31 March 2009
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Published on March 31st, 2009 @ 12:34:00 pm, using 388 words, 216 views
Two words I spend long hours thinking about, am convinced I’m alone in appreciating and the two rare scenes that prove me wrong.
Ventura: Your friend Brian Shelby threw a three-day memorial in your old home. He was a true friend.
You were missed, David.
It was Sofia who never truly recovered. It was she who somehow knew you best. And like you, she never forgot that one night where true love seemed possible.
Consequences, David. It’s the LITTLE THINGS.
David: The LITTLE THINGS. There’s nothing bigger, is there?
(Vanilla Sky)
I always feel like a freak because I’m never able to move on like… this, you know? People just have an affair, or even… entire relationships… They break up and they forget. They move on like they would have changed brand of cereals. I feel I was never able to forget anyone I’ve been with. Because each person had their own… specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost. Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me. I never fully recover. That’s why I’m very careful with getting involved, because… It hurts too much! Even getting laid… I actually don’t do that… I will miss of the person the most mundane things. Like I’m obsessed with LITTLE THINGS. Maybe I’m crazy but… when I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late for school. One day she followed me to see why… I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees rolling on the sidewalk, or ants crossing the road… the way a leaf cast a shadow on a tree trunk… LITTLE THINGS. I think it’s the same with people. I see in them little details, so specific to each of them, that move me, and that I miss, and… will always miss. You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details. Like I remember the way… your beard has a bit of red in it. And how the sun was making it glow… that morning, right before you left. I remember that, and… I missed it. I’m really crazy, right?
(Before Sunset)
29 March 2009
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Published on March 29th, 2009 @ 07:03:56 pm, using 41 words, 265 views
Photos taken by Iris H. on March 26th, 2009 at Ateliê da Imagem.
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Published on March 29th, 2009 @ 01:21:59 pm, using 27 words, 51 views
My very own National Geographic Eyes
27 March 2009
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Published on March 27th, 2009 @ 08:36:26 pm, using 51 words, 37 views
In love with adjusting the white balance
Currently shattering window panes with a rendition of…
Dinah Washington - What a difference a day makes/What a difference a day makes
26 March 2009
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Published on March 26th, 2009 @ 08:14:36 am, using 39 words, 34 views
Light and dark zoomed in on from a bus stop in early morning - Photo by Iris H.
25 March 2009
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Published on March 25th, 2009 @ 04:04:57 pm, using 30 words, 30 views
Version 1: The one I prefer
Version 2: Indoor / Outdoor light
24 March 2009
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Published on March 24th, 2009 @ 08:44:05 pm, using 78 words, 75 views
Time conquered time (…) Sometimes time crept slowly onwards like an exhausted tortoise. Sometimes it tore through life like a vulture in search of prey. Time took no notice of death or life, decay or growth, and love, hate or jealousy. It ignores all those things which are so important to us that we forget time.
(Antonia’s Line)
22 March 2009
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Published on March 22nd, 2009 @ 04:29:15 pm, using 21 words, 108 views
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Published on March 22nd, 2009 @ 09:53:23 am, using 21 words, 37 views
Photographs taken before, during and after my first visit to Rio’s Museum of Modern Art (MAM).
01) Four
02) Six
03) Beyond a dirty window
04) Killed by the light
05) Light & Filth
06) The Rollerblader
07) V as in Vik
08) Spirit of Brazil, Chapter VII
09) Black & Smoky gray
10) Last evening of summer
All photos by Iris W. Hirideyo.
21 March 2009
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Published on March 21st, 2009 @ 05:16:40 pm, using 21 words, 28 views
20 March 2009
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Published on March 20th, 2009 @ 08:43:06 pm, using 21 words, 33 views
18 March 2009
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Published on March 18th, 2009 @ 08:30:05 pm, using 25 words, 33 views
My non-alcoholic nightcap :D
17 March 2009
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Published on March 17th, 2009 @ 04:05:37 am, using 32 words, 52 views
Photos taken on March 12th during my second photography class outing.
