Week 21: a summary

May 25, 2013

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This week summary is more a summary of favorite pinterest finds. Nevertheless I hope you enjoy it!

Have a good week end

1.a new magazine
2 this photo by photographer Jens Weber
3.cool green barbecue, perfect for summer nights!
4.home made spinach pasta, chasing delicious
5.this lovely plant potby seandasters on etsy.
6.haco
7.vespa for beginners!
8.new playlist from MMHT, “Can’t take this song off my life”
9.And, the highlight of the week for me surely was yesterda’s visit at Art Basel Hong Kong

Women and photography: an interview with Janine Joles

May 23, 2013

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I met Janine Joles via Twitter, and this to me this is a good sign that I have probably started to learn how to use it. When I make such discoveries my activity on social medias, normally rather timid suddenly comes alive and I find it more easy to overcome my well known difficulty in dealing with anything involving the word ‘networking”.

Sometimes, like this time, it’s worth the effort. If I could describe Janine Joles photography I would say it is elegant, minimalistic , timeless.

It’s pure art and it’s able to touch even people like me who are fascinated but at the same time intimidated by nature and its mysterious phenomena. Her style is impeccably curated and another excellent example that simplicity really is the foundation of beauty.

Janine is currently exhibiting her work in a show called” stick and stones” whose opening was last April 27 at Vivaio Frizzi in Riva del Garda, Italy and it will last until June 22.

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Hi Janine, could you tell us more about you and how did you start with photography?

South African born and raised, my initiation into the world of photography happened much later in life. It was toward the end of my first year at university, as part of my foundation studies in Fine Art, that my latent photographic talents were first discovered. The truth is before that I had never used a camera, and my plans were actually to become a painter. But life’s a peculiar journey.

Where does your inspiration come from?

Nature is my primary muse, but I have many interests including culture, philosophy, religion, and of course art. I am particularly drawn to contemplative, oracular themes with a strong sense of place and essence.

When and why did you decide to turn into a fine art photographer? Do you find fine art to be more in tune with your personality as opposed to work as a commercial photographer?

Oh definitely! The irony is that I have always been a fine art photographer. After graduating however the harsh reality of life as an artist soon forced me into working commercially, and the whole experience was an uncomfortable learning curve. Fortunately when I immigrated to Italy with my husband in 2011 I saw this new start as the perfect opportunity to put the commercial work on the back burner while return to exploring my fine art roots.

Many people are caught in this debate between digital and analogue photography. Does it make any sense to you? What is your medium of choice?

My photographic training at art school was 100% analogue. It was only in the years to follow, particularly with my commercial work, that I began to learn and master digital photography. Analogue photography may intrinsically posses a more traditional quality that for many feels more “artistic”, but the truth is it can’t compete with the instant, cost effective advantages its revolutionary digital brother offers. There’s no right or wrong and I suggest you go with whatever feels right for you.

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You now live in Italy, how do you like it?Was it difficult to adjust to your new life? I am Italian (living abroad) so I would be interested in knowing about Italy from an expat’ s perspective.

Despite the obvious complications of adjusting to a new culture and learning to speak its language, I am so very happy with my new life in Italy. But it’s an emotionally complicated thing to explain why I am happier here than in my native country. Perhaps the most significant change for me has been the sense of freedom and safety I now feel after a lifetime of living in fear. Unfortunately, crime and violence is a reality that everyone must endure living in South Africa; and that life is the one I will never miss.

I see much of your photography is inspired by nature. Could you tell us more about why nature is your favorite subject? Is it perhaps due to your South African roots?

Oh definitely; many South Africans will attribute their love of nature to the memory of growing up in such a naturally vast and beautiful country. I was fortunate to grow up in a quiet farming community just outside of Durban, where I spent most of my youth outdoors exploring, horse-riding and even bird watching. But it was only when I met my husband, who first introduced me to macro photography, that nature became my primary subject. His love for it opened a whole new world to me, and a new chapter in nature photography.

I find your images to have a sort of ‘calming” effect, perhaps due to the minimal , sort of “zen” kind of styling you give to your subject. This seems to go a bit against the tendency I find in much of today’s photography to be “overly styled”. Why did you choose this approach?

