Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Monday, December 3, 2012
Sam
People usually ask me “how do you find those people?”. I don’t find them, I just notice them. I’m eventually more interested in what surrounds me than most people are. In a boy with a school uniform I saw the coolest guy in the Carcavelo’s beach. The common gesture of holding the surf board made the perfect contrast with the tie he was wearing. I don’t find people. I just give them more attention than most people do. In the moment when a Milanese guy writes an SMS, a Madrilenian man walks his dog or a Lisbonian woman holds two water demijohns. Wouldn’t you have noticed any of these people? Wouldn’t you have noticed Sam in one of those Winter days that feel like Summer in Carcavelos?
Friday, November 30, 2012
Friday, November 16, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
The pleated skirt
I heard later that Helena has a degree in Pedagogy. She was probably very far from imagining that her photograph would also have such a pedagogic status. 99% of men doesn't know what a pleated skirt is. As I wouldn't have known some years ago if I hadn't created this blog. But tomorrow, when I'll be having dinner with my friends, I believe that each and every one of them will know what a pleated skirt is. And I'm almost capable of swearing that every man that visits this blog will remember that too
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
Friday, September 7, 2012
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Pavlina
"There is no more time, we have to close the book" said Rui Garrido, art director of my publisher, while he looked at his calendar, mentally calculating the time left between printing and the launch date. But I kept drying out his patience "you´re going to love this photo, you'll understand me when you see it". And he kept telling me… "José, there will always be one more photo". And he couldn´t be more right. This is precisely what I keep feeling sometimes. And it's what I felt when I photographed this Greek girl in Lisbon. I felt, that if we were to include moments like this, the book would never be closed
[you can find more of this moments here]
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Silvia
If you liked the look you can see more pictures of this moment here. If you liked Silvia you can see more pictures of her here
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
the book
I called
Bé. I called Bé because she’s always been present in several moments and
because I always felt that she had a special affection for this project ever
since its first steps. And that's why, in my first moment at the publisher,
that I told her and Francisco about 20 times that the book, no matter the
quality of its content, would only make sense as an object of style. It had to
be something beautiful at the eye and that made us want to touch it. And when Bé
met me at the publisher and I opened the envelope with the book I couldn’t help
but release a “fuck”. What I had with me was not just an object. It was the
object without none of this would make sense. At that moment the effort of
contacting more than 200 people scattered all over the world was worth it. Of
having called Pierre, Andrea, of having discovered James’ facebook, of having
waited for Aida, Demi and Vittoria’s answers or having explained, personally, in
every little detail, everything that Yim’s portrait revealed about his
intimacy. Because I wanted each and every one of those people to do more than
just appear in the book. I wanted them to feel that they were part of it. But I
felt so much more than that. I felt that Rui’s wife would look at the book and
forgive him for getting home late or Joana’s kid wouldn’t mind being without
his mother’s company on that Sunday. Because, at that moment, all hours of hard
work made sense. Every graphic detail with which I tested Rui’s patience or
every stupidity that I discussed with Carla. It’s not up to me to decide for
themselves if all was worth it or not, but from the moment I saw the book, I
felt that all of them – Bé, Francisco, Rui, Joana and Carla – would also think
to themselves:
- it was
worth it.
This blog
has made me live things that otherwise I would have never lived . Things that I
cannot explain here or even in the more intimate environment (or so I hope) of
a book launching event. I can’t even tell you – as humble as it would be for me
to say it – that this book was something I never hoped for. To be totally
honest I knew (or thought I knew, some days are better than others) that this
book was bound to happen sooner or later. I knew that I would get an e-mail
someday. And the day Francisco came to me I almost told him “hey man, what took
you so long??”. But I felt something more important than that in this book. For
now, this book is one of the few things I can brag about in my life. Every
little thing I did with this blog I did it because it made sense to me. And, if
I think about it, with a certain pride. This book embodies that pride. A
beautiful body.
The book
was launched in Lisbon, on April 17th at Buchholz bookstore. In Porto, on April
21st. And there will be a book signing session at Feira do Livro in Lisbon. The idea of the word “autograph” and my name in the
same sentence makes no sense to me. But I’ll be there with a pen and – more
important than that – with the availability and good mood for those that feel
that I’m worth spending some time with. Which, I must add, seems like a really
bad decision but – since I can’t decide for Bé, Francisco, Rui, Joana or Carla
if all was worth it or not – it won’t be me telling you what you should do or
not do of your life
love,
Zé