An Ordinary Native American

A question comes to mind: how many of us men, when we were still little boys, played Indians? We would be hard-pressed to find someone who didn’t. Naturally, I played an Indian, too, and I have to admit that I always wanted to be the chief. That never changed, incidentally. I still have that today. At the time I would never have suspected that one day I would meet a real Native American in person and even become friends with a capital F.

 An Ordinary Native American

The man of red skin is called Willford Pariete and he currently lives in New York. I met him when I first traveled to New York nearly thirteen years ago. For many years he has been friends with my „New York mom“ and for many years he has been her good, albeit very quiet companion. My memories of that time could be summarized in the following simple lines: Will, who sits in front of the television and doesn’t care which channel he’s watching. Will, who showers for two hours in the morning and evening because he considers a shower to be one of the greatest inventions of the age. Will, who never gets angry because there is no longer any reason, because no one can take from him more than what we, the white folk, have already taken from him. Will, who always wants seconds on his plate, regardless of what is being served. Will, who doesn’t know where the North, West, East and South are because he always knew where he went and thus never even needed them. Or Will, who gets absolutely lost with a road map because he does not even have the papers for that devil machine, and all he needs is to find his way in the subway. I could continue on and on!

Few of us could imagine a person who’s lived in the cheapest hotel – a booze joint in China Town – for no less than a quarter of a century (true, he has moved to Staten Island now, but he is no better off by any measure), he has barely ten dollars for a day, yet he is happy all the same. Happy because, after all that happened to Native Americans in the big land, he can at least live in that god-forsaken hotel or dorm. He really is content and takes life as it comes and goes every day. Both his parents were murdered by modern inhabitants and the last time he saw his two daughters was twenty years ago. They are more than thirty years old today! It is not easy to get close to such a person, but not as difficult as it is to photograph one. And unfortunately, that’s what I wanted to do.

It all started in 1997 when, before my departure, I gave him a gift—a T-shirt with Jimi Hendrix. It was not so much about the famous guitar player as about the gift itself. I meant it quite casually and I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. Will is not and has never been used to receiving gifts and it could be said that this bold act made him lose his straight face. He fell silent and did not say anything for a whole day! But the following day he swept me off my feet in return, when he gave me a coin he had received when leaving alcohol rehab as the only proof of shaking his alcohol addiction. The only gift that that this Indigenous American had received from the White Man. I didn’t expect that he would respond to my giving him the T-shirt with something as significant as this coin! It was probably the only valuable thing this ordinary Native American owned. I realized then that it was a real friendship between a white and a red man! I left, only to return half a year later.

This time I properly photographed Will for the first time and very closely. It was very strange and full of tension but one could tell that he wanted to give me his face as an expression of trust. It was then up to me not to take advantage of this trust. When I returned to Prague, I had the photographs developed and let them ripen for a few weeks. When I went back to them, I found out that there was something weird about them, it was that tension I mentioned. I had stage fright in front of him. But I really liked the images, and it greatly troubled me that I was not sure whether I could use them in my catalogue. In the end I did not use them. They simply didn’t have what I yearned for. For a long time nothing happened, I didn’t ask Will for anything but I secretly hoped that one day we would do it all over again. A year later I came back to New York and asked him again. After his traditional morning shower, I dragged him out to the backyard in front of the garage under sharp sunlight and started shooting. All of a sudden I felt that it was going well, that we were both relaxed and were creating something that could in the last phase show the whole Native American truth. Or more accurately the truth about Native Americans. I waited for this photograph for three whole years and it was worth it. Then I lost sight of Will.

 An Ordinary Native American

I haven’t been to the US for a long time, so I missed him. After a very long time indeed I was able to see him through WEEK OF LIFE, where I finally saw him in the set of images of my NY mom, Olina. During my recent visit to New York we met again. It was a beautiful meeting and I think a little emotional as well. I will probably never shoot Will again, not that he wouldn’t be a suitable object, but because he already gave me the most he could and he couldn’t have given his portrait any more. Perhaps only his Native soul, but unlike ours, that one is not for sale.

Adolf Zika

Canon PowerShot G11

If you even remotely follow the development of digital photography technology, you could not have missed that one of the basic parameters – resolution – has slowly and continually been improving. This year, and apparently for the first time in history, the opposite took place: for its flagship product among compact cameras, model PowerShot G11, Canon used a sensor with a lower resolution than its predecessor, the G10.

First of all, let’s get briefly acquainted with the ‘Gees’, one of the product lines of Canon’s compact digitals. From the very beginning of the development of the PowerShots G, from the G1, which was introduced to the market in 2000, they have represented the most advanced cameras in compact design both within their own brand as well as amongst their competition. The Gees have always excelled and still excel with brilliant image quality, excellent technical features, and advanced functions. As a result, they have never been cheap but they represent a sort of backup camera line for semiprofessional and professional photographers working with digital reflex cameras. The next to last Gee featured a respectable resolution of 14.7 Mpx. But the newest PowerShot G11 has ‘only’ 10 Mpx. Why this change to three generations previous (G10 had 12 MPx, G8 never existed and only G7 had 10 Mpx)?

Compact digital cameras have one major disadvantage – they have very small sensors (with sizes roughly in millimeters as opposed to the tens of millimeters of D-SLR or Micro 4/3) and miniature individual cells. This is why they are unable to generate a strong charge and why disturbing digital noise occurs easily and quickly. Thus, whereas many reflex cameras produce nearly noise-free images when using ISO 800 sensitivity, images from the majority of digital compacts, despite the high resolution, can be used only for small photographs, where the noise is lost. In other words, increasing resolution of digital compact cameras while maintaining sensor size is detrimental.

Canon is surely aware of this, and in case of G11 the company disregarded marketing pressure for higher resolution – the 10 Mpx is a whole lot of data – and devoted their efforts to improving image quality instead. As you will discover at the conclusion of this review and as you can see in the sample photographs, it succeeded in this endeavor very well.

Canon PowerShot G11 – in short
Resolution 10 Mpx, optical stabilization
Optics 28–140 mm
Video VGA (640 × 480 px)

Canon G11 is a robust compact and its dimensions approach cameras of the Micro 4/3 standard (see e.g. our reviews of Olympus Pen E-P1 or Panasonic Lumix DMC-GF1 ). But thanks to a larger body one has a better grip and the number of buttons and other features spread out on the body are controlled easily. With a weight of 400 grams you will also be thankful for the classic neck strap instead of the usual ‘compact’ hand loop.

It is also one of the last few digital compacts still equipped with an optical sight viewfinder that is unfortunately small and not quite usable.