The most important mark of a good photographer is their ability to curate well. This is a common mistake I see made by many amateurs; their focus is too often on the image itself and not the bigger picture. In my experience photographs seldom work best alone; their individual expressions often need to form part of a greater vision. In the process of curating my own photography, I always try to convey a sense of balance and unity. This is a personal aesthetic that is usually achieved intuitively. For example, when I play with sequencing my images I will focus on perfecting the flow of one image to another until that moment arrives when the arrangement finally “breathes”. For me, that connection between images is more important than any one individual shot; it’s not about the one, it’s about the many.
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I see many women nowadays are inspired to express themselves through the photography medium and some of them do it with excellent results. Do you think Internet has helped people and women in particular to make their art more accessible and therefore has encouraged them to produce more?

Oh yes, anyone looking to do anything can achieve so much more now with the help of the internet; it’s a mecca of knowledge and inspiration. I think that many more women pursue photography today because it is so accessible and because it’s such a powerful means of personal expression. I love seeing how others choose to share their own journey with photography online; it is super inspiring and it certainly has encouraged me to take my own art to new levels.

If you want to know more about Janine’s work please visit her website/blog and her beautiful galleries. She is also on flickr.

20/52- The morning chaos-

May 20, 2013

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D. I don’t know why he looks so scared, most probably is due to the fact that he doesn’t like so much to be photographed these days
G. ready for nursery with a brand new haircut and his new school bag which he insists on carrying on his shoulders, if only wasn’t bigger than him

I have no alarm clock because I don’t need it. At around 6.30 a little person usually comes to my bed and asks for milk, or if not this one, another one is waiting in his bed most often screaming his hunger from his room. I am a person used to slow wake ups, I need those 15 minutes of gently moving my head around the pillow, stretching my arms , slowly open my eyes and get used to the fact that another day is starting. But since I have kids I am no longer entitled to this little luxury and I am forced to suddenly stand up and running in the attempt to avoid that the still sleeping brother doesn’t get woken up.Then it starts. The morning chaos. A whirlwind of breakfast preparation while trying to calm a crying baby, nappy changing, milk warming, bread toasting or oatmeal stirring. the coffee most often gets cold before I drink it, while precedence goes to teeth brushing, face/hand washing, question answering and “I don’t want to go to school” listening. And then after the school run is over, I suddenly find myself in the most beautiful silence, the living room a battlefield that has left behind pieces of bread, stains and cereals on the table and other traces of their little presence. Their are the traces of our mornings, the moments we share together, just pure raw life. As crazy as it seems I love this morning chaos, I love running with them to school and of course, I love to come back to the most perfect, peaceful haven to finally have my own breakfast and welcome the day ahead.

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May 13, 2013

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D. I can’t remember right now why he was so upset but I certainly caught one of his most frequent poses these days. Perhaps I am failing to understand something, but it feels like he’s going to some kind of “terrible two” phase all over again. Just when I thought it was passed.

G. tasting what I believe is his first ice cream (or maybe not?) anyway I love to see how intent he is while digging in his little cup of chocolate pleasure.

