Pepe Fuentes

05 September 2008

This one is like the one yesterday. I looked at him now and again (I got him into my head). We were in the same area for two hours, more or less. I was moving all over the place, constantly taking photographs, but now and again I went back and there he was in the same place: he didn't leave the same square metre during all the time he was there. Always with the same expression, hieratical and dull. He was looking ahead, were the loud and party people were parading, he was smiling very slightly, he was lifting the camera and taking photographs, and after he stayed static for a long while, with a pleased and slow expression. In my rash coming and going, I tried to photograph him: I was fascinated by how little I liked him.

Uno siempre está solo
pero
a veces
está más solo
Idea Vilariño

04 September 2008

I do believe I know men like this and I don't like their expressions. Neither the mark of the time on their faces: the results are disappointing. Their grey aspect seems to say their lives aren't exciting, not even for them. Well, all this I am saying it is nothing but pure not informed speculation. I can get away with, simply because these texts (and images) are not intended to teach or prove anything. They are just observations completely irresponsible, of course (I don't want to die of boredom). They are upheld only in the simple fate, capricious and ephemeral: first the photograph and then a while to write, that is it and nothing else. Afterwards I go for a walk without thinking at all. "To be someone is to be someone alone. To be someone is solitude." Antonio Porchia.

03 September 2008

I don't know men like this; I don't know which are their motivations, their sexual preferences (seems gay), the reason why he is bordering on obesity, and I don't know why he is not wearing a top either: if it is because he thinks he looks better like that, because he wants to show his fat and round tummy, if because he is proud of his tattoo or simply because he wants to beat the heat. The truth is that I don't even remember his face, or if I even saw it, and I neither haven't got a clue about anything to do with him (or them). Heavy and solid man (at list as his body is concerned, anything else, I don't know), but with a spider's soul (I guess). "...that is why we are idolatrous by instinct, the only fundamental thing is to manage to kneel down in front of the right temple." Hector Subirats.

02 September 2008

This man seems to be looking for or interested in somebody. His design or staging approaches to with a certain and generalized image of a homosexual self-confident; although maybe he even isn't it. The yearly parade (gay), which I like to attend, is the only time in which I see so many, so together and so similar. It seems as if there is and agreement in adopting the same look and expressions: dance, movements, attitudes, bodies and sense of partying, their party. But of course, all groups usually behave in the same way: parishioners, sport, politics, and art fans, anyway, all of those who like the limited and scary exercise to mark time. "The most difficult thing for a man is to bear his own weight. Because freedom is very heavy. So therefore, to reinvent God is to pass onto him some of that weight. A value can have the mediocrity of a football club. But to elevate it to divine height is to elevate it to the height of our necessity. And that is immense. Because it has the dimension of the universe and death". Vergilio Ferreira

01 September 2008

NINE MEN ALONE, PARTYING, even it might not look like it...
Man, alone, waiting. He has dressed up like that just because the opposite, to not be alone; to mix in with his kind. There is nothing special about the attire, only that it is not very common, although it would depend on the scenario and situation. At the end of the day the way we dress is just a convention like any other, everything depends on the play you want to represent. That afternoon, in the sun, there were many men dressed like that: everything was perfectly normal, once again. Many of them, together, with their kind, they seemed happy. "One is one with others; alone is nobody". Antonio Porchia