The world of the magic box

When the Week of Life was in its infant phase, we, in the editor’s office, noticed a photographic phenomenon lurking amongst the photos of the authors from around the world. It was more of a sociological phenomenon, perhaps pointing out the future investigative and scientific character of the whole project. What are we talking about? With a few exceptions, everyone who submitted one or two sets into the project, he or she included a photo lying down in front of the strong ‘magnetic box’ called TELEVISION, with own feet usually belonging to the resulting image. Resting, relaxing or just laying on the sofa watching TV has become a worldwide phenomenon. We can see here how powerful the grasp of this medium is and how we’ve become its loyal brothers and sisters. From the photos themselves, we can even easily sense the intensity that goes on during this kind of ‘action’. At times, it is electrifying as telephone wires. Other times, it can be as chilly as the spring frost. At this point, we are not here to judge, assess or evaluate; that belongs to the Author’s column section, soon to expand by another scholarly perspective. As for our concluding remark, hardly any other activity is as resembling across the continents as hanging around the TV is. Welcome to the world of the Magic box.

Jan Watzek, Student, Czech Republic

Alena Šustrová, Office worker, Czech Republic

Tomáš Fibír, Civil engineer, Czech Republic

Zdeněk Dvořák, Special education needs teacher, Czech Republic

Milan Rejholec, Student, Czech Republic

Robert Thiele, Photographer, Germany

Jan Maťátko, Bartender, Czech Republic

František Ortmann, Photographer, Czech Republic

Antonín Blažek, Student, Czech Republic

Veronika Bahnová, Retired, Czech Republic

František Zíka, Skateboarder, Czech Republic

Vlad Gerasimov, Illustrator, Russia

Stanislav Pokorný, Photographer, Czech Republic

Adolf Zika, Photographer, Czech Republic

Hana Růžičková, Photographer, Czech Republic

Rick Minnich, Film director, Germany

Jan Watzek, Student, Czech Republic

Pasi Heiskanen, Web designer, Finland

Jiří Šebek, Web designer, Czech Republic

Věra Kurcová, Businessperson, Czech Republic

Petr Hrubý, Engineer, Czech Republic

Zdeněk Dvořák, Special education needs teacher, Czech Republic

Gianna Combs, Manager, Croatia

Vladimir Brunton, Photographer, Czech Republic

Marcel Fujcik, Photographer, Czech Republic

Milan Rejholec, Student, Czech Republic

Rick Minnich, Film director, Germany

Martina Štolbová, Teacher, Czech Republic

Karel Vaněk, Technician, Czech Republic

Michal Havránek, Computer programmer, Czech Republic

Johannes Frank, Graphic, Iceland

Il Em, None, Slovakia

Martina Kaderková, Foundation director, Czech Republic

Jiří Hrdlička, Technician, Czech Republic

Jan Watzek, Student, Czech Republic

Jan Lankaš, Journalist, Czech Republic

Josef Dohnal, Student, Czech Republic

Michael Agel, Photographer, Germany

Janina Fröhlichová, Parental leave, Czech Republic

Lubomír Budný, Student, Czech Republic

Lucas Di Tiero, Analyst, Argentina

Zdeněk Dvořák, Special education needs teacher, Czech Republic

Stanislava Tomášková, Physiotherapist, Czech Republic

František Ortmann, Photographer, Czech Republic

Pasi Heiskanen, Web designer, Finland

Lubomír Kotek, Photographer, Czech Republic

Petr Hrubý, Ingineer, Czech Republic

Rick Minnich, Film director, Germany

Milan Rejholec, Student, Czech Republic

Alena Šustrová, Office worker, Czech Republic

Report Kenya 2010 – 1st part

Jiří Pergl, Enterpreneur, Czech Republic

Within the scope of his One More Day For Children organization, Jiří Pergl has traveled to Kenya for his second time and through the means of his report, you have the perfect opportunity to observe how successful he is in helping local children infected with AIDS.