Yesterday was mother’s day and a very busy day for me. I had almost forgotten about it if it wasn’t for this sweet post by Jodi, that really made this day special. I think no word like that quote could better portray my motherhood experience, so I am so glad I found them, and yesterday of all days. We had a nice, full Sunday. I took them to a mall (there is not much more you can do here when outside it’s hotter than hell) with the intention to go to an indoor playground that however was too crowded for my older son’s taste. So we just hang around, looked at the shops and eventually gave us a little treat, a really rare one, an ice cream. It was amazing to see how such a simple morning gave them so much joy. G. was super excited by the whole experience and walked all by himself (we forgot the stroller) gave me his hand , gave his brother a hand and generally behaved very well. Every time I find the thought of spending a whole week end alone with them daunting, I instead find myself dead tired at the end of the day, but happy. There is something special about spending time with them, so I try to let go of any tight schedule or stressful attitude to just observe them. And by observing them I discover so many little things that make up their personality and the way the look at their surroundings. As an expat living in China I have the privilege of being able to afford full time help, which is something extremely common here. Now this can mean two things. One, that you might hand over your kids all day long, a temptation that sometimes it’s hard to resist, or two, you just take advantage of the help you get in the house to really have some quality time with them, something that for many mothers I know, it’s a luxury. Of course, I am not saying that my life is all easy and the sun is shining every day, or that for this I am a better mother (because, believe me I am not, I am just as flawed and full of self doubt as most of the mothers out there) but I acknowledge that in this respect, I don’t have to suffer the pressure that many women in other parts of the world have.
Women who are not able to afford this kind of situation and have to struggle every day with family care, full time jobs, and significant lack of help from their husbands, their community , the Governments. When I read certain articles talking about how “still so many women in Italy give up their careers and by doing this they don’t contribute to the growth of the country” I can’t help to spot hypocrisy and complacency in such words that many times are sadly written by women. Because really, everything seems to be taken into account in such “progressive thinking articles” except the point of view of women and the struggles of their daily lives. It’s something I have been thinking a lot about lately and every time makes me sad and angry. Women who don’t work are still called “lazy” or “old fashioned” or some kind of betrayer of women rights, when in the end we all know reality is different. And it’s not about feminism and failure because the feminism movement gave us so much in terms of rights that by many of us are now taken for granted , but it would be a mistake to think about it in the same terms as it was 30-40 years ago when women situation was different from the current one. So perhaps it’s not really a matter of feminism having failed but of the necessity to rethink feminism in the light of the current struggles women have to face nowadays.
I think about our helper, and I am thankful for the precious help she gives us, but I can’t help but thinking about how does it feel to go out of your home, traveling for thousands of miles to find a job that usually involves taking care of kids that are not your own, while your own are raised by your husband’s parents.This is still very common in China and very much part of the Chinese way of thinking the family regardless of social status, but still, I can’t help but wonder:did she have a choice? doesn’t she miss her kids? When I ask her she just shrugs and says, “that’s what’s need to be done, and I do it. Anyway raising kids is tiring”. I wonder if she would think in the same way if she had the possibility to afford to be with her own children.Perhaps yes.Because raising kids is tiring, at times frustrating, a job full of responsibility that very often has no validation,let alone monetary compensation, but the topic is really too complex to be discussed right now.
I hope to better articulate these thoughts in a separate post,but for now, I just want to renew my mother’s day wishes to all of you out there. Working or not working moms, I hope one day we will not have to struggle with the right of making free choices about who we are and how we want to raise our families, without for this being judged by the same society that in fact does very little to help us .

p.s. this week I loved Eulalie‘s portrait, Bo‘s beautiful eyes, these two adorable little brothers (I have naturally a soft spot for little brothers), Olivia, watching the rain

p.p.s a few links to articles on motherhood I have enjoyed lately: “Feminism and the terrifying dependence of children”, Christy , Larvatus Prodeo.
“Un nuovo concetto di maternita’. la maternita’ puo’ attendere , o no?” , ( Elena Rosci, La 27 ora, Corriere della sera (In Italian), “Manca un nome per un nuovo concetto di maternita’” Patrizia Mainardi, la 27 ora, Corriere della sera, “Why do we call them staying at home mums?”-Jessica Grose on Slate

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May 7, 2013

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A portrait of my children once a week, every week in 2013

I am dead tired tonight, as I start another week that will most probably be very full. I am alone again with the kids for the next ten days, but I am trying not to think too much about it. I have been absent from the blog all of last week since I finally clean up some serious GB on my computer and it seems like I have a very busy week ahead. So apologies for my random posting, I am still dealing with some computer related issues that I hope will be solved soon.

This week I post only one picture, a moment a captured after one of their many fights. This is their way to settle it. A hug and a smile. Like nothing never happened.

Have a good week!

Oh and this week I loved: Asher happy smile, this lovely little face, the composition in these adorable shots

17/52 and the nursery dilemma

April 29, 2013

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D. he recently discovered sunglasses and wears them everywhere even with no sun. How Italian is that?
G. his expression a bit thoughtful on those days he wasn’t feeling very well, we all weren’t feeling well. But everything is over and he started smiling again, for real.

So our wonderful week end is over and until it doesn’t happen actually you don’t realize how good and comforting and healing can be to spend some good quality time with old friends and how much you’ve missed them. I really had the best time with my friends who I hadn’t seen for quite a while and I finally got to know their cute son. I was also amazed to see how easily kids bond, my children and their new friend they instantly hit it off and started to play all sorts of games from peek-a-booh to building blocks while we parents were chatting and catching up on our things. It was truly such a wonderful time and I hope we can get to do it more often now they also live in China, albeit far away from us.
On another note, as you can see I put a title on this post about a topic I am thinking about very often lately. The H. is pushing for our younger son to start nursery school, just for three ours a day but I am still conflicted about it. We saw a Montessori school, right in front of our house and we loved it because it has that kind of “homey’ feeling that I think it’s important to have especially for little ones (my son will be 18 months old at the end of the month) but on the other hand I cannot help asking my self: is it necessary? Wherever I go I read that according to research the best for children this small is to actually be at home and since I don’t have an office job that keeps me faraway from home for long hours I sort of don’t see the point in sending him. On the other hand I think that perhaps he could benefit from a few hours of play time with peers in a nice environment, even if now, he normally goes out and meet with other kids regularly.I am really debating with myself over this thing and cannot come up with a decision. He’s a very happy, friendly , cute boy and I don’t want the experience to have negative effects on him, but I also think that in September/October I am going to give birth to another baby, he will be two years old and by that time the necessity for me to send him might be more pressing so probably it would be best to have him taste what nursery life is before the summer holidays … or maybe not? I really don’t seem to be able to come up with a final decision on this,so I was also hoping in your help. If you happen to read this,please do share your thoughts and help a tormented mummy out :-). I will be thankful.

