The Eyes of the World

One day you will wake up and find out that you are the eyes of the world!

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Location: Haslev, Denmark

Monday, November 27, 2006

People you meet at GSC

You meet many different types of people at my job. You meet the old sailor with tattoos all over his body and at least 4-5 names crossed over on his right arm. You meet the young couple that just got their first child and is travelling together for the first time. You meet the businessman who is going to a meeting in Oslo and who booked the biggest 60 square meters suite with Jacuzzi, just for himself. You meet the retard that is travelling together with her helper, and the helper is using all the retards money. You meet the poor backpacker who is in Europe for the first time and is surprised by the prices in the Nordic region. You meet the two girls who are prostitution themselves in the streets in Oslo and come and exchange 25.000 NOK (all in 500 notes). You meet the “normal Family Denmark”, one happy couple, two small children and a teenage girl. You meet banker, the man living on welfare, the policeman and the criminal, the nurse, the doctor and the deadly sick people. At my job you will meet the soldier who came back from Iraq with no hearing but is now travelling around Europe. You meet the man who is throwing his passport from Senegal in the ocean, because he is trying to get illegal into Norway. You meet the scientist, the illiterate man on 50, the cleaning lady and the Accommodation Manager, the bricklayer and the architect, the newlywed and the newly divorced, the man who is cheating on his wife, and the wife who is getting cheated on. You meet Captain and the person who has been working in the engine room for the last 25 years. You meet the Japanese group of tourist and the guides. You meet everyone in the Guest Service Centre. The people I have described here are the people I have talked with the last month.

Yesterday one of “guest” died. He was 55 years old and had had many blood clots in his Life; this was going to be his last trip with his wife. Only 15 min. after we have sailed out from CPH the wife come down to me and tell me that her husband feels sick. Two hours later he was dead and we were performing CPR on him, we even sailed the ship into land to get a doctor to look at him.
Yet another story from my Life. Another person who just came shortly into my Life and left fast again.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

The Future of photojournalism:

A picture, an image, a photo, a print and a shot, they have all developed. They have moved presidents, started wars and riots, and created peace and Love.


An image stops the present and carries it into the future. An image taken in the past can be present and even future.


Photography is to let one single eye share what it sees with thousands of other eyes.


This is a Manifest of the future of photo journalism.


Photojournalism has for too long been a “pop-word” that has had it stars, but lost more and more of its meaning. Photojournalism is take describe a story, to tell a story, to share the world through as many means as possible. Photojournalism is the art of throwing many balls in the air and let them float in a perfect pattern.


I have written eight points that all together marks out the Future of Photojournalism:


1) The World Wide Web is created only few years ago and long after the invention of the photography. The television changed the way that photographer looked at themselves, especially in the area of photojournalism, now they have to do it again. The world is moving so fast and if you are not on the train now, you will fall far behind. Podcast, webcams, blogs is just some of the ways. A photo is always combined with a story, the story has to be told before the photo makes the perfect pattern and that is where the internet is a big help. The long personal and subjective stories can be told there, stories there cannot be told in magazines and newspapers. With the World Wide Web, the photojournalist can reach around the whole world with the images he finds the best, and not the images that the photo editor finds the best.

2) Unfortunately black and white photos has been seen as the greatest way to make a picture more “deep”, “sophisticated” or “artistic”. The trend is especially clear from war zones and catastrophic areas, where the blood and tears are floating.

The world is seen and lived in colours, therefore a photo should also be in colours. It is often too easy for a photographer to think in black & white, because it moves one layer away from the story. If one wants a black & white picture, then find the scenario where the colours are black & white. Piccasso, Matisse, Van Gogh were all great artist because they knew how to combine colours perfectly so they became a candy for the eye. Likewise must the photojournalist do, combine the colours to make it look perfect. It is not an easy task and it shouldn’t be.

3) Robert Capa lost many of his pictures from the D-Day because of human failure. The mistake could not have happened in a modern world today. He would have been shooting with digital and there would have been plenty of ways to make a “back-up” of the pictures. The digital world makes it “safer” to take the good picture. You can take plenty of them, see them at the same time and edit them on the battlefield. Still we have to remember one thing. The reason why Capa’s pictures from the D-Day are so amazing is because they are authentic. They are slightly out of focus.