Few people understand why it is so important to help children in Kenya. Why not Somalia, Chad, Kongo, Zaire, or Ethiopia? I will give you a simple answer. In 2007 extensive fighting between the tribal groups of Kikuyu and Luo took place because of the presidential election. Many people died. There was practically no TV coverage of this here in Czech Republic, only a brief piece with an inaccurate data. CNN talked about 50 thousand people who were killed during the unrest. Locals claim that the number is many times higher. As a result, a lot of children became orphans, unless of course, they were killed. Nobody is able to say how many people lost their livelihood during this period. Thousands of cases are undocumented. Murdered families in villages, burned down houses and churches, raped women and so forth abound. Locals claim that there are more than 200 thousand dead as of 2010, and they are still counting. Let us return to current state of affairs which is not all that different from 2007. September 2009 – in the region of Doldol where most of my activities take place. No TV has ever broadcasted what happened there. Only the locals know, and nobody has any desire to deal with it. People from one village set out to massacre a neighboring settlement. Over 100 brutally murdered only because no rain had come for fifteen years, and they had no food. The killers murdered their neighbors with automatic weapons so they could take their livestock and feed their own children. Were remaining children from slaughtered village (mainly girls between the ages of four to twelve) immediately forcibly married to wealthy men from a nearby settlement, circumcised, and sexually abused? OF COURSE! Damn…! This is terrible…. But this is not all! They were sold by survivors from their own village to get back their cows and sheep. So a four-year-old girl was married to 30-year-old man in return for 10 cows!!! What about little boys that survived? They ran for the bush, to the jungle where animals roam. Trying to survive among lions and monkeys in the wilderness. Many of them were devoured by lion packs, some were found half-eaten by monkeys. Oh yes, with faces nibbled off by baboons… I want to help the remaining children, all of them. By the way, one of the girls in our adoption program, Soina Leiknait, is a survivor from the village. I am not telling you all this to scare you off of a possible visit to Kenya, however there are a number of people who are telling me, “I have been to Kenya and it’s all right there.” They forgot to add that it was with a travel agency in some national park accompanied by a guide. And when they went alone, they would go to areas where wild animals live in peace and everything is fine. I understand that going to those God-forgotten places like Doldol (and further North towards Somalia) is rather uninteresting for them but… We are talking about something entirely different here. To make a long story short, after six months I returned to Kenya to help the sick, abused, hungry, and abandoned children. There is already a specific project in place. Our plan is to register, with the local authorities, 23 children that are included in our program of adoption, establish a bank account with Standard Chartered bank, set up a furnished office in Nanyuki, and fill out all the forms pertaining to the children. I am also going to pay a visit to an architect to get the full drawings needed for the erection of a brand new children’s home, including a school for 60 kids. Furthermore, I am going to visit those 23 kids and give them presents from their adoptive parents in the Czech Republic and gather some information regarding the use of our new account needed for future payments for school expenses, electricity, and rent. I will also deliver food supplies from the nearest large cities of Karatina and Nanyuki. Not to forget a children’s home in Nanyuki where sweets and DVD films are eagerly expected. Why not more stuff? Because they no longer need so much. We managed to spur the local government into action and they are supplying them with more money to purchase food and other life necessities. Out activities at this place are gradually decreasing but we have already adopted 3 kids there and plan further to adopt 3 more. From the money collected we also want to purchase food for another 15 struggling families with children. A visit to those 12 children from our last reportage is coming up as well, they survive without parents in a single derelict shack. Then we made a stop at the office of Doldol mayor and placed an official request for a donation of a piece of land that will be used to build our children’s home. A visit to the local people of influence who can lend a hand is a must, and we must not forget to contact Kenya’s newspaper.

12.1 Arriving in Nairobi

This is about the events that awaited me on my trip. My report documents how it all actually went.

The trip to Kenya is quite difficult unless you are willing to pay an exorbitant price and fly directly from Prague. A visit to a couple of German providers, however, will score tickets for some €500. The departure is from Munich with the flight being via Istanbul with seven hours of waiting between flights.

The scheduled arrival of this flight to Nairobi is always in the early morning hours (2AM). Waiting for me were Partick and Cyrus, our old friends from the previous reportage, who are assisting me here with the foundation. After a short nap comes the visit to Dr. Martin, who helps pregnant women who are HIV positive. We brought various medications from the Czech Republic, medication that people who contribute to our fund donated. Martin was astonished but regrettably his mother died the very same day so his pleasure was lessened to say the least. He informed me of a shocking fact – the number of HIV-positive mothers has been increasing at a rate of 50 a month, an increase of 300, from 1537 to 1837… Horrible. He also told me that 50% of young people in Nairobi are HIV-positive, an unbelievable number.

In the evening we had a meeting with Hellen and our lawyer, Elizabeth Njorge. It happened at the restaurant of my favorite hotel—Central Park. We had to discuss our program and set up meetings for the next day. After that, just sleep, so badly needed…

13.1. Nairobi

A visit to the LG service center awaits me the first thing in the morning. Why? A TV set we bought for the children in Nanyuki had broken down after only two months. Warranty? Here? Don’t be silly! They will not replace the set. Cyrus took the TV to a service center in Nairobi. That was at the beginning of October. The part needed should have come from Dubai. Now it is January and our TV is still idling in the service center. So I got upset again and had to be insistent. They will call Friday the 15th, so they told me. The TV should be repaired by then so we shall see. Off we go to setting up our administration, buying various folders, office supplies and then getting behind the desk and starting work. Our lawyer familiarized me with the regulations I need to know to get the process of adoption going and everything else necessary to making the Kenyan government happy and ensuring no problems come our way. Dead-tired we finish at 8 o’clock and go to sleep. In the morning we head for Nanyuki province where our organization operates.

14.1. Leaving for Nanyuki

It’s 8 in the morning and we are heading for Nanyuki. There is an important ahead stop in the town of Karatina. The biggest food market happens to be there, one claimed to be the cheapest. We needed to buy food for twenty-three adopted kids with money collected from OMDC to purchase food for fifteen families from the slums of Mount Kenya province.

I have no idea how we did it but we fitted the 1,140 kg of food and all the suitcases into our rented Toyota Prado. The one of the things that differentiates us from big foundations is that I use the money people donated only directly on the children themselves. I don’t use it to cover all the costs like flight tickets, car rental, gas, hired help and their food, my food. When it comes to adopted children, the situation is such that the government keeps 20% of the monthly payment (money you send them monthly); it is used for taxes and other expenses. Expenses mean everyday, ordinary care for the children – buying food, doctor’s visits, accommodation, necessary transportation, bringing needed school supplies (school bags, other supplies, and even beds for some). There is a cost to all of this of course.

