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A Brazilian Parade

My Photo scholarship 2011 entry

Worldwide | Tuesday, November 8, 2011 | 5 photos


I have an unexplainably awful memory. Between names, dates, and events that I have experienced, I can't seem to replay any memory but a handful of over watched 8-track 1992 home movies that leave me questioning what I have done for the past 21 years of my life. Once I began playing around with my parent's old nikon 35 mm, I taught myself how to become more present in the moment away from other digital distractions.
There is no other way for me to relive my past other than through photography. Gathering candid snapshots of urban and rural society has become a new passion of mine. Through social media, the public is much more aware of a lens' presence. Moments in my life, however, are not meant to be staged for the future or for reevaluation, so my biggest struggle is capturing moments without the interference through the mediation of publicity.
Through now forensic investigating every photograph I encounter, I have created temporary stylistic influences that I practice on a daily basis. On my recent trip to Rio de Janeiro Brazil, I was exploring the city when I suddenly was engulfed by a public overly-exuberant theatrical performance. A group of young adults were dancing and singing loudly and proudly when an elderly delirious and intoxicated local man decided to immerse himself into the spectacular. But once a participant, he was blindly left alone as the parade departed freely. I desired to capture this moment of passionate curiosity, so I grabbed my camera and clicked away, dealing with the faults and victories of the M(anuel) setting flipping through ISO, Fstop, and Shutter speed.
Scrolling through hundreds of photos from that trip, it was the experience of taking the photos that is engraved in my memory, and the photos tell the story themselves.

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