Week 17: a summary

April 27, 2013

A very quick post today as I am going to be very busy this morning. One of my best friends is coming to visit with her family from Shanghai so I really have to go, but I want to honour my promise to keep my Friday column up, so here’s my little summary of the week. Hope you enjoy it! x

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This week I enjoyed a lot edits quarterly, a sort of online travel notebook,by Ian Coyle with breathtaking pictures.
I loved this new travel site, with its suggestions of stylish places to visit and spots off the beaten path.
I loved Miss Moss pictures from her adventure in Kruger Park, South Africa
Loved to see American photographer Brian Ferry’s home on Sight Unseen (and happy to have discovered a new favorite place online!)
Beautiful portraits of children taken by 14 photographer for the you are my wild project. Childhood is a wonderful subject to document.
back to the classics and reading Virginia Wolf’s “to the lighthouse”
lab’neh recipe from Heidi, inspired me to try again my own (it’s been a long time!). I did it and we loved it!
Rediscovered this album from the Decemberists that brought so many memories of a great time in my life. This song almost makes me cry
Loved these brass pots seen on Pinterest

happy week end!

The Pantry memoirs

April 23, 2013

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“ A word, a taste, a smell trigger memories I never knew I had. It is surprising how dishes can appeal directly to emotions. With food, as with music, you can touch people and make them cry”

Claudia Roden, the food of Spain-Penguin (pg 10)