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16 March 2009
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Published on March 16th, 2009 @ 05:35:08 pm, using 106 words, 46 views
The evening of Friday 13th, 2009 as seen from my window…
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15 March 2009
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Published on March 15th, 2009 @ 11:57:19 am, using 44 words, 298 views
… is in the company you keep! :D
Currently shattering window panes with a rendition of…
Elton John - Tiny Dancer/Almost Famous Soundtrack
14 March 2009
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Published on March 14th, 2009 @ 09:10:56 pm, using 390 words, 40 views
…expressed three different ways and better than I could.
I mean, I’ve gotta be honest with you, I’m not looking for that, I’m looking for something bigger, you know? I’m looking for a dare to be great situation. (…)
How many people really know what they want though? I mean, a lot of them think that they have to know, right? But inside, they don’t really know, so, I don’t know… But I know that I don’t know.
(Say Anything - Cameron Crowe)
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Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings
and the drama queens
I’d like to think the best of me
is still hiding up my sleeve
They love to tell you stay inside the lines
but something’s better on the other side
(No such thing - John Mayer)
—— ∫ ——
Anchors aweigh! So what do you think of my little vessel? She’s what we call “see-worthy.” S-E-E. See with your eyes. I feel like my transport should be an extension of my personality. Voilà. And this? This is like my little window to the world, and every minute, it’s a different show. Now, I may not understand it. I may not even necessarily agree with it. But I’ll tell you what, I accept it and just sort of glide along. You want to keep things on an even keel I guess is what I’m saying. You want to go with the flow. The sea refuses no river. The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving. Saves on introductions and good-byes. The ride does not require an explanation. Just occupants. That’s where you guys come in. It’s like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. Now, you may get the 8-pack, you may get the 16-pack. But it’s all in what you do with the crayons, the colors that you’re given. Don’t worry about drawing within the lines or coloring outside the lines. I say color outside the lines. Color right off he page! Don’t box me in! We’re in motion to the ocean. We are not landlocked, I’ll tell ya that.
(Waking Life - Richard Linklater)
11 March 2009
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Published on March 11th, 2009 @ 06:40:14 pm, using 227 words, 42 views
October 11th, 2008 - Saturday
The Maze Inn Views
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01) View of the Sugar Loaf overlooking the Tavares Bastos Favela #1 ♦ Photo by Iris H.
02) View of the Sugar Loaf overlooking the Tavares Bastos Favela #2 ♦ Photo by Iris H.
03) View from The Maze overlooking the Tavares Bastos Favela #1 ♦ Photo by Iris H.
04) View from The Maze overlooking the Tavares Bastos Favela #2 ♦ Photo by Stewart H.
05) View from The Maze overlooking the Tavares Bastos Favela #3 ♦ Photo by Iris H.
06) View of the Sugar Loaf overlooking the Tavares Bastos Favela #3 ♦ Photo by Iris H.
07) View at night #1 ♦ Photo by Iris H.
08) View at night #2 ♦ Photo by Iris H.
09) View of the Sugar Loaf at night #1 ♦ Photo by Stewart H.
10) View of the Sugar Loaf at night #2 ♦ Photo by Iris H.
11) View to the left of the Sugar Loaf ♦ Photo by Iris H.
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09 March 2009
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Published on March 9th, 2009 @ 07:42:46 pm, using 29 words, 51 views
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Published on March 9th, 2009 @ 09:12:16 am, using 143 words, 43 views
October 11th, 2008 - Saturday
THE MAZE
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01) Stewart alone on the couch. I’m coming, sweetie! :D ♦ Photo by Iris H.
02) Stewart & Iris #1 ♦ Photo by Iris H.
03) Stewart & Iris #2 ♦ Photo by Iris H.
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08 March 2009
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Published on March 8th, 2009 @ 08:35:30 pm, using 253 words, 47 views
October 11th, 2008 - Saturday
Inside THE MAZE (finally!) and exploring away.
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01) Caught by surprise ♦ Photo by Iris H.
02) Here’s why it’s called The Maze #1 ♦ Photo by Iris H.
03) Here’s why it’s called The Maze #2 ♦ Photo by Iris H.
04) Hiding on the balcony, afraid of my Super Lumix Powers ♦ Photo by Iris H.
05) Down the stairs we go ♦ Photo by Iris H.
06) And now up ♦ Photo by Iris H.
