V-J Day in Times Square is a photograph by Alfred Eisenstaedt that portrays a U.S. Navy sailor grabbing and kissing a nurse on Victory over Japan Day in New York City’s Times Square on August 14, 1945. In my picture there is no war or victory. They are a couple who celebrate their love in the middle of Barcelona’s traffic. It is also the victory of love. The photograph of the father who takes the child by the hood of the anorak seems to me another sign of love, filial love. The tall blond and the woman with the glasses, well, there they are, together. Mixing DNA has always worked well in the human species.
A smile appears drawn and someone thinks: No way!
The couple practicing Chi Kung or Qi Gong, Tai Chi or some modality in the park. The subject with the package in the middle of Aragon Street. The white lines of the asphalt point towards him. Women with cell phones in another dimension of reality, the two Orientals looking without seeing. The usual these days.
People do not live in the present. We are moving towards a future, as if we were going to embark on a long journey, without realizing that as passengers we are already in transit, the transit of the present. There are also those who decide to live in the past, on experiences forgetting that they consume as a burning candle the light of the moment. So we make futures, we plan futures, but the future is something unattainable. We are, in this sense, innocent headless. Children believe in fairy tales, adults in planning futures.
Modern art visited the Columbus monument in Barcelona. A necessary restoration of the statues of the base (66 ft) wide circle, with four staircases. For me, in my humble opinion, now the statues from the buttresses and against the pedestal reach the top artistic zenith. They should always be like that: wrapped in white fabrics and knotted networks. The viewer imagines the interior they hide, emulating the artistic works of Christo Javacheff. Awesome!
Photographing giants is a festive activity that modifies our human scale. We are insignificant if we compare ourselves with them. They dance and wear their best clothes. It is something magnificent that allows us to daydream and forget the gear of wealth redistribution and the intrusive digital marketing.
Sometimes photographs capture strange situations. The inflatable helicopter patrolling the city. A bike that looks like a motorcycle. A woman with sunglasses who put her hand on her forehead so as not to be blinded by light. The crosswalk crowded with babies in strollers…
In the sand of a beach, during the summer, you can discover acrobats of concentration, acrobats who make the vertical to read an invisible book and acrobats who perform risky somersaults driving themselves into the trunk of a tree from a shipwreck. Anything goes up.