Other than the optical viewfinder, the Canon G11 is of course fitted with a large display on the back side – in this case on a hinge, which enables one to not only tilt it by nearly ninety degrees but also to rotate it by three quarters of a full circle, 270 degrees. Thanks to this you can comfortably photograph from various breakneck positions and also turn the display face inside for safer transport, and so forth.
In the case of the LCD, Canon actually went back several generations of Gees, as the last model fitted with such a display was the PowerShot G6, introduced at the end of 2004. But it had a small two-inch display, whereas the G11 uses an LCD with a diagonal size nearly one inch larger with fourfold higher resolution.

Super features
Many setting options
Image stabilization
Image format RAW
Built-in neutral-grey filter
Modularity (the option to attach accessories

The Canon PowerShot G11 has a large number of advanced functions and after the fashion of reflex cameras for demanding photographers, the handling is designed in such a way as to allow the most important parameters to be changed very quickly. Controls for direct access to functions, which are dispersed literally over the whole top and back side of the camera serve this purpose.

Notice in particular the ‘analog’ circular controls at the top. At the very left you will find exposure correction in the range ±2 EV, sectioned in thirds of the exposure level. Right from the flash hot shoe you can find a doubled circular select switch, where the larger bottom circular ring controls ISO sensitivity and the smaller wheel sets exposure programs. Here you will also find the C1 and C2 options, which are two Custom user regimes, where you can define your own settings in a wide range of functions, including, for example, the zoom focal length.
The right back side of the camera next to the display features the usual arrangement of buttons and a four-way select switch with a rotating circular ring. Operating Canon G11 is by and large very straightforward and fast. A button on the back side under exposure correction, which can be configured by the user, is another aspect that contributes to this. You can see the number of functions, which can be chosen and set for the button, in the last example of the camera menu below.

Again after the fashion of advanced digital reflex cameras, the Canon G11 has been given a high degree of modularity – options for user extensions. The circular ring around the lens is removable. Under it you will find a bayonet similar to the one for mounting lenses with reflex cameras. An additional, supplied, adapter lens barrel can be mounted on it which can in turn be used to mount various photographic filters or, for instance, a 1.4× teleconverter. The adapter barrel is also compatible with circular macro flashes by Canon. Common external flashes can be of course mounted on the hot shoe at the top of the camera. Especially with the small flash Canon Speedlite 270EX, the configuration is still sufficiently compact, yet it excels with high light output even in very difficult conditions.

Examples of the camera menu of Canon PowerShot G11

Overall evaluation
Without exaggeration, the Canon PowerShot G11 represents the best compact digital camera in the market at the end of 2009. By keeping a reasonable resolution and thus also size of the individual cells of the sensor, and by developing excellent algorithms for reducing noise as well, Canon has created a compact camera that beats all its competitors with regard to noise level. Related to this is a traditionally outstanding lens that delivers very sharp images without optical defects. The Canon G11 is well equipped with functions – both beginners who use automatic modes as well as semiprofessionals and professionals, who prefer aperture priority, shutter priority, or fully manual settings will find what they need. A camera of this sort would not be without the RAW format, which allows many subsequent computer adjustments that can be made without damaging the quality of the image file.

Common price (at the time of this review being published): $ 499, € 589, £ 569

Basic technical data for Canon PowerShot G11

Sensor

CCD 1/1.7″
10 Mpx (3 648 × 2 736 px)
Sensitivity ISO 80 to 3,200

Optics

28–140 mm F2.8–4.5
Optical stabilization

Memory medium

SD/SDHC

Data formats

Image: JPEG, RAW (CR2)
Video: MOV

Video

640 × 480 px, 30 fps
320 × 240 px, 30 fps
Mono sound

LCD

Screen size 2.8″ (71 mm)
461,000 px

Power supply

Li-Ion battery

Dimensions and weight

113 × 79 × 48 mm (w × h × d)
400 g (incl. battery and memory card)

Granny Ben

It actually isn’t as much a story of a photograph as it is a story of an old and lonely woman and her small dog. The whole thing took place about ten years ago in one neighborhood in Southern Bohemia in the middle of blocks of panel houses.

Granny Ben

In this ordinary and god-forsaken place, every afternoon small boys played football on the ground between the buildings. The ball was flew all over and bounced in all directions. But of all places, it flew the most into the window of an old woman, who had no one and was a good target for different pranks. And so every other day the same scene occurred, in which the boys begged the old lady for their ball that had dropped into her kitchen and broken dishes or sometimes the window. The lady didn’t want to give up the ball and sent her tiny barking dog Ben at them. It always involved a lot of shouts and tears. And so the lady began to be called Granny Ben.

No one was particularly fond of the lady because Benny got up every day around four o’clock in the morning and the old lady walked him around the whole closed block of homes. As soon as she opened the door at this early morning hour, the dog took a run and barked all over. The lady, still in her nightgown, screamed behind him in a high-pitched voice as loudly as she could: “Benny!!! You bastard, wait!!! Just wait, my darling, just wait till I catch you, I will kill yooou!” Neighbors leaned out of their windows, shouted at the poor old woman various unpublishable swear words and occasionally even threw something at her. And so it was repeated every other morning.

One afternoon, I think it was in the fall, this lady grabbed me under my arm, pressed me against her and said: “Young man, would you photograph me with my little darling? I will hang the photo above the cupboard in the kitchen, so that we wouldn’t be home so alone………”

Sure! Sure my dear, I will shoot such an old hag, who wakes me up every morning, never lets me have a good sleep, not even on Sundays. I will photograph a granny who takes away the football from small boys! And already I was looking for a suitable excuse to quickly and quietly get out of it, but her embrace was so tight that I couldn’t refuse.

“All right, just stand here perhaps, click, click ……….. well and it’s done!!! I will bring you the photo tomorrow.” I didn’t even wait for her to thank me or hug me tightly. The next day I approached the apartment on the first floor of the building, where the lady lived. I had the photograph, 40×50 cm, neatly hidden in a hard paper tube so that it couldn’t be seen at once and so that it would be more difficult to take it out. I rang the bell at the door. “Good morning, here…… here you have the photo….. as you wanted… so, have a nice day and good bye!” I didn’t wait for anything, took the stairs three at a time. Surely when madam sees herself, her embrace would be even firmer and maybe that wouldn’t even be the end of it. Out of breath, I stopped outside under her open windows and I waited to see what would happen. I have never before heard such long and cheerful heartfelt laughter that came and it was one of the greatest rewards I have ever received. Before I moved away from the neighborhood, the lady always nicely greeted me in a high voice across the whole street and once she even invited me to her home for coffee. To see Benny in the golden frame, she said.