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07 March 2009
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Published on March 7th, 2009 @ 08:54:46 pm, using 87 words, 37 views
I came across this very cool ad for Final Draft with the even better quote by Kim Krizan (co-screenwriter of Before Sunrise and Before Sunset) on writing. I simply had to post it.
I write so the endangered thoughts roaming naked and vulnerable through the misty jungles of my mind aren’t slain by the guns of practical life.
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06 March 2009
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Published on March 6th, 2009 @ 08:02:32 pm, using 166 words, 106 views
Grover: Hi! I was just walking by…
Jane: Hold it. I’m having one of those times… where my name sounds very weird to me. My name is Jane… Jane… it all sounds so foreign to me, you know?
Grover: This is really where you like to hang out, huh?
Jane: Yeah… I like to come here and get away from school… think about graduation. Plus Chet lets me listen to talk radio and I’m just addicted to it.
Grover: This is a townie bar.
Jane: You know these little things people have as pets called dogs… you know, dogs… cantaloupe… we eat cantaloupe.
Grover: What are you talking about?
Jane: These… these things… these things that… that we take for granted… they’re all so weird… these words… these names… Jane… Jane. Grover. Gro-ver.
Grover: What are you drinking?
Jane: Scotch.
Grover: Yikes!
Chet: Chet… Chet…
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Published on March 6th, 2009 @ 04:12:56 pm, using 32 words, 24 views
When in the dark, light a candle and photograph it :D
04 March 2009
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Published on March 4th, 2009 @ 04:21:00 pm, using 102 words, 37 views
October 11th, 2008 - Saturday
THE MAZE
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03 March 2009
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Published on March 3rd, 2009 @ 07:40:08 pm, using 218 words, 125 views
No retrato que me faço
- traço a traço -
às vezes me pinto nuvem,
às vezes me pinto árvore…
às vezes me pinto coisas
de que nem há mais lembrança…
ou coisas que não existem
mas que um dia existirão…
e, desta lida, em que busco
- pouco a pouco -
minha eterna semelhança,
no final, que restará?
Um desenho de criança…
Corrigido por um louco!
(O Auto-Retrato - Mario Quintana)
I’ve been struggling for the last week or so with a homework assignment for my photography class: coming up with either a photographic interpretation of the poem above or a self portrait of my own. Yesterday after work I got on a bus and headed to Parque Lage with the sole purpose of trying to force an encounter with some much needed inspiration.
I crossed paths with a number of cats, perhaps a fox (photos #27 and #28 - if you can confirm that it is in fact a fox, by all means let me know) and some great light.
You’ll find the result of my search in photograph #8.
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02 March 2009
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Published on March 2nd, 2009 @ 08:16:40 am, using 761 words, 2765 views
Father Flynn’s two sermons from the play / movie Doubt by John Patrick Shanley.
What do you do when you’re not sure? That’s the topic of my sermon today.
Last year, when President Kennedy was assassinated, who among us did not experience the most profound disorientation? Despair? Which way? What now? What do I say to my kids? What do I tell myself? It was a time of people sitting together, bound together by a common feeling of hopelessness. But think of that! Your BOND with your fellow being was your Despair. It was a public experience. It was awful, but we were in it together. How much worse is it then for the lone man, the lone woman, stricken by a private calamity?
‘No one knows I’m sick.’
‘No one knows I’ve lost my last real friend.’
‘No one knows I’ve done something wrong.’
Imagine the isolation. Now you see the world as through a window. On one side of the glass: happy, untroubled people, and on the other side: you.
I want to tell you a story. A cargo ship sank one night. It caught fire and went down. And only this one sailor survived. He found a lifeboat, rigged a sail…and being of a nautical discipline…turned his eyes to the Heavens and read the stars. He set a course for his home, and exhausted, fell asleep. Clouds rolled in. And for the next twenty nights, he could no longer see the stars. He thought he was on course, but there was no way to be certain. And as the days rolled on, and the sailor wasted away, he began to have doubts. Had he set his course right? Was he still going on towards his home? Or was he horribly lost… and doomed to a terrible death? No way to know. The message of the constellations - had he imagined it because of his desperate circumstance? Or had he seen truth once… and now had to hold on to it without further reassurance? There are those of you in church today who know exactly the crisis of faith I describe. And I want to say to you: DOUBT can be a bond as powerful and sustaining as certainty. When you are lost, you are not alone.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.