After loading the food, we leave for Nanyuki. I plan to stop at Patrick’s village. Why? I want to visit the family of that 18-year-old boy from our first Kenya video who hanged himself (if you haven’t see the first film and so far have nothing to do with our foundation, you can visit my page www.expedice-world.cz where I visit various God forsaken corners of this planet. It is about nature and people, with beautiful scenery from Kenya all accompanied by wonderful music). The unfortunate boy committed suicide and the story leading to it is hard to believe. Upon our first visit to the village we set up an innocent competition among the local youth – whoever first brings a big banana spider, to be captured on film, wins 500 Kenyan Shillings – around 10 USD. This region is so poor that this money amounts to a small life-start. One of the local boys brought us a banana spider, we shot our video, payed the winner, and left for Nairobi. A little later we learned that the other boy also caught a spider but was too late to bring him to us. He was so devastated that he resolved to take his own life. Needles to say we were really sorry and we decided to visit his family on our next visit and today we will.

The road, if you want to call this a road, leads towards Mount Kenya. 5 km from the main road Patrick asks us to stop. Here it is. A small corral occupied by 1 cow and 2 goats, a tiny wooden deteriorated house sits in the middle. An older gentleman steps out of this dwelling and greets us kindly. This is the father of the unfortunate boy. We chatted for a while and I told him how sorry I was and gave him 1000 Shillings. Tears started pouring out of his eyes and he hugged me with words “God Bless” and “assante santa.” Than two brothers of the boy came and shook my hand. They explained that Joseph was an introverted person, difficult to understand, and I should not blame myself for his unfortunate suicide. After saying goodbye we leave for the town of Nanyuki to get to our original task. Our first visit is to Hellen’s office that she had in the meantime rented out to our OMDC. 6,000 Shillings (1500 Czech Crowns) a month – not bad, but the office needs to be furnished. We buy a printer, cartridges, office supplies and furniture (chairs, cabinets, folders, staplers, accounting books, notepads and lots of other stuff). I also brought a Notebook PC with the English version of Windows XP from the Czech Republic.

And then a short trip to a small cottage resort where we settle and where we spend the following nights. Hellen knows the owner, so we get one night for 500 Shillings. Do not get the idea that everything is cheap here. I haven’t mention what most things cost here yet. This resort charges 4,500 Shillings for a single bedroom (1,216 Czech Crowns) and this is by no means a standard hotel. It includes a bed, a shower that spews either boiling or freezing water along with precarious wiring for 220V electricity. In Europe this would be very substandard for the money. A three-star hotel in Nairobi (1-2 stars compared to European standards) costs from 900 to 1,900 Czech Crowns. Don’t even think about what the Hilton costs! Just to give you an idea about local prices: 1 beer – 60 Czech Crowns, 1 liter of petrol 28 Crowns, Fanta 3dcl – 14 Crowns, spaghetti bolognese – 82 Crowns, the charge for the use of an ATM – 240 Crowns (with a withdrawal limit translating to 10,000 Crowns) renting a vehicle – 1,200 Crowns a day for a small one, while a larger car with the large trunk we need to conquer local slums will take you back some 4,400 Crowns. If you are thinking about buying a car, let me warn you, cars here are three times more expensive than in Europe. A sixteen-year-old Toyota Land Cruiser that at home you could buy for around 150,000 Crowns will cost at least half a million here. Should you decide to travel by bus, say to Matatu, 200 km away, it will come to 500 Crowns and there is around a twenty percent likelihood you will not survive the ride. This was just a short sample of what is it going to cost you, should you decide to come along.

Now comes the physically demanding part, distributing 1,140 kgs of food and carefully sorting it into 38 plastic bags.

Weeks of Jiří Pergl

Taking Pictures of Landscapes – Snowscenes 1

Sometimes when you take a picture of snowy scenes, the resulting picture does not really express the cold feel of the snow. Adjust the White Balance to get the right impression.

   

Snoescenes

Taking Pictures of Landscapes – Snowscenes 1

 
Using White Balance Compensation
Sometimes when you take a picture of snowy scenes, the resulting picture does not really express the cold feel of the snow. A picture where the snow looks not truly white but rather appears in sightly blue hues can enhance the feel of intense cold. Adjust the White Balance to get the impression of freezing cold.

Using WB Compensation to Express Intense Cold 
With camera models that feature the [ (White Balance Compensation)] function, you can adjust it towards BLUE to strengthen the blue tones in the picture. Even with models that do not include [ White Balance Compensation ], as long as you can change the [], you can get the same effect by using the [ (Tungsten Light)] setting.
Usually, the purpose of the White Balance function is to get the correct colors in a picture. But sometimes it is better to emphasize some colors in order to get a certain look or expression. Pictures of snowy scenes will have a richer atmosphere if you bring out the blue tones by adjusting the [ (White Balance Compensation)] towards BLUE. Not all camera models feature the [ ] function.