Thanks to this photograph I sleep well in the morning. Thanks to this photograph I see the world of old people differently. Since that time I don’t mind dogs barking in the morning.

Incidentally, this photograph was chosen this December for an anthology of documentary photography and photojournalism, which will be published in the USA and which aims to show the ordinary face of this world. But that’s not as important.

Daniel Kaifer

Remote places – Vietnam

Hoang Thao, Manager, Vietnam

Hoang Thao, a young lady living in Hanoi, the capital of Vietnam, gave the first interview from this part of the world, in which she openly expressed feelings that are held by the younger Vietnamese generation of today. She even openly answered questions regarding the current problems of her country. A country where people are closely tied by tradition and where the family stands at the forefront of life. Read the interview with this young lady who represents the young Vietnam generation.

How did you learn about the Week of Life project and what convinced you to take photos of your own week of life?

I often visit www.vladstudio.com, the page of illustrator Vlad Gerasimov, where he wrote that he really enjoyed Week of Life, so I had a look at the homepage, looked at a lot of amazing photos by the others and then wanted to contribute with some images of my life, my area to the Project. So I just went for it.

How would you describe the life in Vietnam? What do you appreciate the most about your country and on the other hand, what would you like to change?

In Vietnam, the lifestyle is different among different cities. My home city, which is the capital, surely has a busier lifestyle than all the smaller ones, but it is not as fast as the biggest city of our country, Ho Chi Minh City. Of course everywhere people have to work hard to earn a living but here they highly consider also the non-material value and they enjoy every moment of their life with other people.
The advantages of my country: People: quite peaceful, friendly, strong connection among the community, caring and generous. Nice landscape. Food: always cheap, fresh and new. It is also famous for Silk and Coffee.
The disadvantages: too many protocols if there’s a problem related to documents. Traffic is bad in the two biggest cities. People are poor. Sometimes customers do not have any power. We need a more active attitude. We need to improve education and books.

We can see from your photos that the members of your family are often together and that you respect traditions. Do you think that people in Vietnam follow national habits more than people, for example, in European countries? And what is the attitude of young people towards respecting traditions?

I think that Vietnamese people, just as European people, have their own special days. Perhaps they are not the same: for example you have Christmas, we have Lunar New Year. However I must say that people here in Vietnam really highly appreciate the value of the family. Normally no one leaves their home to live alone until they get married and family members are always very close to each other. Young people are less meddled by their parents, nevertheless, they still obey their parents a lot. It does not mean they don’t have their own point, but it means they respect and always want to please their parents.

The things you say are very interesting. In Europe and I think in America too, the situation is different. Perhaps that‘s the reason why there are more and more singles who live alone, because today everyone wants to be independent soon. What about you? Do you live alone or with your parents? Do you have brothers and sisters? May I ask you how old you are?

I am 23 and I am not married so I still live with my family. I have a younger sister who is 8 years old (small, right?). Actually I have my job and if I wanted I could move out. But it’s also a problem of finances. It’s more economical when you don’t have to rent a house and the meal (made by mom) is ready every evening after work. I kind of love living with them 🙂 People here are closely attached to their family. For example, if a woman has 2 sons, one of them has to live with the parents to take care of them even if he’s married. Normally that’s the 2nd son :). Next year I’ll go to England for my Master course (Art Management) so of course at that time I won’t live with my family.

You say that you learned about the project from Vlad Gerasimov´s website, Vladstudio. Does it mean that you are interested in visual and graphic arts and design?

I’m interested in interesting things, especially arts. I worked for an art foundation, projects and websites. My hobby is following art events, see what’s happening today… 🙂

What must people in your country do or be to have a good life in Vietnam and not be poor?

To be honest, while a part of the Vietnamese people study a lot, work harder and harder everyday to get high salary and better living standard, others are fond of making big money in short time periods in ridiculous ways that you can not imagine. Mostly they are not criminals but they are fond of things like „lottery and gambling“, which are highly illegal. There are no adequate words for them in English so I’m sorry I cannot explain more 🙂

What would you say about freedom of speech in your country? Is it easy to access information from abroad, for example through the internet, or is there any blockage of sites that are “unsuitable”?

We have freedom, however we never mention sensitive problems such as politics. We cannot access many sites from abroad like Talawas, and even Facebook 🙂 However people always find a way to connect. The government hasn’t released any strict rules concerning these issues.

Buddhism is the most practiced religion in your country. What does it mean exactly for a modern person? Do you feel any difference between the attitude of young and older generations to this faith?

The Vietnamese people have a habit of going to pagodas, especially on Full moon or Lunar New Year. Many of them are Buddhist, however if someone goes to the pagoda it does not mean that he is Buddhist, it’s just something we love to do. Buddhists normally concentrate in certain areas, and they are mostly seniors who have free time. I myself do not like and care about religion, however I love going to the pagodas and wish for better things to happen. Thailand is much more into Buddhism than Vietnam. Both young and old people always respect the faith and the monks, whether they are Buddhist or not. One of the reasons is that Vietnamese people believe monks and Buddhism in general is very pure and believable. Another reason is that during the war, pagodas and monks helped many families hide and live there, they protected them, taught them to write and to speak.

Weeks of Hoang Thao

Swimming in the sand

I have long been convinced that camera and a good eye are not the only things that make for good photography. The best images need a little more. They need an unrepeatable moment, courage, and sense of light. Yet at the same time, it is sometimes good to avoid all thoughts about equipment, setting up, or staging the model in any way. One must simply press the release button at the right time at the right place. I am happy that I have taken several such photographs in my life. The one I would like to introduce to you today definitely belongs among them.

Swimming in the sand

It is in no way a new photograph in my archive. I created it on an island in the Atlantic Ocean that I often use as a natural studio for my fashion and art photography. In the same place, for instance, I created the black and white photograph of the half-naked lady who used my sweater as avant-garde pants and performed sumo rituals while standing on one leg. I will introduce this photograph here soon. But now back to the point. I’m simply very fond of this island and perhaps it rewarded me for it. I spent that whole week working on a catalog for the fashion label Fisher Collection and I can say that on the last day I’d had enough. I struggled with high fever, and whereas others walked around almost naked, I was running around with a camera dressed in a sweater and hood. Due to the unexpected illness it was a true photographic hell for me, and even today my memories are still quite mixed. But that does not change anything about the fact that the catalog, which I created there, belongs among the best I’ve created in fashion photography to this day.

