Hong Kong. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

"The future is already here," says Mr. Gibson, "it's just not very evenly distributed." Pure brilliance, of course, but reverse-engineer it and this holds equally true when observing the past: spotty and unevenly mapped, yet very much still here, solidified into time-glaciers receded into the crevices of Hong Kong like some sort of time-fjords of past one can navigate equipped with only a good pair of sneakers as a powerful time machine.

Istanbul. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge

There are the 12 usual signs of the zodiac, of course—Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius and, finally, Pisces—and little did I know about the other, hidden signs. The incomprehensible, mysterious ones, carried by chosen people living eternal lives in the oldest cities of the world.

Then, one day, I met a man born under the sign of The Dark Side of the Moon.

Hong Kong. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Hong Kong. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Hong Kong. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Ana, Café Charlottenborg, Copenhagen. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Khao Lak, Phang Nga province, Thailand. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Khao Lak, Phang Nga province, Thailand. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Transylvania. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Khao Lak, Phang Nga province, Thailand. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Singapore. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Khao Lak, Phang Nga province, Thailand. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Digitally speaking—if you'll excuse my lexical cruelty—in a world of app stores and game console wars, of crashing satellites and getting photos sent directly from Mars to your phone, of hysterical Facebook addiction and Twitter lunch menu broadcasts, this kid is Mowgli.

Singapore. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

“Home is not where you live, but where they understand you," it's said.

Singapore. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Hua Hin © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Get ready, we're leaving at midnight, controls are set to years and years ago. We'll fire up the neons in the dark to lure regrets closer and hunt the brightest, most beautiful ones with iron harpoons. Drag them ashore back to the present and kill them with knives. We'll sell their skins to the best listener.

Marrakech. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

I am fascinated by those lonely men taking care, without any help from anyone else, of the remote places where this world ends and the other world begins. Half guardians, half stalkers, priest-thieves of the Zone¹ where strange happenings occur, they'll watch but won't tell when you pass by that you're a mere mortal in the land of inexplicable.

See also The last guardian of the world, over the last of the seas.

¹ I'm talking about Strugatsky brothers' Roadside Picnic and Tarkovsky's Stalker.

Edinburgh © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.

— Albert Einstein.

Marrakech. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Hua Hin. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Monte Carlo © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Marrakech. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Copenhagen. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Copenhagen. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Baia Mare, Transylvania. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Anyway.

There are 66 books in the Bible—editor needed. 66 is a sphenic number, a triangular number, a hexagonal number, and a semi-meandric number—obviously. The atomic number of dysprosium is 66, if you love lanthanides—I adore lanthanides. The international dialing code for Thailand is 66—hi there, Bradut! In his Sonnet 66 Shakespeare criticizes three things: general unfairness of life—check, societal immorality—check, and oppressive government—crummy not oppressive, Mr. Shakespeare. Just crummy.

Tuscany. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Tuscany. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Copenhagen. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Regret is like the view from under the brim of a stylish hat that fits perfectly: picture it like a voluptuous slow scene from a Wong Kar-wei movie, barely spoken—in Cantonese with English subtitles.

Regret is like an old rock ballad's vinyl release—and I'm talking about that very rare Japanese mono edition—, like that black and white photograph with a lost man and a lost cat in a big city, or the thought about those first notes of autumn scent detectable in the evening air.

Regret takes years of careful preparations and should never be left to amateurs.

Copenhagen. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

There must be some sort of self-destructive mechanism buried in the minds of men, linking this subtly bizarro shop window in central Bucharest with Charles Bukowski's — probably inebriated — words:

the thought has occurred to millions of men
while shaving
the removal of life might be preferred to
the removal of hair

But then again, Bukowski died of leukemia.

Baia Mare. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Bucharest © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Marrakech. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Marrakech. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Marrakech. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Marrakech. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Edinburgh. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Transylvania. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Edinburgh. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Transylvania. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Shanghai. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Bucharest © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Berlin. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Shanghai. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Shanghai © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Firenze. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Singapore. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Singapore. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Singapore. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Cambodia. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Hua Hin, Thailand. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Street, Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Phuket. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Phuket, Thailand. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Brandient office, Bucharest, 2008. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Bucharest, 2008. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Amusement park, Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Trinity: How much like it? Was it the same cat?
Neo: It might have been. I'm not sure.

Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Burj Khalifa, Dubai. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Street, Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Phuket. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Baia Mare, Transylvania. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Central Fire Station, Singapore. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Playing with TiltShiftGen iPhone app. Cute.