Compare the effects of small adjustments using

                     

Uncrowned king of the Underworld

After a long search, I actually picked a photograph that was 15 years old. It was for a job order, meant for the cover page of a periodical. In those days, Disco land Sylvie (named after the owner’s daughter), owned by Mr. Jonák, was frequently occupied by the ‘elite’ of the decade, along with Karel Gott, Lucie Bílá, Paľo Habera, Petr Janda, the ex-minister of culture Jandák and many more. Many parties and celebrations ended there, album release parties took place quite often, simply speaking; it was the place to be seen and noticed.

However, it was no easy task to get an audience from Mr. Jonák, it was rather scary in fact. In the end, I was quite lucky as a very well known lawyer made it happen, whom I portrayed in the past. I made a coverage of the place and people in show business, later published by several magazines; this opened the door for me to Ivan Jonák.

And finally regarding this portrait, receiving an honorable mention at the CCP in the category ‘Most talked about people’, succeeding in Europe as well. It was then claimed that he ordered a hit on his wife and her lover, in the year 1994 (sentenced in 2002 to an unconditional 18 years in prison, serving his sentence in the Valdice prison), was shot himself with his car also being a target of a ranged attack. The whole documentary portrait started when I called Mr. Jonák to ask him if he was willing to be portrayed. He agreed and was even willing to leave his ‘castle’, meaning his club, which resembled a fortress, entirely from concrete and behind bars, with an apartment at the top. We arranged that he’ll wear his traditional white suit and on the way to the studio, he asked me if we could stop by ‘his’ jeweler; he was very proud of his jewelry and wanted it to be polished. For instance, on his gun-handling arm, he had rings and a bracelet in the shape of a trilobite, which he supposedly found in his childhood, all in white gold and dotted with diamonds.

Nekorunovaný král podsvětí

In his armored car, his bodyguards were obviously present, as well as his two months old son. We arrived at the studio 3 hours later, with the way approximately 15 kilometers long. Already in the studio, I asked him if he could hold his naked son in his hands (still in his suit then) along with his gun which he always carried around (he purchased this kind of gun supposedly because A. Schwarzenegger had the same one), with the ‘son-gun’ scenario being my intention from the start. After a while, roughly 2 cine-films later, the atmosphere lightened up and mainly thanks to his son, who was in great mood and loosened up so much, that the formerly white jacket was no longer white. That was only a small step towards acquiring this picture. I wanted to portray everything, basically his whole life, as he was the ‘uncrowned king of the underworld’ based on public opinion, along with being a proud father. This is the story behind one of my documentary portraits and you can judge if I was accurate and spot on by the medium of WoL.

František Ortmann

Graphic designer Vladimir Yurkovic, photographer from the bottom of his soul

Vladimir Yurkovic, Graphic designer, Slovakia

Photography, graphics and design are three phenomena that for the last ten years interlock like pigtails of a blond sitting by the weir. But there is no reason to be surprised, on the contrary, together they support and help each other like siblings that have the same father but different mother. Photographer and graphic designer Vlado Yurkovic from Slovakia is well aware of this. His B&W, widescreen set was one of the first in our project and he was the first one to stay in memory of many users with his photo-graphic approach. We are very happy to welcome this artist in our section Week of Life Masters. Welcome to the world of Vlado Yurkovic.

Many people claim that they became fond of photography at an early age. How was it in your case?

If 9-10 years old can be regarded as an early age, then this is also my case. Coming back from Russia, my father brought me quite a good compact camera Villia 2, which made a Smena go pale from all the envy. It had a shutter release lever, as well as a lever for reeling the film, more of a standard for the Single-lens reflex cameras in those days. The first results from the photo lab encouraged me so much, that I not only developed the pictures, but my cozy bathroom, serving as a darkroom, allowed me to enlarge the photos as well. My father borrowed an old Opemus and later brought me a cine film Magnifax and a polisher. I then borrowed a Zenit with a large flash for the more serious stuff. I was able to take pictures of whole weddings and family celebrations, while still attending primary school. It was quite nice to earn the occasional penny from time to time. I became quite popular at school thanks to my compact camera. These were my early years of photography.

Graphic artist is your profession. Which field of graphics specifically?

That’s not entirely correct. When taking into consideration the present context of my work and the part of me that does not include photography, I am mainly a designer. By the ‘present context’ I mean that nowadays, the term graphic artist is usually misinterpreted. The society today has yet to define if a graphic artist is the one who creates graphics – graphic sheets, graphic technique illustrations or graphic design; or the one who just moves a PC mouse around and becomes the tailored fashion accessory for a company or an individual. It’s trendy to ‘have your own graphic artist’.
Setting emotions aside, if I am to define and place myself into a specific profession based on what I do and how I earn a living, as opposed to what I feel, I am a designer-photographer. Or vice-versa. The money decide which profession wins each month.
Back to the second part of the question, (with the term ‘design’ being more frequent): Corporate Identity Design, packaging design, book design, annual reports…

Surely you are right in many cases. I don’t think that many people dwell on the issue nowadays as much as you do. It’s good to hear and define the specific terms. However, one of the professions must dominate the other, are you more of a photographer or a graphic artist?

