lunch with a Danish girl that I had run into by chance at Via Brera and that I had met a few days earlier. She was drinking white wine like if it was water but unlike most women that usually don’t appeal to me when they get drunker than me, I was absolutely delighted with her and her enchanting drunkenness. She transmitted femininity through her every pore. Through the look (and her eyes), through the smile (and her lips), through the semi-naked shoulder and through the cleavage that she showed when she laughed. Even through her clumsy English that 48 hours earlier had seemed so perfect. When we find enchantment in all these details we run the risk of the person in front of us realizing the good impression that she is leaving on the other side of the table. So there we were, she was drunk but lucid enough to notice my growing surrender as she oozed femininity. Nordics are known for their practicality and this girl was no exception. At a given moment she reminded me that her availability was not proportional to the quantity of alcohol she had in her blood and that, although she was enjoying the moment, she didn’t want to make the wrong impression. I guess this was just a sophisticated way of saying, “just because it’s Sunday, we’re both drunk, we’re both reasonably attracted to one another and our apartments are close by, that doesn’t mean we’ll be having our desserts there”. I told her, with a mocking look that aimed at making her feel a bit ridiculous, that she had found more good reasons for that to happen than I thought were possible. By now, Gonçalo, whom I was waiting for, and that was not an imaginary friend (as she probably assumed), was finally arriving. I got up and reminded her that the only reason I hadn’t suggested taking her photograph was because if I did it wouldn’t be proper to write about her and that lunch. But Martino was different. When a friend asked him the purpose of those photographs, like any good Italian he raised his hands to the sky and mockingly replied something like “you know, me and fashion, fashion and me”.

So there we went still with that stupid (but always nice) feeling that we already rule the place

Navy Milano

Those brief moments when the night dawns into the day (sometimes "less is more", sometimes "more is more")

The colours of motherhood

Oriental Milan

Sarah & Octavio

Speaking about cute chicks with matching shoes and socks

Milano!

Not an inch more, not an inch less. Not a tone up, not a tone down

"oh yeah" Elisabeth

“Oh yeah” was what came to mind when I saw her. “Oh yeah” was what came to mind when I saw her site. “Oh yeah” Elisabeth Moch. And her stylish pants completely slipped my mind when I saw her illustrations. “Oh yeah“, check them out!

Keith Haring mood

The photograph stinks. But the model… well, thank God for the model…!

Ayres is in the house!! (and if he´s close by you´ll certainly notice him)

Mummy cool

Just like cherries

Indochine, mon amour

The girls with the blue sash

Miguel Negretti (DJ Glue)

It was probably two or three weeks between someone showing me the brave new world of international blogs about street wear and me starting The Lisbon Taylor. And it was during that small period of time between thinking about it and actually doing it that I first noticed Miguel. In Miguel and in his cap peaks. But unlike all others, it was not on the street that I decided that I really wanted to photograph Miguel. It was at Lux, on a Saturday night when the music in the top floor was gaining epical momentum according to my modest musical criteria. When I looked into the DJ booth I realized that, with or without his cap, I definitely had to photograph Miguel

Can you pretend…

that you’re not seeing my shadow, that the shoes that deserved to be focused are in fact focused and that this photograph, even after all this mess, is actually one of the cutest photographs I’ve published so far? Because I really think it is...

Varela has presence

He also has a jacket that I wouldn’t mind wearing. And speaking about presence, that seems something that the store where he works and where I photographed him has in abundance. Akira, newly opened, 8 Calçado do Combro.

British cool

An Afro flavor, a Rockabilly flavor

Flavor

1 a archaic : odor, fragrance b : the quality of something that affects the sense of taste
3 b : a distinctive appealing or enlivening quality
4 a : variety

(this has a positive connotation, Ok?)

TIMBER!!!

When colour makes all the difference

Érica - Summertime!

There are 2 types of girls when it comes to compliments. Those that can’t hear the slightest remark without thinking that we want to bang them and those that are smart enough to know that we wouldn’t be praising even their most obvious attributes if we really wanted to bang them (I used the term “bang” just as I could have easily used another one… don’t be such pussies)

Truth be told, whenever I run into Érica she always looks cool, whether she’s surfing, in Lux or at the Miradouro where I just found her. I suspect she never takes me seriously, but I always make a move. Maybe if the move is made in writing (all this because I already tested her shrewdness a long time ago).