Those winter Sundays that frogs and ducks are happily pitter-pattering,I wear warm pullovers,two pairs of socks,I make several cups of coffee which I accompany with several chocolate cake bites,I look for a new cover picture for Facebook, my little dragon starts checking the caricatures in New Yorker(while my-fearful of thunders-opossum is hiding behind him)and I get dragged into an article without realizing.
But while doing all the above I love have my ears listening to a nice interview or to a storyreading.
Today was the interview that Maurice Sendak gave to Terry Gross. I play it over again and again.It was like listening to two old friends staring out of the window,the rain falling,drinking strong tea,eating cookies and discussing.
Cristoph Niemann a graphic designer and illustrator who seems to like driving and listening to radio on frantic Saturdays he heard Maurice Sendak’s interview and on a Sunday he had the brilliant idea to illustrate a part of the interview.
Few days ago in the Athens Photo Festival, I discovered through a serie of photos called “Shadows in Greece”,the Albanian photographer Enri Canaj.
Enri Canaj moved with his parents in Greece in 1991 and has been living there since then.
His serie about Athens remind me scenes of the movie of Matthieu Kassovitz ”La Haine”. Only in Canaj’s pictures there was no hate but desperation.
Canaj doesn’t make snapshots.
I have seen before pictures of homeless, junkies, people in the edge. Pictures that they were well-framed, had the right color balance but the photographer was just a person who was making a click-click and was whispering how much pity was feeling.
There is softness in Canaj’s way of portraying people. And even spaces. There is bitter sweetness in the photo of the couple laying in the bed staring at an invisible sky,same as there is in the photo of this man sleeping over a coffee table and even in the one where people sitting and discussing inside an abandoned dirty building with Arabic scribed all along the wall.
Canaj makes photos of people.
Of people who are junkies, homeless, with no money in their pockets, desperate and struggling .
But who firstly are people.