Wide Open Streets Workshop: Street photography workshop scholarship

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NPPA Images teaser

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Silong: A fund drive for the benefit of the children of Mt. Pulag

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Breathing new life to Escolta

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Reportage with a Fujifilm X100

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ONGOING photojournalism workshop

http://www.pcp.ph/2012/10/08/7th-pcp-photojournalism-workshop/ ... http://p.ost.im/p/dAwche

@The Japanese Camera Hunter

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Unseen but Captured

A Call for Participants: December 8-9 2012"UNSEEN but CAPTURED"A street photography workshop by Luis Li ... http://p.ost.im/p/dAtqGY

Recto Ave. Cor. Morayta

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Hot Summer day

Buendia 2012 ... http://p.ost.im/p/dSduE4

Neil Young is God

For Neil Young, the Sixties never ended. The music, memories and changes haunt his best songs and records like ... http://p.ost.im/p/dBUPYJ

La Oscuridad Noir

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New Hero 3

Quite an impressive evolution of the Go Pro ... http://p.ost.im/p/dB57nw

Paracale Gold

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Joel Meyerowitz: Master Street Photographer

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November 8 ,2012

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Los Oscuridad

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Family time

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CONECTADOS MANILA

CONECTADOS will be co-curated by Cesar Caballero, Spanish artist residing in the Philippines, and Kenneth Esgue ... http://p.ost.im/p/dkaURT

Canonet crossroads…

So ,,,like i said, I was on my way to meet Jason Guttierez, a former of ... http://p.ost.im/p/dk9XXJ

What’s in your Bag? (SP mode)

Whenever i go out as a street photographer, I try to just lug two small ... http://p.ost.im/p/dkHhVA

Gassho…my dear friend

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Where’s your war?

Quiapo ManilaQuiapo, Manila ... http://p.ost.im/p/dkQBQr

What’s cooking?

Whats cookin? ... http://p.ost.im/p/dk4F6k

Ai Wei Wei on Gangnam

21 members of the Chinese Government didnt like seeing Ai Weiwei dance ... http://p.ost.im/p/dk9QBn

City of Angels @ Lent

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SIngles from my Website

Rollover the cursor at the bottom of the interface to play, pause or stop the slideshow and the audio background. For full screen display…click on the lower right corner icon An unending stream of an eclectic selection of Images taken during various out of town assignments and personal projects. A mixture of Documentary, , Photojournalism, and Street Photography works

Mendiola_brutal

Mendiola_brutal, originally uploaded by pitikbulag.

Aug. 19 Mendiola Rally: brutality and media harassment.

From Tony..

A snap from my friend Tony Remington during our photo outreach to Sitio Magdalena in Manila.A great photographer and friend, Tony is the real Film and digital renaissance man.

"Quiapo, Metro-Manila. Photographers Brennen whom i only recently met (LX3 man), and legendary Philippine photojournalist, my old buddy, that scumbag Luis Liwanag.

Just kidding about the scumbag part, it's really great to see Luis again. he's always great to talk too. he's the real deal."

Black Nazarene V.2009

The Mendiola Narratives

The Cats in the Cradle

My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you dad
You know I'm gonna be like you"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home dad?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

My son turned ten just the other day
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
Can you teach me to throw", I said "Not today
I got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok"
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah
You know I'm gonna be like him"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

Well, he came home from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head and said with a smile
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please?"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

I've long since retired, my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"

And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

Help me find this guy....

I am writing this sentence. Well, actually, I'm typing it. Not very efficiently I might add. I never really formally learned to type. I usually use just 3 fingers on each hand, it feels a bit awkward, I can feel a little struggle, but it works for me. Yep... So... why am I talking about this nonsense? Simple, I thought I'd take a little exercise in writing, er... typing. It's been ages since I've done this, or at least, wanted to do this. To be honest, I am forcing myself a bit, pushing in some effort where my body refuses to naturally flow it. This is a filler sentence.

