Men in Wine Bar, Rome, Italy, May 2007
Taken at my friend Adriano’s excellent wine bar, Ai Tre Scalini, in the Monti district of Rome.
The atmosphere is very lively and I’ll try and convey that in the next photographs I’ll most certainly take there.
Taken at my friend Adriano’s excellent wine bar, Ai Tre Scalini, in the Monti district of Rome.
The atmosphere is very lively and I’ll try and convey that in the next photographs I’ll most certainly take there.
Whose choice is the dress-code—the parents’, or the kids’? At any rate, fashion begins early in Italy.
View of Isola Tiberina and Ponte Cestio. The tower of chiesa di Santa Maria in Cosmedin can be seen in the background.
The protesters at Piazza Madonna dei Monti.
I had a pleasant conversation with painter, actor and all-around artist Emidio Antoci in bar San Calisto in Trastevere.
He gave me a drawing of myself and Amber which he made on the spot despite his failing eyesight. I must make an enlargement of it and bring it back to him.
Taken out of the car window. It was very hot and the landscape near Bakersfield had a strange feel to it. I passed through the same area sometime later (Oil Field at Night.).
Shortly after arriving to live Monti, an old district in the center of Rome, I remarked upon how annoying the cars and motorinos racing through the vicolos (small streets) are.
Pedestrians need to constantly move aside, usually against other parked cars, to let the often fast-moving traffic through.
Today I happened upon a protest beginning in Piazza Maria dei Monti with people bearing placards with some of the following slogans, which make clear that the residents are also quite annoyed:
It was quite a casino, with police, protesters and motorists in a mess of hand-waving and shaking, yelling, laughter, frowns and smiles.
I like the matching expressions of the baby and the father. More photos to come!
Roman buses are good places for candid photography. A crowd of people from all walks of life at close quarters.
Repetition of forms is something to keep an eye out for. Here, the heads of the two young tourists and the bumps on the wrist of the old man. Usually one sees these shapes instinctively, subconsciously, or not at all, and they are discovered only later when looking at the captured image.
Over the North Atlantic on the way to Frankfurt from San Francisco.