Jag har alltid tyckt att det varit svårt att fotografera barn, mest för att jag är en bildkompositör och barn är inga stilleben som man komponerar med. När skönsjungande Maria Rundberget kom med sina idéer om vad hon ville göra med sina två änglar visste jag inte riktigt hur utgången skulle bli. Verkligheten bevisade dock att det inte var svårt. Det härliga med fotografi, är att bilder blir allra bäst när stunden får leva precis som den är, när verkligheten får dansa för sig själv, när man fångar ett 6×7 cm uttryck ur realiteten och gör den till en tavla. Det blir en improvisationsteater. Det enda man kan utgå från med säkerhet är att man har scenen och rekvisitan, sedan vet man aldrig vart uttrycken tar en.
Four of theese
The white horse with the white man is a Diego Riviera (Frida Kahlos love) painting, the naked boy is an early Picasso and the colorful market a Chagall.
The funny thing is that theese were the only images I shot in Moma that day, I considered them to be my favorites in the hole museum, and, when I got home I discovered something. What did I discover?
So, Why NY?
Finally me and Fredrik decided to go to NY for the only purpose of the exploration of ART and B&H PHOTO (by far the biggest photography-store in the world, fantastic, a real “tomteverkstad”) for 10 hole days. This was very important for Fredrik. He was worried that I would dissapear into the fog of socializing and forget about our ART-deal, but I promised I would stay calm by his side.
Our trip showed up to be slightly different.
By having a friend called Steffan Olausson Partridge in NY there is no time for such things as strolling in artgallerys. First of all you have to meet Steffans family, most of them located on Long Island or in the greek area called Astoria. Fantastic family, such warmth, such pure enjoyment and hospitality. Steffans sweet sister Nadine opened up the doors for us and let us stay in her home.
Before you can even think of seeing some galleries you must respect Steffans greek rules. You have to visit the familys and friends restaurants, located all over town, but a few real cool ones in Meat packing district. Then you have to join them on the familydinner out on Long Island where a vodkaimporter from Polen wants to fill you with the most softblended vodka in the world while he is telling you real ghoststories that really creeps up into your mind. Then you have to join to some nightclubs, where it shows up that 80% of the guests are relatives to Steffan and Nadine.
Then you will find out that 10 days is maybe enough to see NY-city, but its far to short if you are a friend of Steffan. By knowing Steffan we had the key, free entrance and VIP-lounge to the REAL New York.
Thank you family Partridge.
And concerning Fredriks worries for to much sozializing they all came true. It would have been strange othervise. Luckely Steffan was working during the days so we could slip into the city and get astonished over all the shitty gallerys, the cold freezing air (one day -17 degrees celcius), the huge big skyscrapes and the extreme warm atmosphere of B&H Photo.
In the end of every summer we try to make a little trip with Fröknarna Fräs. This summer we went to Corsica.
The trip became a real special one, for me almost spiritual. It turned out to be some sort of creol-pot with the best ingridiens you can find, spiced with the finest herbs and spices in the world. My friends was the ingrediens, the beauty of Corsica the spices. My only purpose LIFE.
My trip to Corsica didnt stop on the airport in Oslo, it kept on living inside me like a vibrating lovestory. My mind had a taste of something in Corsica and my mind wanted more of that and it still wants more. We will see where this ends, I just had my very first dates with Corsica. I fell in love, and im still falling.