I do feel that way. I’m definitely a photographer at heart, from the bottom of my soul. I can attend to photography no matter the mood or state of mind.

Do you think that your education in graphics somehow influences or helps you during picture taking?

I graduated in the design of industrial goods. Therefore, I should be able to design and develop everything that is industrially manufactured, ranging from a simple potty to a car. However, along with my studies I also prepared myself for the career path of a photographer. After graduation, I was offered a lucrative position within the Chirana Syndicate, so photography became a ‘sidekick’ of sorts, as well as a full time hobby and activity. After the Velvet Revolution, I fell in love with the Apple brand with the intention to digitalize and utilize the picture. However, this brand as well as my life led me to an alternate route of design, called the graphic design. I established a successful graphic studio that received several significant awards. The work pace and my position as an art director even required me to hire external photographers. Meanwhile, I learned to assign tasks for photo shoots and choose the right authors and snapshots for a given project. It took 15 years for my photography to become professional (in the sense of actively selling oneself and receiving some sort of payment for pictures and rights).

I included this short history in my answer so that the response to your question was not a typical cliché: ‘Yes, of course’. Education and experience mutually benefit each other. It’s always an advantage to have quality general education. In a way I am a very happy person, I take a picture of what I think of and scheme out and at that moment I already know where all the captions and texts will be. A part of you is taking the picture, while the other is already thinking about editing; simply great. If anyone ever doubts who I am, I’ll refer him or her to the term ‘renaissance’.

Did you have any role models or favorite figures in photography over the 15 year path?

Peter Lindbergh, I don’t know what I adore more, him as an author or his taste in model choices. The creations not of men or women, but of angels. And I have met one personally. Richard Avedon, whether I like it or not, I must admit to a strong spiritual bond with this photographer. MaW.. Robert Vano for his stubborn alchemy and human dimension. In the professional sense, it would have to be Gilles Bensimon, perhaps I also envy his frequent visits to the Caribbean; the everlasting sunshine from God as well as the models. I have also been devoted to subjective documentary as long as I can remember. In brief, the format can be described as the 35mm. Not the film, but the lenses. In this case, Anthony Suau, Sebastiao Salgado, Bohdan Holomíček always get to me.

In graphics, or graphic design if you want, you have reached the top on a world-wide scale. You were acknowledged and received many awards including the biggest one for graphics in advertisement. Please, feel free to show off your accomplishments.

1995
Golden Drum New Europe | finalist

1997
National award for design

1998
Golden Drum New Europe | Golden drumstick Golden Drum New Europe | Silber drumstick London International Advertising Awards ‘98 | winner | calendars

1999
London International Advertising Awards ‘99 | finalist | annuals London International Advertising Awards ‘99 | finalist | corporate identity

2000
Best annual report (Trend) | 2nd place | annual (99) for SZRB

2001
Best annual report (Trend) | 3rd place | annual (00) for SZRB

2002
Best annual report (Trend) | 1st place | annual (01) for SZRB Best annual report (Trend) | 3rd place | annual (01) for PSS Best annual report (Trend) | 1st place | electronic version of annual (01) for SZRB

2003
Best annual report (Trend) | 1st place | annual (02) for PSS

2004
Best annual report (Trend) | 3rd place | annual (03) for PSS

2005
Best annual report (Trend) | 2nd place | annual (04) for Orange

2006
The Most Beautiful Books of Slovakia | V. Godár – Mater

Do you have a specific dream concerning photography?

Two years of holiday and work combined, just like Gilles Bensimon.

Let’s focus on the project that links us together. When did the Week of Life come to your attention and what were your initial thoughts?

The first time I heard about the project was spring of last year when I consulted Adolf Zika about the logo of WoL. Besides the promised cooperation, I immediately gathered a few individuals willing to share parts of their lives as well as their privacy. Today, I am rather proud of the people I’ve chosen as they have become stable members of the Top 10 rankings or the Editor’s Choice. I am also very pleased that Vlad Gerasimov and Vincent Sagart did not give up and endured till the end, despite being extremely far away and both on the other side of the globe. I judge through my own experience, as I started all over three times myself. Discipline is probably the crucial aspect which resonates within the execution of the WoL project. The days were so hectic, being the middle of the week or its beginning, that after the initial morning shots, I remembered to take the remaining ones only at the end of the day when I got into my car to drive home from the studio. And talk about discipline at the end of the day! Choose the best 9 shots? Ultimately, the tactics of continuous picture taking had won, looking at all the photos only at the end of the ‘week’. This was the only way how to finish and get things done.

Would you say that a project such as Week of Life could benefit or help a person that has just created their ‘week’, as well as the person who is regarded as the spectator, despite not knowing each other?

Definitely. It is mutually beneficial. That is why the main idea behind WoL immediately inspired me. I consider the possibility to take a peek into our lives or our free time very valuable, basically letting anyone (if they join) to take a look, from every corner of the world. Personally, it was quite interesting to have a look at myself as a representative of my own week of life. The 63 photos certainly have magical power.

How private do you consider your personal matters to be and in your opinion, where is the border line between what should be disclosed to the public and what should stay in the family albums?