I used to be passionate about blogging, I'd take the time to remember all the interesting points of my day and try to talk about it as wittily as possible. So yeah I mentioned passion, well passion's gone friends. Not just for blogging, or writing, or anything for that matter. I've lost passion for everything. I've become... a zombie if you will, wake up, get on the computer, do mindless things, kill time. Do I enjoy it? Yes, to an extent, it entertains me, keeps me "happy". Hell, I don't even go to school, or work, or do anything productive, I just leech off of my hardworking mother. She doesn't even know that I haven't been to school in about a year. I'm a great liar like that. She'll eventually find out the truth, I'll probably get kicked out of my house and I would most likely just kill myself. "ZOMG WHY!?!?", you ask? Well, the easy answer is, I've given up on life, on living, on all this good stuff. I just drift on day to day without purpose, yep that's what I'm doing. You see, people usually have this thing that gets them through life, I think it was called ambition... Or was it dreams... No that's kinda homo, let's just call it... a metaphorical fire under their ass. Mine went out a while ago, so here I am sitting in a pile of ashes rotting. Ooooh, I just deleted a couple sentences that were supposed to be here. Hehe, they were garbage anyway, a forced attempt at being witty/smart/funny you know, the things the ladies like. Man, I've failed, I've gotten bored of typing. I thought that maybe if I tried hard enough, I could get a little something going on and just throw all my garbage issues out in the form of digital letters and be cured of my lack of everything. Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla.

I found this rant in a blog on livejournal written on 5/27/2008. Waht an emotional pierce of work...it reveals a lot about what this guy is going through... I've been there, and i've done these things... I feel a lot like him..I hope he eventually goes home to find himself..

This is a piece written by somebody who is lost...He lives with his mom somewhere in California. Please help me find him...he can still learn a lot...from us from his brotyher and his little sister....

He is my long-lost son...Lyle If you know him , pls. tell him we are here.

Tomorrow is the end of the world

I remember that when i was young and I used read comic books, i always see an illustration of soomsdat pr and we should all be scared.....but if you see signs That read " Even Good Guys Do BAD THINGS" then it could be worse

Luis by Harold Buck Pago

just this image

The woman with the R2M

Aperture 2.1

I have been very excited to use Apple's aperture for a long time since hearing about it, but when i tried the version 1.5, I was turned off.The learning curve was too much for me and i found the interface not too intuitive. When i used Adobe's Lightroom for the first time...I got hooked. The workflow was perfect for me, and I found it very easy to import images from my cf card, rate my photos, and quickly batch edit the images for exporting to my target sizes and burning it for submission to my clients.Color corrections and global enhancements was a breeze. The Aperture program just lay there on my hard disk like a fat lazy something...when the 2,0,1 came out I installed the 30-day demo version and renamed my licensed version. I started enjoying it more because it adopted my favorite tool, Lightroom's vignette, highlight recovery, etc.

When I stumbled on the featured video of Nat Geo's Jim Richardson explaining his workflow using Aperture... i was really amazed! I didn't realize that it was the tool I'll ever need in doing photo stories. i will be using it more from now on.. especially since the 2.1 version came pre-installed with a dodge and burn" plugin...Awesome!!

A food chain

A cat patiently waits for a share of the food that a street kid had foraged from the trash.

the fields

When I was a kid, i always looked forward to the afternoons when after school, my neighbors would play "agawan base", hide and seek, camping and all konds of games inside a vacant lot in front of our house in Quezon City.There we hid among the talahib... ran after hundreds of dragonflies, and made small huts where we lit-up bonfires and exchanged tall tales with the elders. The vacant lot was a paradise filled with Santol, guava,Avocado, star apple, Aratilis and other fruit-bearing trees. It was really fun while it lasted.We soon grew up and the other kids slowly vanished as more and more of the neighbors started moving elsewhere.That was yesterday
Today, I spent a few days in Iloilo city on a documentary assignment, I came across this kids playing near the sea. I learned that every afternoon, they would play in this patch of land by the sea, a virtual fishpond for the community,,, sadly in a few months , if conditions permit, a huge coal-fired power plant would take it's place... right beside the existing Diesel power plant in the far background. Soon after the kids happy memories of their childhood will be wiped out by dark clouds of dirty coal exhausts and toxic heavy metal by-products of the future.

"So real"

Images of the daily life of the people living in Happy Lnd in Tondo Manila and a patch of land called "Ulingan" where they make charcoal from scrap wood salvaged from the adjacent garbage dump. The landscape may be surreal but the faces and the smiles are real.

