Day 16~ February 16th~ Lebanon

hospitality

It can safely be said that hospitality is an essence that lives and resonates strongly in Lebanese people and in their society. It is a place that a visitor is often invited to a meal several times a day by total strangers, and it is not a matter of speech, they really do mean it and they do receive great pleasure from feeding you. It is an open door policy, especially in villages and a warmth and generosity that is very difficult to say no to. In fact you must choose between getting fat during the holidays or upsetting quite a few people who cannot handle your rejection. In a world where anonymity is becoming the rule of day, returning to such openness and close contact with people is so heartwarming and refreshing.

Day Two Hundred Thirty Three, September 12, 2011

what color is your smoke screen?

Smoke screens, we all have them, don’t we?  We present a face to the world, an identity, an image, a made up representation of who we want others to think we are. It is often rougher than we are, sharper, tougher, with an edge and with a certain amount of vagueness. We protect our inner self, our true self and we only show it in our most vulnerable of moments. It is quite a pity to have to go through life in this way, in a constant state of self defense. And when we can find someone that allows us to be who we really are, we hold on to them for dear life. Yes, with true friends, smoke screens are not required.

Photo taken: Sasha  in a doorway of a broken down room

Day One Hundred Seventy Eight, July 19, 2011

from marmalade to stone soup

Once upon time there was a glass jar. It was created in a factory and fitted with a tin lid. The jar was filled with factory made marmalade of strawberry picked from German fields. The marmalade was enjoyed over many wonderful family breakfasts over buttered bread. The jar was finally emptied, washed and refilled with home made marmalade. Then this girl found it, filled it with bugs, then bugs were set free and she filled it with bird bones dug out of holes in the ground, then it was filled with bird feathers, and finally it became the jar that housed a ‘green perfume’, and finally a ‘stone soup’!

A normal afternoon in the life of a 7 year old…

Day Forty Two, March 5, 2011

 

It rained tonight on my window

You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.” —Mark Twain

Today was a day of looking at balances, re-arranging thoughts, deep contemplations, and searching for rhythms. There is a rhythm in the rain that can lull you to sleep if it falls gently, there is also rhythm in the city lights that pass by your window as you sail through the busy streets. Rhythm is everywhere, in our heartbeat, in the days, in the nights, in the tides and in the birth and death of every living thing.

Day one, January 23, 2011

365#1: a girl, a glass and a dream

On the first day that I started this project, we were invited to a Chinese wedding in Shanghai. As Chinese weddings go, this was a typical one, with lots of food, an early 5 PM start, a fancy hotel ball room, the bride changing dresses 3 times, the ‘hongbao’ or red envelope that guest are expected to gift the young couple with outrageous amounts of cash and loud jarring speeches and games lead by a professional MC.

It was a heaven for a photographer but what caught me the most was this girl, who was the cousin of the bride. She was glowing in her white fur cape, styled hair and made up face. She looked dreamy.

So this photo of her was my choice for the start of the project.