What you’re asking me is to define a borderline, which most inhabitants of the civilized world were not able to determine over the years. You have the ever-present security cameras, personal scanners and tabloids that only evoke the fear of privacy loss and encourage even more legislation. On the other hand, the tabloids claim that without the echo of the targets themselves, there would be no controversial news or pictures. True, what I’m referring to is only the tip of the iceberg, however, exhibitionism flows in the blood of a reasonable part of the world’s population and any time they will have the means to exhibit their privacy, they will not hesitate to do so. A section of that population show signs of a simple, natural and usually indiscreet exhibitionism, where as a different section uses it for their self-interest or in respectful terms, ‘public relations’. The answer to the question is clearly a matter of everyone’s conscience and their attitude towards life, themselves, as well as towards the Week of Life project itself. That could be the reason why I’ve started my first week from scratch several times. I realized I was telling myself on several occasions: DON’T FOOL AROUND (Don’t take a picture of that), this isn’t your real life. That doesn’t mean I always did the ‘right thing’. Once again, the answer to this question is simply subjective, as are the photos meant for WoL. The authors of their respectable ‘weeks’ have the ability to choose the method of portraying their own images, as well as how intimate they want them to be.

Weeks of Vladimir Yurkovic

Ride

Right from the beginning of Week of Life, we see that almost every other set that appears on WoL has one thing in common and that is a photo from a car. Maybe it tells more about our life than we are willing to admit. In a recent poll of an English social magazine, a car was selected as the greatest invention of all time. It even did beat phenomena like electricity, TV or telephone. We can’t imagine our life without cars and since the moment it was invented, our life is a journey even more than ever before in our history. Since that moment, a philosophical term Journey got another meaning. That is why we present you fifty most interesting views from all around the world, where you spend a small part of your life in a toy called car and you are on the Journey.

Petr Kleiner, Manager, Czech Republic

Robert Thiele, Photographer, Germany

mila Štáfek, Worker, Czech Republic

František Ortmann, Photographer, Czech Republic

Miroslav Sanytrák, Consultant, Czech Republic

Ján František Kassay, Landlord of the pub, Slovakia

František Šíma, Graphic, Czech Republic

Stanislava Kopáčková, Model, Czech Republic

Antonín Blažek, Student, Czech Republic

Daniel Kaifer, Photographer, Czech Republic

František Zíka, Skateboarder, Czech Republic

katka palovova, Social worker, Slovakia

Roman Dolecek, Unemployed, Czech Republic

Adolf Zika, Photographer, Czech Republic

Helena Horáčková, Design engineer, Czech Republic

Michael Agel, Photographer, Germany

Jan Watzek, Student, Czech Republic

Pepa Středa, Photographer, Czech Republic

Přemek Divácký, Technician, Czech Republic

Marcel Fujcik, Photographer, Czech Republic

Jiří Křenek, Photographer, Czech Republic

Zdeněk Dvořák, Special education needs teacher, Czech Republic

Paul Greg, Guide, Nový Zéland

Eva Staňková, Curator, Czech Republic

Ivana Gantnerová, Architect, Czech Republic

Patrik Joo, Circus director, Czech Republic

Pasi Heiskanen, Web designer, Finsko

Petr Schel, Sculptor, Czech Republic

Milan Martinek,Tteacher, Czech Republic

Nadya Domashneva, Designer, Samoa

Stanislava Tomášková, Physiotherapist, Czech Republic

Vladimir Yurkovic, Graphic, Slovakia

Andrew Matusik, Photographer, Alabama

David Papánek, Office worker, Czech Republic

Jiří Heller, Photographer, Czech Republic

Jiří Šebek, Web designer, Czech Republic

Martina Kaderková, Foundation director, Czech Republic

Roman Pastierik, Computer programmer, Slovakia

Jiří Pergl, Enterpreneur, Czech Republic

Jaroslav Bohm, Enterpreneur, Czech Republic

Karel Rabenhaupt, Policeman, Czech Republic

Martin Kantner, Student, Czech Republic

Luboš Karásek, Computer programmer, Czech Republic

Petr Kubečka, Manager, Czech Republic

Ferdinand Martin Miyawa, Physician, Keňa

Tomas Peroutka, Design engineer, Czech Republic

Věra Kurcová, Businessperson, Czech Republic

lamik, Freelance artist, Slovakia

Il Em, None, Slovakia

Alex Galmenau, Photographer, Rumunsko

The Story of Lost Photographs

In 2004 I photographed in Romania. At the time I was still shooting on film. I had all films cut from roll film and placed in unmarked cassettes. After exposing a film I took the cassette out of the camera and labeled it with a thick felt tip pen, placed it inside a box, sealed it up and put it to the other side of my camera bag. A sure system of avoiding double exposing films that were already exposed once.

It all took place in Easter and I already took beautiful images and was very content with the whole trip. Near the end of my trip I arrived in the town Putna. There, at the corner of one house stood an old man. When he saw that I was taking pictures with a couple of friends, he started scanning us, he hung an old reflex camera around his neck and said he was also a photographer. I wanted to get closer to him and photograph him and so I reached into my bag and took out a few boxes of film and gave them to him. Mr. Photographer, his face lit up, he was on cloud seven. Later he even invited us to his home. Several images arose from this encounter and it was a very nice day. But that’s not the end of the story.