I remember the moment quite clearly because swimsuits were photographed last and involved the most difficulties. I had an idea that we would do the last roll of film (yes, you read right FILM) on a huge sand dune and the model would be jumping down to make it seem as though her legs were at least twice as long as her torso. I used a 24 mm focal length lens for this effect. I used it for the whole roll of film and hoped that I had it. When I started to descend the top of the dune on the hot sand down to the car, I noticed that I still had one photograph left in the camera. Or more precisely, the control signaling the end of the film was not on, even though I had exposed 36. Sometimes it happens that the film is longer and there is space for one more photograph. I shouted to the top of the dune to the model, who was about to climb down that she should wait for me; I was coming back for one more photograph. I had no idea at the time that I was returning for one of my best photographs. When I was about two meters away from her, I said, „Hey, Marťa, it’s the last photo, so just jump into the sand as if you were jumping into water.“ I exaggerated a bit but what happened was exactly what I had in mind. The atmosphere, dynamics, and light were perhaps a reward for me coming back. Since then I’ve always exposed rolls of film until the very last shot and it has paid off many times. This was the field labeled 37e.

I had a hard time once again even in Prague though. The original negative of this image was being scanned in the graphic studio for so long as no one knew about it. It took exactly half a year, even though they searched for it several times in the same studio, in the same places, always with the answer that someone must have taken it. I refused to accept that it would not be found. You can imagine how I felt when six months later I went to pick up the lost child filled with fear that it might be a silly joke.

Adolf Zika

Modest Daniel Kaifer

Daniel Kaifer, Photographer, Czech Republic

Daniel Kaifer’s life is closely tied into the small town Horská Kvilda, where he has lived with his family for seven years now. His photographs pay tribute to this place and its inhabitants and depict an atmosphere you could not find in any larger town. Come read an interview with a man who humbly claims that he‘s just a kind of sleepy bear that withdrew into the mountains.

When did you first get acquainted with the medium called photography? And how has your relationship with photography developed? Are you an amateur or a semiprofessional?

I became acquainted with photography at university, as a hobby. I hitchhiked through Europe and wanted to have a way to keep my memories. And so I bought my first camera at Mr. Škoda in Prague. It was an old PENTAX program A with a 35-105 mm lens. This configuration made it rather a brick, not very suitable for traveling but reliable. I later enlarged all the images to 24×36 mm prints, glued them to cardboard and hung them on the wall in my room on campus. It had nothing to do with quality and real photography. Of course later my relationship with photography developed further and changed but the prehistory of my relationship with photography began in this way.
Whether I’m a professional? Ummm, Yes, I am. I see the difference between an amateur and a professional in that a professional is always and under any circumstances able to create a valuable image crafted with care, which has a high quality technically and also contains something extra – a message, which you then carry yourself as the author to the viewer. You are able to speak to the viewers and easily pass on your testimony to them. An amateur sometimes succeeds in this and sometimes not. Although the craft is mastered (perhaps thanks to new technology), the important aspect is missing – the testimony. I see the fundamental difference here. It’s secondary whether you get paid for photography or whether you do it due to some internal overpressure and a need to express yourself.
An experienced cliché is that a professional is someone who has a well-known name and earns money with photography, perhaps even a lot of money. An amateur does it for his own pleasure and is not very good at it. I believe that this is indeed a cliché. It’s only marketing and the ability to sell photography as such. In my view, the so-called professionals and amateurs often overlap. In both directions.
I can perhaps back up my claim that I’m a professional with the fact that this year I obtained a QEP certificate, which is being awarded by the Federation of European Professional Photographers. But is it important? Why do these two pigeon-holes exist? Isn’t this question only about one’s own ego?

What does photography give you personally, what meaning do you find in it?

Photography is an amazing adventure. In photography, I primarily look for the wonderful moment of a story being born, of the most common story, which is everywhere around us. This moment cannot be thought up in advance, this fleeting instant cannot be planned, you cannot force it out, you can only and only get them from life. It’s a gift. It’s a journey of searching through life and finding, discovering. It’s not possible to create the scene like in the theater, I’m not a director. I’m merely a spectator drawn into the story. When photographing a documentary I encounter many people and stories. In order for photography to convey testimonies, it must be natural without calculation, without manipulating with the “actors” on the stage. In my opinion, such stories can be photographed only with great honesty and humility towards the people I try to capture. This all is not possible without me getting to know everyone, every photographed person. And some images take up to five years to be created. While I photograph, nice relationships, sometimes friendships, are formed. The photograph is in these cases only a sort of a cherry on top, a bonus, a dessert, in which everything joins into one. In such moments, the photograph is not even important, everything else is secondary and it lives its own life, on which I have little influence any more. And I have an opportunity to pass all of this over to the viewer as the author, well isn’t it beautiful to be in the world for this?
The second thing is the opportunity for the freest outlook on life. There is no force, which can prevent you looking at this world freely. Books can be burned, mouths can be shut. But it is always possible to see this world freely. Even without a camera. The camera is only a tool, an instrument, an intermediary. Of course, we can be affected by the time, environment, in which we live, the people, with whom we live, but no one can ever take this freedom away from you.

What is your job, what are your hobbies and where do you live with your family?

That’s probably not very interesting…, originally my profession was a construction engineer (heating, boiler rooms, gas lines, power engineering and so forth). At the moment it’s kind of half and half, sometimes more photography, sometimes more engineering. For seven years now, I’ve lived with my family in the middle of the national park in Šumava in Horská Kvilda, beautiful nature, a healthy environment for children, peace, a lot of snow, temperatures of up to -42 °C. The price for it is that one must make money for bare survival in several ways, not only with photography, not only with engineering. The hobbies are obvious – cross-country skiing and mountains, poetry, music…, but that probably isn’t interesting.

Do you think that it is possible to earn a living with the sale of documentary photographs in this country at this time?

I cannot answer this question. If I speak for myself, I must say that it’s not possible. For a long time I have tried to find a way to earn a living with documentary photography in a place that has 50 permanent inhabitants. To tell the truth, I have not accomplished that and am not able to do that. I ascribe this to two factors. First, I am not a businessman. Someone who would stand in front of the buyer and sell his goods as the most perfect thing in the world. I would more likely draw the buyer’s attention to the faults I see in my work. This may be sincere but it’s not a business policy. I consider this my own failure because a professional photographer should be good at the business part of the craft as well. It’s true that photographs should be sold by galleries and gallerists but this photography market unfortunately does not work here. All the same, this sentence is not an excuse, it’s a mere grumbling about myself.
The second factor is that today, the common spectator is overwhelmed with the slush of the postmodern time and technical possibilities he cannot fully make use of. Photography becomes only a bare message, information, decoration. The testimony disappears. There is no time to search, it’s necessary to sell and subordinate the photograph – that is, the message – to this goal. I cannot judge whether this is good or bad but the art of reading photography is definitely disappearing. What actually is a good photograph today? Meaningless colored enlargements or small pieces of paper hidden somewhere in a drawer? Who today still reads poetry? Who today is still able to read photography? Why buy a documentary photograph for hundreds of Euros? And even hang in at home as a decoration?
And so I have come to the attitude where I believe that if my work is good and of high quality, it will find its way to the viewer alone and even sell itself. And if isn’t good? It has no right for any further life and my effort is only another vanity in this world. But I enjoy it. And if my photographs are sold? Is that an important question??

