#Post-2 Christopher Nunn

What an eye catcher…. I directly fell in love with the photo “David’s bathroom, 2010″ of photographer Christopher Nunn. The bathroom is so private. Most of the time when you visit a friend’s place, except if you do a sleep over, you won’t see the bathroom. More likely you will visit the toilet. The bathroom is persevered well behind closed doors. Therefore it has something mysterious for me. What kind of little secrets are kept there? Secrets that never will be shown to the outside world. Secrets that we will take away if a visitor will visit the bathroom.

The bathroom in this photo looks kind of antique: the brown cement under the mirror, the rusty chain link of the plug, the tap design and the old fashioned typography on the sink. In the mirror you can define -with some creativity- that the bathroom must have brown tiles. It’s old. Times passed. The passing of the time is very well fixed in the leftovers of soap. As if the owner wants to conserve the past. In a way refusing that the time goes on. It’s a little protest against the clock. The clock has no mercy for anyone. And eventually we all have to deal with it. Time can be our best friend, but also our biggest enemy.

The little left overs are kept with so much love. They lay in a very clean space, no dirt. It looks like the owner cleans it once in a while there. The big two soaps at the left and the right side are waiting for being kept. I guess that once the owner had two different colour at each side. At the outside you see two pink left overs, then two green ones and in the middle a blue and a yellow one. I love that detail. Or maybe he’s since the green soap together with someone. So that the owner first had a blue and yellow one for himself. Who knows….

Especially for my generation, “generation y” or the “millennials”, this photo is an icon. There’s so much pressure, rush and stress: on social media, in schools, work, friendships and relationship wise. We keep running behind the high standers of society and our own created standers of a “perfect, actually non exciting, world”. The online world never stops, it always goes on. And then in this photo it’s standing still. No rush, but details. It’s heartwarming and relaxing to look at.

Soap arranged in colour order, 2010

#Post-1 Pablo Baquedano

The first snack of my blog: Pablo Baquendano with a photo from a reportage of the northern region of France Les Ardennes. The in 1988 born in Toulouse photographer, has a fine eye for observing people. Les Ardennes is one of the poorer regions in France. And in his reportage he knows pretty well how to capture the rawness of that region.

In the photo we see a boy and a girl on a moped. I’m not sure if they’re a couple but it can be. The way how the girl holds the boy looks like she’s looking for some protection. She’s sitting a bit bended and with her face she’s hiding behind the shoulder of the boy.  She’s looking right in the camera, in contrast to the boy. It looks like he is looking a little bit above the lens. I think that they stopped for the photographer and that he asked them if he could take a photo. I guess that they would usually drive with their helmets on their face. The photographer must have been quite close to the subject, because I think it’s a wide angled lens that he used. Although they look both in the lens I get the the impression of actually two shy people. The masculinity of driving a moped is in contrast with how they pose for the camera, both bended and the boy not looking straight in the lens.

The background is a little bit blurry, but you can still see the details of the surrounding quite well. The sidewalk and the road don’t appear to be maintained very well. It’s all a little bit bumpy. And then we see those two young people, both looking tired and shy, I guess in a city that is not so vibrant anymore. A nice shot. They will drive away, to their destination. We don’t know what they will do. Maybe they will go to their work or they will go to their house and just chill. But this moment for me is very powerful. Not knowing where they go combined with the tired faces, the intens eye contact and a neighborhood in decline raises questions. It’s deep, poetic and raw.