Film urban
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This collection of Urban Landscapes is drawn from a larger body of work called Darkscapes. They are moody evocative invitations into mystery and imagination taken from the ordinary things that make up the fabric of city life. Beauty is all around us if only we take the time to notice it. We all look but maybe we don’t all see. This collection of images is a way for me to share what I see with others. Some years back I was short listed for a Sculpture commission at the new Green Square Railway station. I didn’t in the end win the commission but I did get to walk up the tunnels before any trains traveled though the station. This is one of the many photo’s I took. This is a companion image to the Urban Landscape#28 taken underneath Green Square station a couple of years ago before the trains started to use the lines. Walking up these tracks was a truly amazing experience.
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This guy was pretty cool, sitting there minding his own business, and I just had to get the shot. But as I lifted the camera and looked through the lens he just broke into this mean stare into the lens like he was gonna hurt me. I saw it and quickly pressed the shutter. Later I complimented him on his tattoos and showed him the shot and it was then that his frown turned into a broad grin…phew!
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Ensign Ful-Vue 6×6 / Kodak Portra 400 NC / Melbourne © Velco Dojcinovski
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Old film laying on the floor of the projection booth / cutting room of an abandoned cinema.
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This is the next image from my recent adventure to Antarctica via Buenos Aries. I went to photograph the light and the ice in the fabled Southern Continent. But on my way there and back I spent some time in this wonderful city of great beauty and tremendous contrasts. I was bowled over by vibrant faded beauty of this extraordinary place and will need to go back to take more photographs of this stunning Argentine city. Shot with Ilford HP5 with a very small and very battered SLR. Analouge really suits the nature of the place and the unobtrusive nature of the camera I was using allowed me to get up close and scratch away at the surface of what I was seeing. I need to post these Argentine images before I get to the extensive portfolio of Antarctican images I have coming. They are to me the precursor and epilouge to my trip to the ice and almost as compelling.
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Wilsons Promontory – ‘The Prom’, 2008 Have managed this summer to get out there and surf a bit. Lately just me, my board and my camera down the coast, tenting it and basically taking time out for myself. After a few hours in the water you get this kind of fuzzy peaceful feeling inside, equal parts exhaustion and elation. I love that headspace of daydreaming, and find it a really inspirational state for visual ideas to come to the surface.
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Every major city I’ve been in has its own prominent neon Coke sign and Buenos Aires is no exception. The coke sign in Sydney is the gateway to Kings Cross and all that goes on there and the coke sign in the city of Buenos Aires seems to be located in a fairly equivalent part of town. Shot with a tiny Russin lomo camera with Ilford HP5 b/w film on my recent visit to this amazing and vital city in Argentina.
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Looking down the main central aisle of the lower tier of an abandoned theatre / cinema
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An empty film reel lays resting against one of the seat rows at an abandoned theatre / cinema
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Laying on this floor in this abandoned cinema was this ancient telephone. I don’t know why but telephones seem to be one of the things that i always take shots of while I’m walking round one of these derelict places taking photographs. I wonder how long since this thing has heard a human voice, longer than it is since the site closure i would imagine / !
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The proceeds from this item will be donated to Farestart.
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One Day Film Pigeon Logo http://www.onedayfilm.com
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We all spend a part of each day, just waiting for something…a phone call…a bus to come…the traffic to move…the kettle to boil…a holiday…a pay rise…love…happiness…success…a file to upload. / Perhaps you’ve been waiting your whole life for something to happen? / Or maybe it’s just about to…any minute now.
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Copyright © Helen Chierego / This image is protected by copyright law and is not to be used without express written permission from the copyright holder. / Images may not be copied, reproduced, altered or used for any advertising, displays, any other web sites or for any business or promotional purpose or any other way (whole or in part) without prior written approval of the copyright holder. / All Rights Reserved The Sun Theatre, Yarraville, Victoria Australia. / An icon ot the western suburbss of Melbourne. I enjoyed many films during my childhood in this art deco building. Glad to see it enjoying a revival. / / SUN PICTURE THEATRE For Yvonne, Michelle and Margot / The world is revolving faster these days / How did it happen that twenty-four hours / Now seem like eighteen…or less? Back then / The Sun sign flickered day and night / Above the picture theatre, when we jumped / Off the Spotswood bus at Yarraville Station, / To ride the railway gates with the men / And boys, while the women stood back / They swung open like welcoming arms / Scooping us into the land of reel to reel Streamers propelled by light. In the Art Deco / Building with a half sun on top, glowing / Like an icon or cross on a church / Rising up over the sugar refinery, docks / And our real lives we never thought about / While we were in Hollywood, America / The good old U S of A in Australia singing God Save the Queen, while we stood head / To shoulder with women and men dressed in suits / And the other kids who knew all the words / To an anthem sung into our colonial heads / At school and on TV without needing a script / Or subtitles on the bottom of the screen / With a bouncing ball swooping over lyrics. At the matinee we sighed when the lights were dimmed / Slipping down into our seats and out of our bodies / Onto the screen where film goddesses always ended up / With impossible heroes we read about on Fantales wrappers / While we crunched through to chocolate inside vermillion / Jaffas and licked wafered vanilla icecreams. Chilled when the lights went out once upon a time / And the curtains opened to Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho / Mother told me to cover my eyes while / She held my ears and screamed so loudly / A rush of shivers snap froze the audience / To their seats. Black and white or / Technicolor…she liked a good murder. While her daughters plagiarised musicals / To re-enact on the front verandah for kids / Who lived on the Avenue. Costumes, makeup, / Some lousy script of song and dance everyone / Sat through and wanted more of every Saturday / After Mum had said: ‘Let’s go to the flicks’ / And we came home from that dreaming place Where the Sun is now derelict and only lights / Up for vandals, who make fires in the dress / Circle, front and back stalls, turning the floors / And ceiling into charcoal as delicate as Violet Crumble. Copyright Helen Chierego. (Note: I wrote this poem long before the revival of the theatre when the interior was still a burnt out ruin.) / / /