Where did you first come across the project Week of Life and how did you feel about it?

I learned about the Week of Life project from Mr. Jiří Heller. Take nine photographs in a day seven times in a row. It was on a Monday evening, I was moving and completely remodeling my study and in addition, I had to submit some work. Nine photographs a day? Whole week? At first I didn’t want to go ahead with it at all, I had no time, I had better things to do. There are days when stories just pour into your life, one after another, and then comes a day, which you spend laying in bed and all you encounter during the day are the boards on the ceiling. And we are back to the first question, who is a professional and who is an amateur. A professional must be able to photograph even the ceiling boards. Nine quality photographs a day with a story about where I live, whom I meet, what is its story? That’s a challenge though! And why not right now, when else… Week of Life was a challenge for me, a challenge in a field of photography, which is very close and dear to me. I hope that I have not let the viewers down and I hope that I have communicated my story to at least one of them.

Do you think that this type of project could in any way help society or be in any way useful to an individual?

I’ve been going through old photographs of Šumava and the most ordinary and sometimes even poor quality photographs of people, places, gain incredible immense value after the decades. It’s a view into one’s own past, on which I can reflect as a spectator. I can discover that I’m free. I can treat it in a way I deem the best. The one who knows one’s past, one’s story, has a chance to learn about oneself. I think that Week of Life is an enormous message to the future. This is who we are and this is how we live. This is more important that the ego of each individual author, more important than the technical aspect of the matter. The ability to learn about yourself is the project’s contribution. I would wish the project not to slip into another ‘web photo gallery’ and maintain its high standard. That’s a very difficult and tough task in today’s world!

Yes, you are right, the internet is full of slush and it is not easy to maintain quality, especially in the battle for advertisers. What is your view of the internet in general and in relation to photography? And in which direction do you think will it develop?

In the face of all negatives, which are being written about the internet today and despite all dangers, which it holds, I have to answer that the internet is a living organism, which can connect individuals on this Earth. It’s similar as with fire, a good servant but a bad master. I like fire, I like its warmth, but I fear its power, which I’m unable to comprehend and fully control. It is similar with the internet. It is amazing that the internet enables me to share the stories of other people and not only that. I can communicate with them, I can live their life with them at a distance and it extends my freedom. Freedom that ends beyond the border of my physical existence. I can continue to learn new things. On the other hand I see a danger in alienation from one’s own surroundings, one’s significant others. I am a little schizophrenic from the two worlds – the physical and virtual. I have no idea how the internet will develop further, but I think that we are in a developmental stage comparable to puberty or, using technical terminology, at the level of the steam engine. There are amazing things ahead of us – machines that fly and land on the moon – to wit, things we can’t even imagine today.

It’s similar in terms of photography. On the one hand, I heard recently that František Drtikol does not have a website and is not on facebook and thus it’s as if he didn’t exist. Martin Luther also doesn’t have a website and yet his legacy will live inside me until the end of my days. Then there are internet projects such as lens.blogs.nytimes.com of the New York Times, which fascinate me and which affect my life every day. And I believe that thanks to digitalization, the journey of photography was given immense and unsuspected possibilities but … The journey of photography has not become easier, rather the contrary. It is more difficult, photography as such is subject to new questions, new challenges. We must firstly accept that digitalization is a fact and secondly realize what do we really want to convey? Whom do we want to convey it to? How much do we want to convey it? How far can we go? Have we tried all possible means? Where are the limits of these questions? And what are the off-limits where one should not or must not go? You are also right in your question that the battle for advertisers is getting more and more difficult. Which advertiser is able to recognize a photograph of truly high quality in the infinite number that there is? Is good photography yours, or perhaps mine? What if we are both mistaken? And if we look around, the situation in our Czech playground is very sad, isn’t it? And we’re only talking about commercial sales of photographs. I have to repeat – the journey of photography has not become easier – it is becoming increasingly difficult with an inverse proportion. We face so many challenges. And technology keeps on getting ahead of us. I think it will all end up that in the future, recording reality will change to such an extent under the influence of technology that photography will be free, not marginal but free – only one of the ways to convey testimony. For instance, holographic 3D records of reality will exist, which will include aroma and emotional tracks and which will be captured with devices of the size of current compact cameras… and will be distributed on a mass scale. Or a small MATRIX will come. But it will not kill photography, on the contrary, it will become freer. I am looking forward to this time because I will be freer, technology will untie my hands, technology will enable to pass my testimony to as many people possible. It is technology that kills the slush we flounder through today. I have hope for this. But photography can be liberated only by photographers and their stories.

The last question – where do you see your future as a photographer? How will your path develop or how would you like your path to develop?

I would like to complete my two semi-finished projects – portraits of old women and a poetic documentary about people from Šumava. For two years I have been publishing a poetic irregular Friday piece Hlas Divočiny (Voice of the Wild). I choose the best photograph of the whole week, I write a text for it, which was going through my head while I was taking it and each Friday I send the whole thing to my readers. It’s sort of a gift, which I’d received, so why not send it forward as a gift. I would like to continue doing this for a few years.
I don’t think that my photographic career will change in any fundamental way. Perhaps I will be discovered and will exhibit in the whole Western hemisphere. Frankly speaking, there are many photographers like me and I certainly don’t belong among the best. I am just a kind of a sleepy bear that withdrew into the mountains. I wander through the country among people. However, it would be insincere to say that it does not please me when someone likes my work, when it appeals to someone, makes them think. It would be insincere to say that I don’t have to come down from the mountains to gather new strength in the valley.
How would I like for everything to develop? I would like to undertake a journey through Spain, three to four weeks, to meet new people, new stories and try to pass it on through photography. It would be nice if my photographs were sold more, for me to be able to maintain a professional standard of equipment and not have to finance it from the family budget. It would be nice. But who wouldn’t want this, right?
Just to walk through the land, step by step, not hurry anywhere, have everything I want, all mountains, trees and my own sins. Then I would be very happy and wealthy man.

