{"id":1579664,"date":"2024-03-29T05:28:28","date_gmt":"2024-03-29T05:28:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.counterpunch.org\/?p=317346"},"modified":"2024-03-29T05:28:28","modified_gmt":"2024-03-29T05:28:28","slug":"architecture-of-cities-walking-alone-in-milan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/radiofree.asia\/2024\/03\/29\/architecture-of-cities-walking-alone-in-milan\/","title":{"rendered":"Architecture of Cities: Walking Alone in Milan"},"content":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>\n
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It has been suggested that we should connect the dots from the past to the present: I suggest the present to the past:<\/p>\n

When photography was new to me it was thrilling: I was never afraid but fearful of my curiosity: my camera was compelled to travel alone and peer down and across corridors: what was seen, never existed before that moment: my mind never had a story to tell until the eyes gazed upon the capture: what was not known became known when the shutter snapped.<\/p>\n

My future is more exciting everyday forward than any day in my past.<\/p>\n

My camera has become an encyclopedia of my history: and then there is always more.<\/p>\n

Have\u00a0\u00a0you ever walked among the shadows of the jungle: the silent jungle lets out a scream: what is heard is the life and light of photography about to be: A lone person walks into an inhabited town: Milan: La Scala, cathedrals, monuments, Mussolini and more wave frantically to be acknowledged. They are posers that my camera has little interest in: If a city was only that without what captures the imagination then what would it be.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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A capture.<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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My feelings are interlocked in the details that captured my eyes before I blinked: nothing or nobody\u00a0\u00a0can be as remote and alarming to my sensibilities as Conrad\u2019s \u201cKurtz\u201d in Heart of Darkness: why would any discovery of self and city have to stare alone into the blackness of our minds?\u00a0\u00a0Maybe Plumpick in the \u201cKing of Hearts\u201d film makes more sense to emulate: Some lunacy and confusion makes one ripe for new moments to be revealed.<\/p>\n

When \u201caha\u201d is bellowed from the rooftops the wonderment that steps before my eyes\u00a0\u00a0begs to be illuminated: The questions and reasons of a photographer\u2019s purpose poses before the camera: The romance mo f photography is offered: Instead of \u201cI am Spartacus\u201d, for a few seconds I am Plumpick: My camera is my King of Hearts: My mind is swimming in animated nightmares: Only today do I look back and know that my decades have been a dream. I dream as I think I capture images as I dream<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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A capture.<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Oh. I\u2019m sleeping under strange, strange skies
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\u2013 Rolling Stones: Moonlight Mile<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Quasimodo rings the bell: I constantly whisper to myself to listen for the signs, the vibrations: the electrical vibes that signal the brain to \u201clook\u201d:<\/p>\n

I discover the city as if floating through an aquarium naked for only the fish to see: I glance into the exhibitions as if I am peering through windows of discoveries like Christmas on fifth avenue or a laboratory of one thousand petri dishes floating in a petrified forest: The make up of what the city has been and might become hide in plain sight: Intimacy is an underrated word: My lens has never been about the spectacle of the grandeur: The capture of the intimate designs of the grand and of the small has attracted my lens for most of many decades.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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I align my heart and lens with the songs of the whales of the seven seas: the currents carry the songs: We only know about the sounds if we listen: The sounds may travel great distances but they are intimate choruses that are heard by a few: It is how I reflect on my captures: They are part of cities universally: intimate images exist only if they are heard, captured.<\/p>\n

Some things new will be old: They will live among treasures that I sometimes remember:<\/p>\n

I dream of dancing naked among the whales to celebrate what my eyes may capture next.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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All photographs by Richard Schulman<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

The post Architecture of Cities: Walking Alone in Milan<\/a> appeared first on CounterPunch.org<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n

This post was originally published on CounterPunch.org<\/a>. <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

It has been suggested that we should connect the dots from the past to the present: I suggest the present to the past: When photography was new to me it was thrilling: I was never afraid but fearful of my curiosity: my camera was compelled to travel alone and peer down and across corridors: what More<\/a><\/p>\n

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