Photoshop has done too much damage to the Good Photographer, now one can be a semi-good, maybe just daring, photographer and spend 2 hours taking the pictures and 3 hours making them look good. The dangerous aspect of editing the pictures is: Where do we stop. When does the photojournalism become a way of “propaganda” and not reality anymore?

The times they are changing and we have to follow the change, still we don’t have to destroy the art. Da Vinci didn’t spend 10 hours painting Mona Lisa and afterwards 10 hours editing her on a computer. Photojournalism is reality without a cover.


4) Everyone has easy access to cameras today. In the cell phone or in the pocket, everyone can take a picture at any time today. So, what makes photojournalists special? Why should they have license to “shoot”? Skills and talent is one thing, another thing is knowledge. You cannot be a journalist in three years; it takes knowledge about one area. In today’s globalize world a photojournalist should know what he is taking pictures of. A photojournalist tells a story with the images he takes, hence he should know the story he is describing. Reading a book about the Middleeast, China or Central America doesn’t make you into an expert. Living in the country, speaking the languages, knowing the religion and cultures makes a photojournalist knowledgeable enough to describe the stories.

A photojournalist has a lot of power and the power should be used with thought. A photojournalist is not only responsible for a lot of newspapers should be sold; furthermore he is responsible for the people which story he is describing.


5) A photojournalist is not only taking one picture for the newspaper. He or she is describing a story. An image needs a story, small or big, that doesn’t matter, as long as it is a story. There is always more than one layer to a story; therefore the stories in the story should be taken as well.

6) It is no secret that opposite attracts. If a person or a place looks exotic or different from our own college, then it is interesting and fascinating. The challenge for the photojournalist is not to go to “The heart of Darkness” and take a good picture, the challenge is to go to next door and take the good and interesting picture. To show the differences in our neighbour, however also to show the similarities in the people living far away.

7) Neutral in action but not in expression. This line should be the only rule for a photojournalist. The photographer should not try to prevent what he sees; he should just be the fly on the world. However, a objective journalist doesn’t have a story to tell. Photojournalist must be subjective, because as I wrote earlier, they are knowledgeable about the subject and they don’t edit too much in the pictures. They must be subject because they have seen the things happen, they know the past and they show the pictures of what happened in the moment. The media, and especially the photojournalists, should be the reminder to all politicians and criminals that someone is watching them.

8) A photojournalist should be able to challenge him/herself all the time. A photojournalist tries to understand the society and is not afraid of taking great risks. A photojournalist should be able to take pictures from a war zone one week and the next week he or she should be able to take pictures from a modelling show in Rome or from a kindergarten in Bergen. It is a challenge not always to take the same pictures; a photojournalist must take this challenge and in that way develop him or herself.


This maybe sound like an impossible manifest to live up to, no one is so good. Still, the world needs the few and the best for such a job as photojournalism. The fast and short news are a lot more popular today and the photojournalist has to show the alternative, has to show the long and complicated story. And he or she has to be the best in doing there. A photojournalist is a lone person.

Royal

What does Finland, Chile, Liberia, New Zealand , The Philippines and Lativa has in common? They are all a part of a little club that Denmark and France might soon join. The election in France yesterday were the socialist decided to get Royal in is just another prove that the women are wining all over the world. This all reminds me of the "Women's week" we had at the college.
Some religions, cultures, countries and people always like to portray themself as victims, instead of fighting for the change - or just move on and accept that the times are changing. I think that more and more women, especially in politics, has decided to fight the dogmas and move on. Instead of screaming about equality, they have fought their way to it, like every man would do if he wanted to be the President in France.
I am a bit tired of women in the Nordic region screaming about equal rights, when a lot of women in the third world don't even have half of the women in the Nordic region when it comes to rights. I think that the women in Denmark has made it very far, and now they have equal opportunities - which is a lot more important than equal rights.
A final note, tomorrow, the 19th of November, is the International Men's Day.