Weeks of Daniel Kaifer

Two truths

The photograph I would like to tell you about today seemed not nearly as ambitious when it was born as it does today! It captures two elderly ladies in wheelchairs that are united certainly by more than just dark colored nurses. For instance, they are tied together by a passion for fashion trends–at least that’s how I see it.

Dvě pravdy

The image was created in 1996 on Fashion Avenue in New York, at about two o’clock in the afternoon. It was not made with any higher intention or even arranged ahead of time. As quickly as it came, it also left. I even remember than I only turned around to take it and exposed only three fields. It was not worth taking more because it created itself. Almost two years after I took it, nothing happened with it and in fact, it had had a sort of photographic vacation. It lied filed in my archive and waited for someone to remember it. In 1998 I enlarged it for the first time and showed it to a few people. And its story started right here. Opinions of it were so contradictory and differed in so many aspects that I became more and more interested.

A few years ago, when I started preparing my first photographic publication for exhibitions, I deliberately included it in my selection. My ‘advisors’ laughed, frowned, fell silent, but, most importantly, discussed. The turning point arose when my good photographic friend Honza Šibík came to my studio. A photographer of significant events, turmoil, and wars, whom I respect not only for his work but also for his modesty and goodness as such, his opinion on this photograph was unusually critical. He saw even cruelty and indiscretion to the situation on my part, and from the very beginning he perceived it as an inhumane photograph. This view was very interesting for me and I concerned myself with the photograph all the more. When we later met in New York and talked about my Portfolio, he did not forget to point out that he still maintains his view. Simply a second-rate photograph that does not belong to an exhibition of my photographs that he says he likes so much. I did not take Honza’s opinion as a reproach or criticism. I tried to learn from it and move on. I mean it in the sense that it is very important to observe who reacts and how to your photographs. To understand differences in people’s feelings in this way.

A few days before this article was published in print medium I visited my friend and teacher who is fifty years my senior, Mr. Jaroslav Krejčí, a renowned graphic artist and theater photographer, a man who taught at FAMU for twenty years and through whose hands have passed such students as Tono Stano. Mr. Krejčí was very tired that day, and so we sat in his apartment in Prague’s Small Side, drank coffee, and I listened to all possible useful things. I could not wait to hear an opinion on my new publication that he’d had in his hands for several days already and had not yet expressed an opinion. But it was not forthcoming and I was a little uneasy. Could it be that it was the one photograph that opinions would be much alike? About two hours later we finished talking and I was saying good bye. My teacher showed me to the door and on my way down the stairs I could not bear the fact that he had not said a single word about my publication. At the door we said goodbye and as his last sentence, he said. „I would throw out a third of the photographs from the catalog.“ I did not breathe a word and perhaps my heart skipped a beat or two. „The rest is very good. But you really surprised me with one.“ A moment of silence followed. „The granddames are powerful, that’s the best photo!“ I don’t think I added anything to this. I thanked him and was off.

I write this all to become all the more aware of the power of photography. Both of them were right, they had their truth, which they felt as such. And that sometimes seems extremely rare to me, when I see how many words, opinions, emotions can be produced by a black and white enlargement. Take photographs and ask people around you what they think about them. Or perhaps even let them be silent.

PS: I would like to dedicate this humble text as a memory of my old teacher, today unfortunately the late pedagogue, photographer, graphic and visual artist Jaroslav Krejčí.

Adolf Zika

Report from Kenya 2009 – part II

Jiří Pergl, Enterpreneur, Czech republic

Report from Kenya 3.8. – 9.8.2009 – part I

5.8. The way to slums and Maasai village Doldo

The number of children living in the Children’s Home is 78; that’s the limit the government has decreed shall not be exceeded. Nevertheless, a larger number of children (specifically, 142) who come to the Home everyday, because the school is part of it. These children have lunch in the Home and that’s their only food they have the entire day as they will get nothing during the day in their homes. They are grateful for this single serving of food daily. On the basis of this fact, Jarda and Hellen and I made the decision that we would do something special for these specific children. Unfortunately, it was not possible to help all of them, because to visit 142 families would mean staying longer than we could. Hellen helped us to choose the ten saddest cases, and then we went to buy some basic food for them. Children from these families had already gone through such hell in their 8 years of life that we cannot barely understand it (they are affected by AIDS, their parents have already died, they sniff glue to calm down, they endure starvation, and it’s not even worth discussing water purity and hygiene).

In illustration, I point out our first stop at a little girl named Sarafin’ place. She lives in the slum with her great-grandmother and foster parents. Her parents died of AIDS and unfortunately, Sarafin has AIDS as well. She has to take medication and mainly eat, because the medication is very aggressive, and she has huge stomach-aches. The fact that she doesn’t eat for several days or that she discontinues her medication because her great-grandmother or foster parents can’t pay for it damaged her health so much that her time here on earth is rapidly declining.

Other cases are almost the same. So we settled on journey to help the rest of the families. In Nanyuki, there are 6 slums and the number of people living there is approximately 350,000. During our second stop, we visited 6 children living in their grandmother’s home as well, due to the death of their parents. Half of them are suffering from AIDS.

The third case was the worst with regard to psychology. We met with 12 children from 2 to 13 years of age. The thing was that we couldn’t find them. In the place where they were supposed to live there were just locked doors and nobody around. They had lived with one old African woman who threw them out onto the street because they hadn’t paid the rent for three month. We tried to find them to help put everything in order. As there were no OMDC financial resources remaining, I paid the debt plus rent for the next 4 months by myself and warned the woman that if she did it one more time she would meet with furious mudzunga (which means white men).

The next visits were in the same spirit as the earlier visit Joy, hugs, thanks (asante sana in Swahili), and a lot of happiness. We took the last five big bags of food and went to Somalia, which is 180 km away from Nanyuki. In Dodol, there was a big surprise awaiting us. The first stop was not as was usually the case at a children’s home, but directly at the office of local civil authorities. The city’s mayor’s personal invitation really surprised me. He had learned from Hellen about my organization, OMCD, and about our help to the Children’s Home in Nanyuki. He acquainted us with the problems of the province where 90% of inhabitants are Masai. Local girls are married at the age of seven, and they must fulfil all the marital duties. In addition, all these girls undergo female genital mutilation. This practice is still present, and not only in this area. The city’s mayor announced to us that for this reason he would give us an area of 1000 acres for OMDC to operate and help these desperate girls. He gave us a specific time frame to establish the background and schools for girls with security to prevent husbands from coming into the building.

