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Another mysterious character I was hired to investigate. I picked up a very bright sunny day to do that… and I managed to make her sunglasses disappear… But she was very resourceful, as you can see. Nobody really knew anything about her… Only that she travelled a lot… Was she dangerous? Maybe? Was I scared? You will never know.
Read MoreShe belonged in one of the most infamous secret societies of Venice. According to my well informed connections she occupied a key role in the "Mister's" circle, a group of enigmatic, mysterious individuals that roamed about this beautiful city, keeping their purpose well hidden. Of course I knew who they were and what they were doing. But to find out, I had to take the most sacred vow of secrecy that exists in my profession, not to mention that one word slipping from my mouth would fatally compromise Juanita and Lupe, my most valuable assistants. The "Mister" was not kidding…
Read MoreIt was the beginning of the most unpredictable fall of the decade… Revelations were about to take place, we knew that much, but when? And revelations, like solutions, never come from where you expect them to…
Read MoreThere is much and at the same time nothing at all to be said about the power of the facial expressions. For the photographic investigator, it's a full time job. For the lover of the human experience and human nature, a challenge. And for some, a powerful tool. The latter ones are usually the subjects of my investigations…
Read MoreThere is nothing to be said, really. Beauty is like true art: it makes you stop, dissolves your thoughts, makes you look at things like a child looks at things, with eyes wide open, receptive, with no preconceptions, like for the first time. Some of my subjects have that meditative effect on me… they make me see connections between everything that exists… Put the blame on me...
Read MoreSmoking in New York is not easy for normal people… it seems to be extremely easy though, for the subjects of my investigations…
Read MoreDuring my photographic investigations I came to the conclusion that the easiest way to get a fantastic smile is to get very close. Because a fantastic smile is one that cannot be helped and therefore cannot be faked. I would advise, though, my fellow photographic investigators to use their intuition before getting too close. Because what in one person could trigger a smile, in another one could trigger a reflex movement of an arm or leg due to the fear of being forced to give a fantastic smile. And this could have catastrophic consequences on a PI's camera.
Read MoreWhen an iconic photograph of a famous, but relatively newly discovered photographer disappeared from Momma, New York's top art curators knew for the first time what real panic felt like. I was sensing their fear. I could feel it in my bones. I admit it felt kinda nice… I knew it was a matter of time before the phone rang. And it did, later that night. The Italian connection was on. Of course, I have suspected that too… The only woman -the only person to be more accurate- in the western world that could retrieve a lost art treasure in less than 48 hours, was coming to Athens. It was believed that the photograph was there. I was hired -as I usually am- to follow her and document her work, without her knowing who I really was… What else was knew? Was I working for Momma? Was I working for the smugglers? You will never know.
Read MoreIt was really a pretext so I could get close to her. As usual, I was hired to investigate her. I didn't know why, only that she was a writer and a musician. I had to read her short stories and listen to her music and make her talk to me. What she didn't know was that it was really her pictures that were doing the talking. But I couldn't tell her that. I am often wondering about my employers motives when they send me to photographically investigate someone… I have managed to realise one thing: they know more about my subjects then what these subjects know about themselves. And of course that on the other hand there is always me... That all I really know about anything, is nothing.
He was there, no doubt about that, but it was obvious to me that he was a projection from a parallel dimension. In my photographic investigations I have come very often across incidents like that-some call them "accidents", but not me. I knew how to recognise the "trespassers". The trick was to look at them with the corner of your eye. Then you could see them standing in both places. Everywhere and nowhere. I shot him. That was my job.
Read MoreWhen I first encountered Lupe -this is the name of this strange cat- I thought she was an extremely noir, manga and mysterious creature… The amazing manga series Lupin the III came to mind… I decided that she would be a fantastic asset for Angie Stergio's Photographic Investigations and a great companion for Juanita, my amazing cat-assistant, who was complaining constantly about the load of work I was putting on her… This could really work, I thought… So, I offered Lupe a job… She accepted. Meet Lupe the III, my new cat-associate!
Read MoreIpanema was the name of the bar. She was working there. Not in the morning when I took these shots, though… she was in Ipanema for some other business. I was there for her. I recognised her by her tattoos. I had to investigate and if I thought it necessary, to shoot her. I did. For a strange reason I always thought of a blond girl whenever I listened to that song… Well… who knows how a P.I.'s mind works? Certainly not me…
Read MoreShe came out of a Bollywood movie just for a quick cold coffee with some of her funs, in a athenian suburb… I happened to be there for another case… I didn't let this opportunity go wasted. Her name was Leela (play) Chanda (pleasant) and when she dissapeared she left behind a mesmerising scent of sandalwood.
Read MoreThese are some high contrast jpg shots taken with the Ricoh GR… Completely unprocessed. I am impressed, because I was always shooting raw. It's like the feeling you have when you discover forgotten money in a pocket… Very cool.
Read MoreStolen from time...
Read MoreFact: One of the best places for sudoku is Venice.
Read MoreWhat would you do if you discovered a box of old polaroids depicting moments, feelings and people of your life? I thought they were stolen… Not stolen from me… Stolen from time.
Read MoreA lot of aloha, a little greek island, a lot of sun, a little sunset, a lot of smiles, a little illusion of happiness…
Read MoreHappy, melancholic, angry, unpredictable… Who's afraid of Kay Boo? In my opinion, any sensible person. Who loves her? In my opinion, anyone who is interested in taking lessons in love.
Read More"-Capillary dilation of the so-called blush response...fluctuation of the pupil...involuntary dilation of the iris.
-We call it Voight-Kampf for short."