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Talking about elections... Ortega won in Nicaragua, yet another leftist (or at least former revoluntinary leftist) in charge of a Latin American country. It is going to be interesting to see where Kirchner is going to be in the next years to come, Lula won just enough votes to stay in power. The man that Chavez supported in Peru didn't win and in Ecuador Noboa and Correa doesn't seems like people who wants to go "extreme" left like in Bolivia, Venezuela or Cuba. I don't think that Simon Bolivar's - and now Hugo Chavez's - dream of a "pan-americana" is going to be reality. I don't think that ALBA has much a change, in oposition to FTAA/ALCA . I hope and believe that the way Chile has been runing the last couple of years, together with a mix of Lula ideas would make the future for South America.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Got this one from Mattia...

http://kevan.org/johari?name=MQF

Chau!

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Impossible to have a World Hamlet

It is a proven fact that there are more people on the earth now, than people who has died throughout history. That means that it would be impossible for the earths population to play Hamlet, there simply wouldn't be sculls enough.

I was at a great party two days ago. It was with four of the people that I crossed the Atlantic with, four people that I haven't seen for quite a while. We started out with some nice red wine, made a nice pizza and drank a beer while doing that. We drank rum&coke to the dinner and some light white wine for desert.
Then we went to Christiania, at Loppen, were one of my friends friends had his birthday party. A quite famous band came there to play, even though there was no more than a hundred people there. I tasted the grass and drank some beers....and much more I dont remember.

One of my first memories is Denmark winning the European Championship in 1992. That's a pretty "late" memory.... I also remember other things from before that, however I mostly remember it because I have seen pictures and films from it. What I dislike about memories is that most of them are "created" memories. What I mean is that most of the things I remember is based on photos, writings, films, or most of the time, from talking with friends. Of course I also have "clean" memories, but they are primarily from my own inner feelings (and then still, I have written most of my feelings down my whole Life).

I went running again today. Dunno if you remember, but I have this bet with AK about a race in the spring. If I can run X km at some point in the spring, then she will give me a crate of beers...I am really praticing a lot for that. Nevertheless, I still find runing EXTREMELY boring...and also rather useless.

My parents asked me yesterday to make a wishlist for Christmas and my birthday....I couldn't come up with anything I need. Actually quite a nice feeling to know that I don't miss anything (that being materials only!). Okay, I would always like to get books....however, the books I can buy much cheaper myself from different contacts. I would also like to own some Danish design, but I can also get that much cheaper.... So this Christmas is going to be a more or less "gift free" Christmas.

I have entered the "famous" Facebook.com world...and damn, I feel nerdy in there. I still don't get the "Poke" thing. I haven't found out what to write - and what not to write - on the walls. I mostly think it is a place to take care of one's ego, still that is also pretty neat sometimes.

My mother asked me if I wants to go to Cuba with her in March. So, Fidel C. if you read this: Please stay alive until then!!!!

Monday, November 06, 2006

My Pathetic Life as Popeye

I am still on the ship. Still working. It is quite interesting how nordics at the college were the "rich spoiled brats", and now most of the nordics have to work to survive in their own countries. Due to the simple fact that "we" come from a wealthy country we have even more difficult to get scholarships to the state. So, most student has to work for a year and save up money, before they go to the university.

The whole ship is getting decorated these days. There is only on one month and 18 days until Christmas so we are already starting the special "Christmas Dinners" etc. Damn, I really dislike Christmas.

I went to a "conference" with Klaus about studying abroad. The colleges were from France, Holland and then some few from the UK and the states. I have thought about applying for Goldsmith in London, they have a really good "Media and Communication" course there that I would like to try out...soooo, I have to start with UCAS again :-(
They told me that I should start writing a blog and publish some of my pictures so they could see what I have done until now, so I have to get started with uploading all my old articles (mostly written in Danish). I have also done this page as a first draft for a "photo page":
http://madsfred.googlepages.com
On the page you can see some of the pictures I have taken...also from my "dear" ship :-)

Klaus and I will most likely move in together from the 1st of march 2007. It of course all depends on what univeristy I get accepted to. My plans change everyday, so let's see where I am tomorrow.

Ortega is wining in Nicaragua, yet another left-turn in Latin America....

Btw, I am writing on a Manifest on Photography...just wait and see, it will be on your blog in the near future!

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

The pathway to truth

The wayfarer,
Perceiving the pathway to truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
It was thickly grown with weeds.
"Ha," he said,"
I see that none has passed here
In a long time.
"Later he saw that each weed
Was a singular knife.
"Well," he mumbled at last,
"Doubtless there are other roads."