That day, we were accommodated in an Old House, just beyond Nanyuki. Hellen surprised us once more when she invited journalists to share dinner with us. One man was from Daily Nation Kenya, which has the largest daily circulation in Kenya, and two other men came from different Kenyan radio stations. We talked about our organization, about helping children in this area, and all three were enthusiastic. They promised to publish an article in the journal and to make reference to our organization.

6.8 Departure from Nanyuki to Nairobi with the stop in another slum

In the morning, we discovered in a suitcase one blown-out plastic bag the stuffed toys that a school called Chvaletická from Czech Republic had donated to us. It occurred to us that we could go to the next slum and hand out the stuffed toys from the car. Although the joy in the Children’s Home in Nanyuki was amazing, the joy of children living in poor slums without the chance to get into the Children´s Home was incredible. It was fascinating and wonderful.

In Jaroslav’s and my opinion, this journey leading back to children from Nanyuki succeeded. We cared for two-hundred and twenty children who will have enough food for the next four to five months; they can watch fairytales for the first time in their life, and, finally, they know the feeling of having something in their own possession—like stuffed toys.

7.8. – 8.8. Departure from Nairobi to Masai Mara National Reserve

The second part of our trip to Kenya wasn’t related to the OMDC program. Jarda was in Kenya for the first time so, possibly like most others, he wanted to visit a national park to encounter African nature and its wildlife. The most famous park in Kenya is Masai Mara National Reserve. It’s situated in south-western Kenya and borders Tanzania. It’s such a large reserve that it’s not possible to pass through it in one day. Mara River, which divides it, is known for its annual migration of thousands of animals coming from Serengeti National Park in Tanzania. The Nile crocodile, which is the largest crocodilian in Africa measuring 8 meters, lives in this river. The migrating animals, such as zebras, wildebeests, etc., have to cross the river, and very often, it’s not easy. Either they drown or are eaten by the crocodiles. August is the best month to see this nature show. Another amazing adventure is the view of the large number of lions, which you can come close to and look them face to face, or just watch them eating their food. Apart from lions, there are also other interesting animals—leopards, elephants, giraffes, waterbucks, hyenas, hippos, and various kinds of snakes including black mambas and cobras.

The entrance to this national reserve costs 60 USD for mudzunga and 40 USD for a car. It’s better to set up sleeping arrangements in advance in Nairobi at any Kenyan agency. If not, you might have to drive 400 km to Masai Mara and there discover there is no vacancy. In nearly all cases accommodation is provided in tents where there are 2 beds, a shower and toilets. The prices can be different—from 40 USD per person without food to 250 USD per person all inclusive. You can meet all kinds of people–including rich Germans, French, Italian, Japanese, Americans, etc. We paid for the cheapest one and went two days without taking a shower. We also enjoyed dirty water from the tap, a toilet that was out of order, and over-roasted food.

9.8. Masai Mara and leaving to Nairobi

The price of entry to the Masai Mara National Reserve is for a one and a half day visit. If you are able to wake up at 6 a.m., you have a unique chance to watch lions during hunt. Their attacks on wildebeests and zebras are an everyday spectacle. But you have to be lucky as we were because we found a huge pack of lions that hunted down two animals. Even our guide told us that he had never seen such a spectacle although he has been going to the reserve for more than 5 years.

After watching the animals we leave Masai Mara and go to Nairobi. It’s almost impossible to drive on this road by ordinary car. You drive 80 km on the dusty roads that are full of pot-holes where even a big Jeep has problems. Near the city Narok, we finally were able to continue on an asphalt road which was in construction and should be finished by the end of 2009 which is almost a miracle in Kenya. When we arrived in Nairobi, we went to our favourite hotel, Central Park Hotel, and after being two days without clean water we finally had a shower, food, and clean bed …

Our Kenya adventure lasted until August 12, 2009. I’m glad that I had the opportunity to help children from the children’s home in Nanyuki through our organization One More Day For Children and at the same time show a little piece of this magical country to my friend, Jaroslav Tarczal.

Jiří Pergl

Weeks of Jiří Pergl

Report from Kenya 3.8. – 9.8.2009

Jiří Pergl, Enterpreneur, Czech republic

Jiří Pergl is an amateur traveler, a person best described as an adventurer! For me he’s also a person full of contrasts and some to this day uncomprehended acts. Fortunately, these acts are positive, praiseworthy and even moving sometimes. This relates to his activities towards African children in Kenya, whose fates stand on the edge of society’s interest. We bring you his first story today. We decided not to edit it and leave it in its original version. Perhaps to make it possible for you to gain an understanding of his person through his words. This man, who has two beautiful red Ferraris in his garage, at one point in his life realized that there are other things in life than the race circiut, powerful machines and the so-called lifestyle. His earlier interests are so different from his current activities that I include him among people with the most contradicting personalities I’ve ever known. I wish him and his foundation many accomplished goals. Adolf Zika WEEK OF LIFE.

Five months later, I decided to return to Kenya and help children impacted by AIDS with my own financial resources and those collected during the beneficial actions of OMCD. I was not alone. Jaroslav Tarczal, owner of the restaurant U zelených in Beroun joined me and we both started on a journey. He decided to go with me after having seen my documentary film about the children, which I made in February. He was not the only person impressed by my film. After its presentation, many people from the Czech Republic decided to help as well by making donations.

This journey to Kenya had just one objective – to deliver donations from the organization ONE MORE DAY FOR CHILDREN to those who need them the most.

3.8. Nairobi

After our late night arrival, a friend of our Kenyan friends Patrick and Cyrus took us to my favourite hotel, Hotel Central Park, which is in the centre of the poorest part of Nairobi. The hotel offers security, dinner, a bed and a warm shower. That’s all you need in Kenya. The price for one room depends on the season—from 50 to 100 USD per double room per night.

Back in the Czech Republic, we had made a reservation in advance for a car in Kenya. Cyrus and Patrick could help us because in the winter, I had invited them to spend some time in the Czech Republic. I was their host during their three-month stay and introduced them to a completely different life than they had known in Kenya. They flew back home on August 2nd and on the same day, both the new members of the expedition, Jaroslav, and I, settled in on our journey as well.

At 9 am, Sam arrived and helped us arrange all the formalities needed to rent a car. We chose a Toyota Prado 4×4. It cost 216 USD per day, which may seem too expensive, but the investment is worth it. Around the city, there are many police patrols controlling and stopping every car of second-rate quality and trust me, they will always find something bad on the car to get the money from you. Moreover, the roads in Kenya in combination with their typical speed bumps are in such a bad condition that after 100 km spent on the road you have to find the nearest vehicle service to have the torn exhaust pipe changed, in the best case. It’s not really worth it to be scrupulous with a car in order to save money.

