Photography

My own little box of snapshots.

Tilt-shift miniature faking

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By simulating a narrow depth of field and very saturated colours on a photo with an elevated point of view you can make a normal scene look like a small scale model.

I’ve been dying to try these techniques for ages, but I just didn’t have the appropriate images. Until now, that is…

Read more on tilt-shift miniature faking on this wikipedia entry.

My sweet Easter treat

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Helena calls me aunt Patita, knows how to plant the perfect kiss on a cheek, imitates my every gesture - specially dance moves -, bosses everyone around by pointing her little finger, makes faces for the camera, speaks a language of her own and her smiles and giggles are highly contagious. Better than sugar almonds and chocolate eggs, don’t you think?

Na na na na naa!

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Kaiser Chiefs, at Coliseu de Lisboa, yesterday: what a great band, what a great gig, what a great night! I’m in luuuuurve!

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Nelson Cascais Quintet @ Hot Clube

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Five amazing musicians, a cozy little jazz club and a few g&ts in good company made for an excellent night out, despite the stormy weather we had to face to get out there.

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Billy

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Surfer soup

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The weather was glorious on the last Sunday in October. By the end of the afternoon, Carcavelos beach was still crowded. And the sea presented a pattern of little black dots, the silhouettes of surfers floating patiently, waiting waves that were few and far apart. The sea was a surfer soup.

A few snaps of Lisbon before I go

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When I was studying, I used to cruise downtown Lisbon on a daily basis. Nowadays, I don’t go there often anymore. When I needed to go in that direction, a couple of days ago, I decided to take the camera with me, let it dress me as a tourist again, and take some casual snapshots to post here.

It’s amazing how having a camera on your hands can change your attitude so much. Things that have been there since long, had certainly crossed my eyes, but never grabbed my gaze until now.

I assume lots of observant people grasp those colourful details without the need for a purpose. Not me. If I don’t force myself to lookout, my distracted mind will turn my attention inwards and I’m as good as blind.