Tuscany. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Street, Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Singapore. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Wikipedia entry on Edgar Allan Poe's poem:

The narrator reasons that the bird learned the word ”Nevermore” from some ”unhappy master” and that it is the only word it knows.

On the other hand(mythology),

In the Talmud, the raven is described as having been only one of three beings on Noah's Ark that copulated during the flood and so was punished.

Uh.

Ok. Well, I'm asking: could that "unhappy master" been old Noah? Just asking.

Tuscany. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Street, Florence. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Street, Shanghai. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Toscana, Italy. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Shanghai. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Dongtai Lu, Shanghai. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Mao memorabilia seems quite an industry in China: from replicas (I presume) of the Little Red Book to posters and statues.

Shanghai's Pudong as seen from the top of the Hyatt on the Bund. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Zhouzhuang, China. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

87 kilometres west of Shanghai and 900 years old, Zhouzhuang is the most famous water town in China—being called the "Venice of the East," makes this woman the local equivalent of a gondolier.

Dongtai Lu Antique Market, Shanghai. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Street, Firenze. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Store window, Monte Carlo. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Hotel, Monte Carlo. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Monte Carlo. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Street, Firenze. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

We put a lord next to the lord so you can pray while you pray.

The Dome at night, Firenze. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Toscana, Italy. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Duomo, Siena, Italy. Crop. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Firenze, Italy. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Duomo, Siena, Italy. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Toscana, Italy. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

You did spot the devil, I hope.

Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Street, Siem Reap, Cambodia. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Baia Mare, Transylvania. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Store window, Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Street, Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Camargue, France. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

I found the title in a Leonard Cohen's novel from 1966. Here is the paragraph—you'll see why it stuck.

The telephones kept their steady black, the one stable shape in the shifting gloom. They hung there like carved masks, black, gleaming, smooth as the toes of kissed stone R.C. saints. We were sucking each other's fingers, slightly frightened now, like children pulling at lollipops during the car chase. And then one of the telephones rang! It rang just once. I am always startled when a pay phone rings. It is so imperial and forlorn, like the best poem of a minor poet, like King Michael saying goodbye to Communist Romania, like a message in a floating bottle which begins: If anyone finds this, know that —

—Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers.

Old building, Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Dubai. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

You might also want to take a look at the previous episode from the "Metropolis features special effects and set designs that still impress modern audiences" series.

Singapore. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Angkor, Cambodia. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Street, Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Angkor temple, Cambodia. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Street, Bangkok. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Near Angkor Wat, Cambodia. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Street, Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Monte Carlo. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Camargue, France. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Camargue, France. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Street, Baia Mare, Transylvania. © Cristian Kit Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Airport, Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Store window, Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Singapore. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Siem Reap river, Cambodia. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Siem Reap, Cambodia. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click to enlarge.

Park alley, Baia Mare, Transylvania. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Berlin. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Store window, Berlin. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge

Store window, Berlin. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Angkor, Cambodia. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Football stadium, Baia Mare, Transylvania. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Football stadium, Baia Mare, Transylvania. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Football is the king of the sports because it expresses the human nature.

Through the train window, Berlin. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Siem Reap, Cambodia. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click to enlarge.

Ana, Edinburgh. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Patong, Phuket. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Thor, Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Thor's therapy sessions show little progress.

Street, Bangkok. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click to enlarge.

Chong Khneas, the floating village of Siem Reap river, Cambodia. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. ✛ Click to enlarge.

Baia Mare, Transylvania. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Old habits die hard in Transylvania — and that should be taken kinda fucking literally. Exactly. So, please bear with this OCD urge we cannot resist: impaling somebody (or at least something) once in a while. No big deal — and respecting tradition is a beautiful thing. Besides, you do not want to mess with us.

Chong Khneas, the floating village of Siem Reap river, Cambodia. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Auberge, Camargue. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

See also the previous installment.

Downtown Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

It's a new religion.

Surin Beach, Phuket. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Eugen, office, Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

The one and only Mr. E, who put the 'king' in shocking.

Street, Bangkok. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

The bus passed by me slowly—like a boat floating on a sea of dreams—run by a peculiar engine of people falling in and out of sleep. Aboard she was the only one completely awake and she looked straight at me—both of us, thereby, staring at a ghost.

Angkor, Cambodia. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

"Anger is damage, anger is waste" is a Khmer saying.