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Copyright 2008-2009 © Helen Chierego / This image is protected by copyright law and is not to be used without express written permission from the copyright holder. / Images may not be copied, reproduced, altered or used for any advertising, displays, any other web sites or for any business or promotional purpose or any other way (whole or in part) without prior written approval of the copyright holder. / All Rights Reserved An icon ot the western suburbs of Melbourne. I enjoyed many films during my childhood in this art deco building. Glad to see it enjoying a revival. / CLICK ON T-SHIRT / / SUN PICTURE THEATRE For Yvonne, Michelle and Margot / The world is revolving faster these days / How did it happen that twenty-four hours / Now seem like eighteen…or less? Back then / The Sun sign flickered day and night / Above the picture theatre, when we jumped / Off the Spotswood bus at Yarraville Station, / To ride the railway gates with the men / And boys, while the women stood back / They swung open like welcoming arms / Scooping us into the land of reel to reel Streamers propelled by light. In the Art Deco / Building with a half sun on top, glowing / Like an icon or cross on a church / Rising up over the sugar refinery, docks / And our real lives we never thought about / While we were in Hollywood, America / The good old U S of A in Australia singing God Save the Queen, while we stood head / To shoulder with women and men dressed in suits / And the other kids who knew all the words / To an anthem sung into our colonial heads / At school and on TV without needing a script / Or subtitles on the bottom of the screen / With a bouncing ball swooping over lyrics. At the matinee we sighed when the lights were dimmed / Slipping down into our seats and out of our bodies / Onto the screen where film goddesses always ended up / With impossible heroes we read about on Fantales wrappers / While we crunched through to chocolate inside vermillion / Jaffas and licked wafered vanilla icecreams. Chilled when the lights went out once upon a time / And the curtains opened to Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho / Mother told me to cover my eyes while / She held my ears and screamed so loudly / A rush of shivers snap froze the audience / To their seats. Black and white or / Technicolor…she liked a good murder. While her daughters plagiarised musicals / To re-enact on the front verandah for kids / Who lived on the Avenue. Costumes, makeup, / Some lousy script of song and dance everyone / Sat through and wanted more of every Saturday / After Mum had said: ‘Let’s go to the flicks’ / And we came home from that dreaming place Where the Sun is now derelict and only lights / Up for vandals, who make fires in the dress / Circle, front and back stalls, turning the floors / And ceiling into charcoal as delicate as Violet Crumble. Copyright Helen Chierego. (Note: I wrote this poem long before the revival of the theatre when the interior was still a burnt out ruin.) / / /
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Glasgow, Scotland, 2005. A bit of a rework of an image that was originally created as part of a quadtych series – “Vanishing Point (#’s1-4)” – entered into the Nikon Summer Salon back in 2004 – (now called the Kodak Salon). Was beside myself – read; totally friggin stoked! when the series was awarded – “Best Digital Photomedia Work” The Kodak Salon is now Australia’s largest open entry photomedia exhibition held at The Centre for Contemporary Photography, Fitzroy, Melbourne.
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Part of a series of 7 images, this image is a study of color and texture. 35mm Kodak film scanned. No digital manipulation used. Stairwell of an old Training School in Cranston, Rhode Island. (c) Nicole Gesmondi 2009 /
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Azrieli center, Tel Aviv Holga 120GN / Kodak TX400 / Epson V500
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as I was in Philly.. I remembered the saying .. brotherly love.. to tell you the truth , I didnt really expect it. but , I was very surprised pleasantly , to be given the courtesy by strangers .. of a hello..and of stopping their cars to let me go “jaywalking”.. and the like.. it was great to see this . This photo was taken from inside of the beautiful train station at 12th street.. where there is a huge room, with a window to the skyline I layered this with a velvia film …
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Scanned print. / Pentax K1000 / 50mm lens / C-41 / Halifax in 2003 / uncropped. edited through the viewfinder.
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Copyright © Helen Chierego / This image is protected by copyright law and is not to be used without express written permission from the copyright holder. / Images may not be copied, reproduced, altered or used for any advertising, displays, any other web sites or for any business or promotional purpose or any other way (whole or in part) without prior written approval of the copyright holder. / All Rights Reserved CLICK ON T-SHIRT / / CLICK ON IMAGE TO BE TAKEN TO OTHER IMAGES IN THIS SERIES / / / / / Another one of my images of the iconic Sun Theatre, layered with textures.
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Looking down on a woman on pedestrian crossing a road with the road markings that look like film sprockets.
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This was shot in Leigh, Greater Manchester, on an industrial estate. As for the title, it is a homage to that Christmas mainstay of television, The Great escape and the moment Steve McQueen tried to jump the barbed wire fence. Converted in to a Holga film effect. Best viewed large.
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