Polibek z Humberta

Later, at home, I developed all the films and three of the exposed films were completely and utterly white, that is unexposed. I was overcome with horror, I cursed myself for wrongly mixing the chemicals and I began wondering how it was possible, because those films should have contained the best images from the whole journey. Then I realized that the exposed images were left in the town of Putna with one old man. I realized that I reached into the wrong side of the bag and gave him the best I had. To this day I tempt myself to believe that perhaps the man didn’t even photograph much and some of my best images are still resting on a kitchen shelf of one small house in Romania. That one day, when I drive around, I will find them there and develop them, and get my best photographs back. But for the time being, all I have is a portrait of a Romanian photographe

Polibek z Humberta

Daniel Kaifer

Kiss from Humberto

Last spring one of my many children’s dreams came true: to become a circus performer. At the beginning of their tour, my dreamt-of Circus Humberto came to Znojmo.

I was brazen and during a break, I addressed the circus director, lion tamer, and horse trainer with the artistic name Bob Navarro. He agreed to my offer of photographing life around the big top. After several months I started for Zlín, where I spent my first circus night by the largest tent in the Czech Republic. I was falling asleep under the occasional snicker of beautiful white horses, bears growling, and the majestic lion’s roar. In total, I visited Humberto five times. I had driven more than 2000 km.

Kiss from Humberto

With every visit I gained the trust of people around the circus and most importantly, I had an opportunity to get to know a great human being—clown master Janusz, who had the nickname Mr. Chap. I found a photograph from this setting, one which will probably not be accepted by some. A kiss from a young female bear to her tamer. He later showed me the same thing even outside the cage. Those days, their tamer, Hynek Navrátil jr. was not the only one who proved to me that the animals were surrounded by love and care.

Zdeněk Dvořák

Help Haiti

Tomas Loewy, Photographer, Florida

Life in Miami is characterized by beaches, sun, entertainment, fashion and nightlife… the life of Tomas Loewy shares these attributes. Unfortunately, the island of Haiti suffered an earthquake last week and thousands of people needed help. As Tomas says, Haiti is in many respects closely related to Miami, so when he and his friends were given an opportunity to fly to devastated capital Porte-au-Prince, he didn’t hesitate. His camera lens captured the atmosphere of the destroyed city and the suffering of its inhabitants, as well as the work of the paramedics and volunteers who were doing their best to help. You have a great opportunity to read his reportage, words about a journey which was definitely engraved into Tomas‘ memory forever.

Living in Miami Haiti is very close. Geographically and personally. Many of us have personal Haitian friends, one of the most beautiful and charming models I work with is Haitian; one of the greatest news photographers for the Miami Herald is Haitian, an underground DJ friend, a nightclub promoter, etc. And that is just in my personal world without even thinking twice who is Haitian and who is not… Plus all those Haitians we don’t know but hear when they chat in Creole while scanning items at the supermarket. No corporate American rule is ever able to completely stop the joy of life, the smiles our Haitian friends and co-workers show, even when life often is not as rosy as they make it seem. There is a big part of Miami which is called Little Haiti, molded on the tight knit Cuban community known as Little Havana.

Which is why it felt like part of our own Miamian world had come crashing down when the earth shook on January 12 destroying all we saw destroyed on TV. A couple of my personal group of friends took the initiative. The earthquake was on a Tuesday. Wednesday evening Dirk had organized a big truck from a friend who „just had one available“, found a place to park it in a convenient location in Miami Beach’s South Beach and put a status update on Facebook. Something like: „Have truck for Haiti relief. a) bring donations. b) come help sort & load“. The first truck was filled in 5 hours. This is a group of professionals where everyone knows someone. So the next step (I don’t know myself whose contact this is) was that there was a recipient for all our donations, Project Medishare.

A project started some 20 years ago by Dr. Barth Green from the University of Miami’s Medical School and Hospital. Project Medishare was one of the first organizations on the ground because… it already was helping in Haiti for many years. They could use help and supplies (food, water, donations). Add to this the contact to a private business jet charter company, Turnberry Aviation at a beautiful executive airport in North Miami, and suddenly you have transportation of goods (and then people) to Port Au Prince, when almost nobody could fly in those first days after the quake.

Our „1st & Alton“ group (called after the street names where the truck was parked) filled ten trucks in five days, had them flown to Haiti and then some of the most compassionate people signed up as volunteers to help set up medical relief and start building a big new field hospital, set up on vacant land in the northwest corner of Port-au-Prince’s international airport.

So from one day to another, from accepting donations (and you should have been on that corner of 1st & Alton to see the outpouring of practical help and donations from humble on one side to the young businessman who pulled up impeccably dressed in his brand new Jaguar and emptied his trunk with lots of just-bought food) there was a group going to help with that hospital in Haiti.

From one day (Monday) to another, from photographing the premiere of a big Cirque du Soleil derivative show on Tuesday with 50 beautiful horses (amazing! Cavalia!) and preparing a fashion show I was hosting and co-designing Saturday night I had the chance not only to help load the planes at the private airport on Wednesday (that day in the evening photographing (my own) mini fashion showing for a fashion industry networker), but to fly out on Thursday on 60 minute notice.