After all arrangements were made, we went to see Doctor Martin who was already waiting for us at the hospital. Doctor Martin claims to cure patients affected by HIV and AIDS. The first time I met him in the winter, he told me that he had 537 pregnant women and 137 children in his program to help HIV-positive individuals. At the present time, the numbers have increased to 1,680 pregnant women and 589 children. He gave us the creeps. We gave him a lot of sedatives and medication from the Czech Republic for his patients and also a financial donation to buy food because as he always says – patients taking medication for treating HIV infection must eat, if they don’t, their stomach cannot handle it. Since January, 30% of Doctor Martin’s patients have died of hunger.

Our next trip led us to the airport. Patrick and Cyrus came back at 1 p.m., because they flew on a different airline than we had. The welcome from their families was amazing. About 30 family members waited for each of them. Nevertheless, I had to deal with another thing. In the Czech Republic, we packed toys into Patrick’s and Cyrus’ bags for a Children’s Home in Nanyuki. But the customs officers wanted the boys to pay a duty charge. I didn’t like it of course and I demanded an explanation for why they wanted to seize toys destined to children dying from AIDS. On top of that, these toys were second-hand. I wanted to speak to the chief of the customs’ officers and security guards. After what seemed like a never-ending argument they just let us go. Anyway, they took me aside after the chief left and I had to pay some money. Kenya is well known for its corruption.

I was wondering about what to buy with the donated money from OMDC and after consulting with Mrs. Hellen, we decided to buy a Plasma TV. We had already purchased a DVD player and DVDs with fairytales from the Czech Republic. Children from the children’s home in Nanyuki have never seen any fairytales and had no clue what one was like.

4.8 Trip to Nanyuki

When we woke up and took our breakfast at the hotel, we loaded all the bags and television in the car and went to Nanyuki. The road to Nanyuki can take approximately 4 hours. Here in Kenya, distances are not calculated in kilometers but in hours. Roads are in terrible condition, and so the average speed is not more than 50 km/h. In the middle of the drive we had to do something very important. We had to buy food for children. The huge African food market is set in the city Karatina, mid-way from Nanyuki. We needed to buy flour, sugar, corn, carrots, cabbage, beans, legumes, oil, washing powder, tomatoes, onion, potatoes, etc. Half a tonne in total.

We arranged to have two local boys keep an eye out for the food that we had already bought and left in the middle of the market, and two other boys carried it to the car. Because of the large amount of food, we decided to call a pick-up taxi. Our Toyota was fully loaded and there was no space for the rest.

Before our arrival at the Children’s Home, we had to crush the corn from which mush would be made by adding the other ingredients. So we found a corn crusher in Nanyuki and had it crushed.

Children in Nanyuki had already known about our impending arrival so the welcoming shout was immense. The huge joy that surrounded us was very much like that at the arrival of Barack Obama to Kenya. Everybody here respects him and is proud of the fact that one of their own became a US president.

First off, we unloaded the food from the taxi.

The joy we saw in the children’s eyes was inexpressible. Of course, they were enthusiastic about the food, but the biggest happiness came when we started to carry the suitcases full of toys into one of the common rooms. Even though we had wrapped the big plasma TV in a sleeping bag, we could hear the children’s voice calling, “TV, TV!” and obviously we had to put it out immediately. Mrs. Hellen then told them that we were from the Czech Republic and had brought them some food, presents, candy, and one surprise. The children along with Mrs. Hellen and the member of the staff from the Children’s Home started to sing and dance in the rhythm of traditional African songs. None of us can even imagine such happiness; you had to have been there. I have to confess that I wept with joy.

Report from Kenya 3.8. – 9.8.2009 part II.

Weeks of Jiřího Pergla

Sincere Eva Mueller

Eva Mueller, Photographer, USA

From the very moment when photographer Eva Mueller documented her week of life, her photographs stood out with their absolute honesty. She has shown us her life the way it is. She revealed a large piece of herself and at the same time introduced us to the life of a photographer living in New York, a city that never sleeps. The art and visual sense that she gained during her graphic design studies are evident from Eva Mueller’s photographs. The peculiarity of Eva’s photographs and the way, in which she approached capturing her week justly ranks her among Week of Life Masters. Today we bring you an interview with her.

When did you first get acquainted with the medium called photography? And how has your relationship with photography developed?

When I studied Graphic Design in Germany in the 80s I started looking at a lot of photography. It inspired me tremendously. There were great contemporary people like Javier Valhonrat and Peter Lindbergh, but I also loved the classics like Erwin Blumenfeld and Penn. When I really started out it was mostly about fashion and beauty. In the last few years I’m shooting more portraits, lots of nudes, mostly male nudes and surprisingly abstract images. Those started to come out of me three years ago.

What is your job, what are your hobbies and where do you live with your family?

My job is being a photographer, and it’s my hobby as well! I love traveling and cinema and I look at all kinds of art whenever I can. I have a small family. My mother lives in Germany, I live in New York City.

Where did you first come across the Week of Life project and how did you feel about it?

Linda Brabcova, the project manager of „Week of Life“ found me on Fashion TV and asked me to participate before the website launched. It was a great experience! I really enjoyed taking pictures of my life in a very time structured way.

Do you think that this type of project could be in any way helpful to an individual or even society as a whole?

It is helpful! As I said if you start shooting your life on a daily base you suddenly see things you wouldn’t notice otherwise. It raises your attention and awareness. Therefore it will be beneficial for society in general.

You mentioned some luminaries of the world of photography such as Peter Lindbergh and others. Have you ever met any of them personally on your journeys or during your studies? If yes, what was it like?

No, unfortunately I never met him or other people whose work I admire a lot.

How did you experience the transition from analog to digital photography?

I couldn’t wait for it to happen at a quality that was necessary for professional photographers. I really had gotten tired of the darkroom. I love how many more creative tools you have in digital photography.

Many people say that the true photographic craft disappeared with the arrival of digital photography and that nowadays nearly anyone can be a photographer. What do you think about this statement?

It is true, anyone can be a photographer because anybody can afford the tools. However they’re just tools, so just because you have Garageband in your computer doesn’t mean you’re a musician. It still takes the eye and the skill and the understanding of light.

Is it difficult to survive in a city, which has been among the main centers of photography since this branch first appeared? The competition must be great..?

It certainly is!

In your opinion, what is the future of photography? Where is actually the line between which lies the boundary of original, and digitally modified hybrid?

The future of photography is video, but in the fine art sector there will always be a place for beautifully crafted photographs whether it be on film or digital, pure or altered.

If you didn’t live in New York where would you choose to live?

Brazil or Italy.

Weeks of Eva Mueller