South Cotabato: Hot Days, cold nights

I spent a few days in North and South Cotabato chasing KC Concepcion, US Ambassador Kenney, and the MILF brothers.Being a predominantly muslim province, I literally spent cold nights inside my hotel hugging my cameras for company. The days were really hot and humid . I ate a lot of Deep-fried Dalag with rice and Tolang dalag for breakfast and fresh kinilaw na isda, seaweeds, shrimp and sometimes fat crabs for lunch.The MILF politburo on the other hand never failed to bathe us in piping-hot native brewed coffee even under that raging hot sun.

The WIld Wild West

About two decades ago, these children playing without a care in the world wouldn't have been possible. These kids live in a mining community on Mt. Diwalwal which in the not too distant pasr was populated by denizens of the underworld, lost commands, and anybody who in some way have lost their will to live among us and chose to search for gold elsewhere. In the 1980's a gold rush in Mt. Diwalwal gave birth to a town where guns and gold ruled. Gun duels were everyday fare and the death toll kept rising. It was a survival of the fittest.
Today , there is peace and women and children need not live in fear.There is a schoolhouse. a health center, and an economy built on gold revenues.
The only real problem is with iver a 100,000 population and without a real eco-government policy, Mt.Diwalwal might soon become an ecological nightmare.

Quiapo Sunday

Fresh vegetables for a salad, DVD's for an afternoon couch potato session. I found "I 'm Not There".A really good movie about and not about Bob Dylan's life and works.

Lumix in the streets

At first I was so frustrated because my timing was off...the shutter took a longer time to capture the images as I walked the streets of Quiapo. After a while...the world around me seemed to slow down as I reversed the process. I remembered the movie "Matrix" as I consciously weaved in and out of the hustle and bustle that was Quiapo. As my sweat began to break so did my fear. This camera is fantastic!!!! Very stealthy because it makes no shutter sound at all, the body is all black and the lens has a HUGE opening at f2.0-2.4 and with the 28-90 mm Leica Vario-Summicron lens...the DMC LC-1 is perfect for street photography.hehehehe I found a jewel at last. But of course...the little M4 on my other shoulder is still the king!

A Slice of Life

Christmas Past

I ususally hate when Christmas comes... for so many reasons that I can't pin down. But if you really want to feel the spirit, look around you and give...anything. Giving makes us see those subtle signs of happiness.

The RF gang

Rangefinder cameras: a perfect companion for shooting the streets.
(L-R) Leica 1G (loaned from Angie De Silva, Leica m4-2, Fed-3 , Fed-2, Zorki-4K

WHERE IS THE LINE?

Row four images #01

Langistik Man: A protester attempts to put a comic twist to the already twisted economics of skyrocketing prices of fossil fuel.


NO TO OIL PRICE HIKE: The militant women join the protest



DEEP "TOTS" .This young child learns the realities of life from the protesting public utility drivers.

Coming Soon: ROW 4 Images

It's been quite a while since I have last posted new images on this blog directly.I got bitten by the multiply fever and then the facebook apps. Nothing beats this blog, it's quiet and has an air of calmness to it.
I noticed that when you make some small adjustments in multiply and facebook...the whole world is roused from sleep.

The good news is, I have gone back to school to learn about photojournalism.

One score and seven years ago...I was hurled into photojournalism because I needed to work and be the breadwinner of the family.Photography was the only other skill I know next to drawing editorial cartoons that I felt would be a good dayjob. I (was) am really passionate and obsessed with photography and I felt that I can really visualize and present my ideas better with photographic images than I can with my drawings. Not that my drawing sucks but I am not really the better artist at home...my younger sister is.

It was the heyday of picture agencies and photojournalism...The Marcos regime was on the very edge of collapse.One breaking news led to another in a vicious whirlpool which sucked my tender years,until it spewed me out like a projectile into the present.

My kids have grown up to be emerging artists too and I realize that I have nothing concrete and structured to teach them...only experiential knowledge.

Looking back, I know I have learned the ropes of photojournalism out in the streets, infron and behind the picketlines, up on the hills, and deep in the urban ghettoes. It's time to go back to school, wipeout my pre-conceived notions, and start with a clean slate.

Photojournalism, it's responsibilities and moral obligations have evolved a lot. I am positive that I will relearn it with got a timely scholarship from the Asian Center for Journalism which works closely with the World Press Photo.

In the next postings, you will see the output of a year of my studies via online and on-campus learning sessions.

Hopefully, this won't be a view from the fourth row.

Mere propagenda or truth?

Is this truth or mere Propaganda?

Link

inside the dressing room:Amazing Beauties 2007

details will follow....