The idea was to help the doctors set up a system and photographing patients and their wounds, etc. The new hospital being built in front of our eyes and with the help of my friends from „1st & Alton“ houses a medical staff of over 100, including two operating rooms. The hospital is formed out of four tents that retired Miami Heat basketball star Alonzo Mourning arranged to have donated by a party-planning company. Project Medishare assists over 300 patients right away, and patients kept pouring in, brought in on flatbed trucks, taxis, carried by their relatives directly out of the rubble of their collapsed houses.

With Mauricio, an Israeli-American surgeon who works at the University of Miami’s Hospital and has great experience in planning emergency medical relief situations (and whom I met because he had a bag of bagels and cream cheese and shared with me), his 21 year old son Barak (a law student in Miami) and an ambulance (if you can call a delivery truck used as such an ambulance) we transported a patient who had had a miscarriage and was in very bad shape to the Israeli field hospital on the other side of Port Au Prince. The Israelis are better prepared for immediate emergencies and catastrophes. As the chief surgeon there told us they were in the air just four hours after the earthquake happened, set up in six hours after landing, everything being prepared and ready to go, and had been operating just 24 hours after the earthquake happened – coming from Tel Aviv!

Amazing how perfect the Israelis were set up. The patient is photographed lying on the stretcher with a tablet device (as you see), data is then immediately available wirelessly in all computers set up all over the field hospital. There is a tent labeled “Imaging”, there are incubators with tiny prematurely born babies, etc, etc. Little can trump preparedness, training for emergencies and professionalism. The – relative – calm there was amazing, even – or especially – in a catastrophic situation efficiency and calm make a hospital function better.

We drove back through the devastated downtown of Port-Au-Prince to get patients next to the also crumbled cathedral. The images you see from photographers and video crews dedicated only to capturing that are better than mine, so I just tried to capture the general atmosphere. People wandering around in the heat (it is over 90F/33C during the day in the merciless sun), searching for food and water; hands sticking out of collapsed buildings; but also traffic jams full of agile motorcycles and overloaded colorful mini-buses.

Back at the Project Medishare over one hundred doctors and nurses, highly trained professionals, are giving their time, compassion, effort to do what they can. They took vacation time to rush to Haiti right away, working 16 hour shifts, then sleeping of exhaustion on a cot in a 200 person tent. It was amazing to meet some of my own personal doctor friends there, with a smile of doing whatever they can on their face. One of the tents is for children. On one hand the cries of wounded, suffering kids was heartbreaking, on the other hand those kids outside in the sun immediately found makeshift toys to play with. Children’s beautiful smiles combined with other kid’s cries. Not easy to say the least, but life is about the next day.

It was not planned that way but I came back Saturday night at 11 in the evening (Haiti is less than 2 hours flying time from Miami). It just happened that someone came into that big sleeping tent for 200 doctors, nurses and helpers at 7:30 saying that a big plane might leave „right now“. Not that that was a reliable information, nobody really knew, I had slept on the tarmac of the airport the night before after not being allowed on a flight because of absurd bureaucratic procedures; trying to sleep a bit, just literally 20 meters from the infernal noise of US Army’s C-130 and Hercules planes landing and taking off all night).

Somehow a group of 20 people got to the airport (the Project Medishare hospital is one mile from the runway on airport grounds) and there it was. A Boeing 737 with friendly guys taking names and passport numbers. Nothing is sure until you are in the air, the previous night I had been on a plane already before being kicked out, others had to throw a coin to determine who would have to stay behind, etc. But this „Vision Air“ 737 (yes, there is such a – charter – airline, they normally fly from Miami to … Havana, Cuba!) took off. My seat neighbor, a Peruvian-American doctor happily planning not to call her husband and surprise him by just getting home researched of who had paid for the plane to fly. (Although we all forget, someone has to put up the funds…). Guess who? This 737 was chartered (and paid for) by … the Church of Scientology (as a critic of their ways I have to admit that there were amazing Scientology „Volunteer Ministers“ helpers on the ground). They were flying out orphans to Miami. So, thank you, Tom Cruise.

Landing in Miami at 11 that evening I realized I could do one more crazy thing, which I was never planning to do: attend my own (the models have paper/postcard based dresses with my art/canvases as part of the dresses) fashion show at a big trendy luxury night club in a posh hotel. Obviously that had been planned many weeks ahead. It was not relevant to me to miss it obviously, but being back in Miami two hours before the show was to start I decided to surprise my fashion partner Julia and just show up… The fashion show was at 1 in the morning, technically on Sunday, so that’s where this crazy week ends.

So I went dirty, unshaven, smelly into this high level nightclub at the Gansevoort South hotel. Trust me I was surprised myself that the doormen even let me in, although technically and on the invitations to the show I was not only part of it. Officially I was the host of this show…

Yes, life is rather cruel and has many facettes. You do what you can and let it affect you in your spare time.

If interested see the full set of photos on my photo site www.coolpoolevents.com or see video at www.youtube.com/coolpoolmedia.

Weeks of Tomas Loewy