Of course McG, the director, has some pretty nastystains on his resume, so we’ll have to see how it shapes up over the next year as more details are revealed…
Many folks close to me know my obsession with many things Italian. While I’m only one quarter Sicilian, the prominence of my full-blood grandmother in my upbringing and the associated happy memories have fostered a deep love for the food, language, culture, and country of Italy.
But lately, I’m kinda pissed at the Italian government.
You see, it seems that they’re performing a fingerprint census of all Roma (or Gypsy) people in their country - including the 90% which claim Italian citizenship - in an effort to “crack down on crime.” This fingerprinting includes Roma children, but doesn’t include any non-Roma Italians (sounds confusing, but this doesn’t refer to residents of Rome).
I hope this sounds as obviously horrific to readers as it did to me and many in Italy’s population. This is terribly similar in concept to how Germany treated Jews leading up to WWII; blame a minority ethnic group for societal woes (in Italy’s case, theft and such) and set them apart, treating them differently than the rest of the population. That certainly snowballed into one of the greatest human tragedies in history.
Thankfully this isn’t the 1930’s, and the European Union took notice early on, so I don’t foresee any larger-scale escalation without the intervention of the international community. There are currently political efforts within Italy and without to stop this practice, and I hope it picks up steam.
I’m starting to sense a pattern in this, the latter half of my photography class. Darkroom, darkroom, and more darkroom, with little in the form of instruction. I’ll not repeat what I’ve said the past two weeks, so here’s what I did tonight:
I focused on trying to get the best out of one particular image. I took my recently posted duck photograph and made three prints, two of which involved the technique of burning. Burning involves using a piece of opaque material (cardboard in my case) with a small hole cut out, moved around over the photo paper to expose only a desired portion of the image. On one image, for example, I exposed the whole image for 38 seconds with the aperture on the enlarger set to f11. Then I burned in the body of the duck for an additional 25 seconds in an attempt to coax more detail out of the feathers.
After all that, I think I have my first image worth putting in a frame
Anyway, still no assignment (now three weeks in a row), so I’ll try to finish up my self-imposed experiment of photographing total strangers looking at or toward the camera.
Dan in Real Life is a study in discomfort. In a movie filled with in-your-face metaphors and too-clever script contrivances, my main beef is the lengths to which this film goes to perpetuate an unrealistic and horribly tense family situation. Sure, there’s decent acting, some good camera work, some touching family moments…but it’s all over shadowed by the overwrought slow-motion train wreck that you can see from an hour away.