Dresden
November 30th, 2010Hiroshima
November 29th, 2010
The Cure
November 27th, 2010
Creamy Stevens
November 26th, 2010
Atomic Bomb Dome
November 23rd, 2010..November 2010.. ..Hiroshima..
A sad link to Samuel Yamashita’s book “Leaves from an Autumn Emergency.” Short selections of diary entries from 8 Japanese civilians during WW II, particularly after the dropping of the atomic bombs in Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
http://www.npr.org/player/v2/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&t=1&islist=false&id=4788325&m=4788326
Ruby Valentine
November 21st, 2010
Autumn in Hiroshima
November 20th, 2010
Print for Sale
November 18th, 2010
I have a couple of prints remaining of this image from a recent gallery show. All are hand printed C-Prints made from original negative. No digital prints.
All prints are signed and come with certificate, except for 5×7 print. 5×7 print is an open edition. All other sizes are limited editions.
Please contact me at paule.saviano@gmail.com if your interested in purchasing a print.
Here are the print sizes available and prices.
5×7 inches with with 8×10 window cut matte board frame. 8 remaining $25.
11×14 inches Signed limited edition of 25 prints. 4 remaining $150.
20×24 inches Signed limited edition of 10 prints. 2 remaining $400.
30×40 inches Signed limited edition of 5 prints. 1 remaining. $600.
40×50 inches Signed limited edition of 3 prints 1 remaining $1,000.
Fragile
November 17th, 2010
Jane’s Addiction
October 31st, 2010..October 2009 New York..
13 years ago, I photographed a Jane’s Addiction concert on October 30, 1997 at Hammerstein Ballroom in New York. I have a large photograph from the concert hanging in my living room. A symbol of the start of my career.
I remember the exact moment when I snapped the photo and the lyric Perry was singing. He put his leg over the monitor leaned towards the crowd. I snapped away.
I was about a foot away in the photo pit. It was the first song. A nervous sweat poured out of me all over my camera. My finger was on the shutter button all concert. The energy from the band and crowd made me feel like I was on a wave.
At the end of the second song Dave leaned down from the stage with a rose sticking in his hair. I heard his soft voice over the anarchic crowd and shreeking teenage girls. “Is everything ok?’ I nodded. I can’t say it was surreal. It was unrealistic.
I drove to Washington, DC the day after. Worrying all night if that shot came out. I picked up my film, immediately looked for that series of shoots. Walking down a cobblestone street in Georgetown and looking at the film simultaneously. I got the shot. I remember the walk like it was yesterday. 23 and the beginning of something. Of what?
Today I sat by the river with 2 friends. I starred at the broken wooden piers disappearing into the dark blue river. I pretended to listen to them speak. Fading in and out of a mindless conversation I’ve heard the past 12 years of my life from dozens of different people.
Their 8 years younger than me. So this conversation is new to them. Seagulls land and perch on top of the broken wooden piers sticking out of the water. From a distance they look like gargoyles a top a cathedral. Behind the bench we’re sitting on, bicycles and joggers zoom by us. Towards the side, two gay men sitting in the grass are kissing.
My friends are babbling away as I nod. The sun is fading underneath the coastline. I wasn’t sure what the future was on October 30, 1997. Twelve years later in some sense, I don’t know what the future will bring.