—— ∫ ——
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01 March 2009
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Published on March 1st, 2009 @ 10:08:20 pm, using 369 words, 88 views
Cramps, a notebook, coffee and Milk. Cramps as in monthly. Notebook as in one of three recently bought gray Cicero (10 spirals down the left side), coffee as in espresso with cream, Milk as in the movie. Take away the cramps and I’d be a happy camper.
Of course there was D. at work this morning. Always a wrong note to start on no matter how many times you’ve been through it and how many times it proves to be less unpleasant than you fear. 
But you fear it again and again, like an experience you’re quite incapable of either fully digesting or retaining for future reference. Memento comes to mind - as movies always do. There’s no significant absorption of what goes on as though you were just a tad on the drunk side, as though your mind were scattered just enough to leave you out of the loop, as though you had some of Leonard Shelby’s condition in you. And so the stress repeats itself without fail. And a chunk of gratitude is always set aside for whoever provides a heads-up. Thank you, M.
Such was my last Saturday in February. Chronologically, this is how it went: a duly appreciated heads-up. Observation. A valiant morning show of forced vigor, stomping, snapping and improvisation, followed by an afternoon of bonding for me and relief - the two of us at the center of an aluminum-foil-wrapped city roasting in a 400º oven.
Relief alone makes for lovely afternoons of rejoicing if nothing else then for the chance to not have to do any one thing or be any one place. Rejoicing at being able to simply roam around and observe - even under such blazing uncomfortable heat.
The accidental clean slate that’s been wiped on my behalf seems to have finally acquired its weightiest significance and set it in stone. I hold it no longer as a liquid thought but as a solid truth and a motto: ‘A clean slate, a second chance.’
So here I am. Cramps, notebook, coffee and Milk. Coping, writing, sipping and waiting to watch.
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Published on March 1st, 2009 @ 09:35:47 pm, using 217 words, 20 views
This blog started out with a very vague objective. It was the idea of a capital F-friend and it was meant as an outlet, at first for my writing which has always been choppy and vague itself and then for the photographs I began to take, and take more seriously. The same capital F-friend kept stepping up his encouragement. There was interest and feedback, then hands-on help in finding a good compact camera, then cheering in the bleachers at the prospect of a photography course. All of which made and make me smile widely.
These are currently two things I would hate to have to do without: writing and photographing. The former having just come back to me of its own volition after a bout of jealousy over possibly having felt relegated to playing second fiddle to my lately inseparable Blue Lumix. As it turns out it’s just as important to me. And so I’ve decided to create a writing corner for myself. An Iris’ Journal within Iris’ Journal - an actual journal where I can write (hopefully on a daily basis) and at the same time work on being less selective and critical of myself.
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Published on March 1st, 2009 @ 12:49:12 pm, using 179 words, 15 views
i⋅ris
/ˈaɪrɪs/
[ahy-ris]
noun, plural i⋅ris⋅es, ir⋅i⋅des /ˈɪrɪˌdiz, ˈaɪrɪ-/ [ir-i-deez, ahy-ri-]
verb
–noun
1. Anatomy. the contractile, circular diaphragm forming the colored portion of the eye and containing a circular opening, the pupil, in its center.
2. Botany. any plant of the genus Iris, having showy flowers and sword-shaped leaves.
3. a flower of this plant.
4. (initial capital letter) Classical Mythology. a messenger of the gods, regarded as the goddess of the rainbow.
5. a rainbow.
6. any appearance resembling a rainbow.
7. Movies, Television. an iris-in or iris-out.
8. Optics, Photography. iris diaphragm.
–verb (used without object)
9. Movies. to begin or end a take or scene with an iris-in or iris-out, achieved by manipulation of an iris diaphragm on the camera or by editing the film.
Origin:
1350–1400; ME L Īris, īris Gk Îris, îris rainbow, goddess of the rainbow, halo, iris flower or root, iridescent crystal; in some senses NL Gk: diaphragm of eye
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