A few weeks ago I found myself cooking bolognese sauce for my Easter lasagna and I remember I peeked outside of the kitchen window, closed my eyes and thought that if it was only for the smell, I could easily forget that I was in China and for a moment I was transported into my parents’ kitchen.I felt instantly connected to them thinking that six hours later they were probably doing the same thing I was, preparing food for Easter lunch. That’s how powerful smell is, and smell of food in particular. Then the other day I was having a look into my pantry and I noticed how many different ingredients I stocked in there. I never realized the variety, It’s like the United Nations of condiments! I thought it was strange. I am Italian, so I should be cooking mainly Italian food, but then I thought is not, because in fact I am not really only Italian anymore, I am an Italian married to an Israeli who lives in China. It’s like my “Italianity” as already been contaminated. I thought about how much my cooking has changed over the years. I wasn’t born with a cooking gene. Sure I remember afternoons spent in the kitchen watching Maddalena, our “nanny” making cakes, but I was never really that curious or willing to learn. I mainly was there to lick the bowl from the last scraps of batter and to play with my grandfather’s old scale. I always had somebody, aka my mother who is an amazing cook, who prepared food for me, with love. Sometimes I wonder if my mother didn’t teach me on purpose because she didn’t want me to get too engaged with domestic things, I wonder if this was her way to ‘emancipate” us from the kitchen and from the house. When other people used to remark how inept I was at anything domestic, my mom used to tell me, if you are able to get a degree you’ll certainly be able to cook or clean the house, so don’t worry you’ll do it if and when you’ll need to and if you want to. If I think about it now, I couldn’t be more grateful to her for making me aware of the fact that as a woman I should NOT grow up with the idea that this is what women do and perhaps that is why nowadays I love and enjoy cooking without feeling “trapped by the stove”. Cooking started making sense to me only when I had somebody to share my food with.During my University years, my interests and my life couldn’t be further away from the kitchen , during my single/working girl’s years all I managed was to perfect the art of a decent salad and the quiche with spinach and ricotta made from frozen dough. It wasn’t until my husband came into my life that something clicked in me and I started to actually experiment in the kitchen. It was out of love, totally out of love because cooking is and always will be an act of love. Not the only one possible,mind you. Many people are not into it and that;s perfectly fine. But I think I started to cook out of nostalgia, in the attempt to recreate recipes that I loved and my mom wasn’t there to cook for me. And I was lucky because my guy also loves food and together we started to share not only our life together, but also a passion. Sharing was and still is a big part of it. So at the beginning was the simple Italian dishes I knew, baked pasta (pasta al forno) with aubergines, potato cake, sugo alla bolognese, carbonara and so on so forth. I still remember my first culinary successes and the excitement I felt. But now so much has changed. I hardly cook any pasta and my cooking as spiraled into a mix of Chinese/Asian, middle eastern/Italian , sometimes Indian sometimes Japanese mix. It was inevitable but I can’t help but wonder how much this was influenced by the place we live in? Will I be able to recreate these recipes once I’ll leave here? Will this period of my life become yet another nostalgia moment that will inform my cooking? So I decided I wanted to remember what we are eating now in this time of our life, when we were living in China the four of us, what I used to cook for my children and what are the first flavors they tasted and they will remember. Two or three years ago I opened a blog on tumblr which I intended to be focused on food, but since I rapidly understood I could barely manage to keep one blog, the project fell miserably. It’s called “the pantry memoir” and I still like the title very much so I decided this is going to become a new series here on the blog which I hope I’ll be able to update regularly. These days I don’t read many food blogs mostly because I find it very tiring. It seems like there is an endless chase to new trends and to (supposedly) healthier option not to mention visually stunning but often boring food photography.
I feel like while food resources are still widely inaccessible to a vast part of the world population, in the western world we are becoming a bit overly obsessed with food, making eating healthy a privilege of a bunch of few. On the other hand I am an avid cookbook reader and although I recognize much of the cookbooks these days are also a bit of a hype, I still have my favorite which I like to read like I read novels. And among them, Claudia Roden’s books occupy a special place.. I just got “the food of Spain” and I absolutely loved “The book of Jewish food”, which is not only a cook book (without photographs!) but it’s a beautiful tribute to Jewish traditions and heritage. It taught me so much. She is for me everything I am interested in when we talk about food. Not only the current obsession of latest trends and senseless propaganda (no dairies! Gluten is too bad for you!) I love her approach, the anthropological cut that informs her research and her writing, the attachment to the traditions and the importance she stresses to keep traditional food alive for new generations. Because food after all is a part of who we are and we all want to remember at some point, the way we were. These days my choices of food gravitate mostly towards whole and unprocessed foods. I live in China, a place with a fascinating culinary history, but not exactly well known for healthy farming or transparent agricultural practices, so it’s been a challenge ad I am happy to report that things are changing. People are paying more attention to what they eat and as a consequence they demand better quality from their ingredients. I have to admit that one of my favorite past times (which I used to find so frustrating) is going to explore grocery stores in both Shenzhen and Hong Kong searching for new ingredients to try or getting acquainted with new vegetables. It’s definitely a process, which I hope to document here somehow. Do not worry, this blog won’t turn into a food blog, I am not a wannabe chef or recipe developer or anything of the sort, I only have a genuine interest in food and its important role in our health. Now that I have kids I guess I feel even more the commitment to feed them properly. I recently read a post written by Jodi who was very inspiring. What about you? Are you embracing the whole food movement as well and what steps are you taking ? I would love to hear your stories!

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April 22, 2013

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A portrait of my children once a week every week in 2013.

Since I discovered I was expecting again, my camera as you can guess has been relegated to a very marginal role in my life. After our trip to Thailand, I just could not lift my hand and taking a photograph even if you paid me. I was completely unexpired but most of anything tired and as you know quite sick. That’s when the Iphone came in handy, so most of the pictures I snapped in the past two months have been taken with it.After the initial enthusiasm, I am not a regular on Instagram because I find social media to be so damn tiring (sometime I wonder how people keep up with everything) , but still I post some picture here and there. Of course, I could not keep up with this project either, but I am hoping to jump on board again and stay for a while.

I feel time is passing by so quickly. Especially when I look at my younger son, his soft silky locks that soon will have to be cut (it ‘s getting too hot here) . I want to stop the time and enjoy this precious cuteness for as much as I can as this really is a special age. So I am promising to myself that I will use my camera again to take as many pictures of them as I can. Some moments should not go unnoticed. Like these moments of pure genuine fun at the downstairs playground where they meet everyday with dozens of other kids (if the weather allow us) How lucky are we to have this little corner in such a huge, polluted metropolis? Sometimes I wonder, will they remember all this?
This week I loved: the portraits of Oliver e Zoe, Penny biting a lemon, Piper’s glasses, Emon‘s blue eyes