Through the windshield, Romania. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

See also Intense belief in an afterlife I.

Street, Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Street, Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Bangkok. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Road, Romania. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Update: See also Intense belief in an afterlife II.

Apartment block's stairway, Bucharest. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Auberge, Camargue. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

If you like this one, see the other jardinière also: Foreverness tastes like today.

Exhibition, Arles. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Arles. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Auberge, Camargue. © Cristian ·Kit· Paul. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Store window, Baia Mare, Transylvania. Sign reads "Clocks for sale". Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Straw hat forgotten in a parking lot, Brașov, Transylvania. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Camargue. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Port of Fontvieille, Monte Carlo. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Street, Bucharest. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Street, Bucharest. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Clarke Quay, Singapore. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Bucharest, 2010. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Out of the window, Bucharest. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Out of the window, Bucharest. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Taken with a Polaroid Land Model 350 camera, probably manufactured before I was born (the 350 was produced from 1969 until 1971). The camera was cheap, around €50 at the flea market—it's the the batteries and the film that cost a fortune.

Museum, Berlin. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Ana and Carolin, S-Bahn, Berlin. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Baia Mare, Transylvania. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Building façade, Bucharest. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Storm coming during rainy season, Koh Samui. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Storm, Koh Samui. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Storm, Koh Samui. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Some of the land on the horizon is the World President's newest home, Koh Phangan island.

Store window, Baia Mare, Transylvania. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Old building, Bucharest. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

What? I don't like Mondays.

Cloister of Saint Trophimus, Arles. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Street, Monte Carlo. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Punctum, first issue, cover.

I think Cosmin Bumbuț first talked to me about this project—an art photography magazine—long ago, but then, during our February and March meetings this year he seem determined to really pull it off.

But that wasn't the first chapter of the project though, because Punctum¹ started as an internet forum five years ago. After the forum's demise, from November 2006 until July 2007 Punctum resurfaced as an on-line magazine. It was discontinued after 3 issues.

Now Punctum starts again—in a new league this time—as a printed trimestrial magazine with an initial print run of 2000. Its focus will be on photography as an art, featuring photography work and artist portfolios while avoiding the technical and hardware sides. A significant detail: the magazine's policy specifies that all contributions will be paid.

With editor Cosmin Bumbuţ bringing aboard collaborators like Alex Gâlmeanu, Voicu Bojan, Gicu Şerban and Elena Stancu, the magazine has enough endorsement to hit the ground running. Young publishing designer Raymond Bobar takes care of Punctum's layout.

Punctum, first issue, inside.

In the first issue: photographers Hajdu Tamás, Alexandru Tomescu, Ikuru Kuwajima, Brooks Jensen and an article on Carol Szathmari by Alex Gâlmeanu.

In stores from November 30. Godspeed!

¹ In his 1980 book Camera Lucida, the French literary critic Roland Barthes develops the twin concepts of studium and punctum: studium denoting the cultural, linguistic, and political interpretation of a photograph, punctum denoting the wounding, personally touching detail which establishes a direct relationship with the object or person within it. —From Camera Lucida entry on Wikipedia.

Parc des Ateliers, Arles. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

This mural in Arles is so weird and cool — it should be featured in 50 Most Stunning Wall Murals sort of collections.

Street, Saintes-Maries de la Mer, Camargue. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

First frame of a roll of film—this dog hopelessly pulling away in his leash, squeezed between the wall and the shadow, trying to escape the void absorbing him. Stuck, stuck, stuck forever.

Street, Arles. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

What a draining year. So uphill. So tired.

Monte Carlo. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Just like high pressure and high temperature turns carbon rubble into an eternal diamond, that day the colossal weight of the concrete and the scorching hot air forced euphoria transmute into a crystal-clear unbreakably-hard gem of perfect alienation.

Camargue, France. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Camargue, France. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

I stand at the window and look at the sea
Then I make me a pot of opium tea

Mr. Nick Cave said it. Reverence.

Auberge, Camargue. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Decorating an entrance with the remains of a large dead animal as a sign of bucolic hospitality, reassuringly expressing a sense of "welcome to the healthy meat-eating life in the country," is—you must admit—the logic of a fucked up species. And I kinda liked it.

Backyard, Monaco-Ville, Monte Carlo. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

She is Sigourney Weaver as Ripley, the director is Ridley Scott. An atrocious alien creature is following them from the surrounding darkness, ruthless and inhuman... Will they survive?

See also: This day so sweet will never come again., the disturbing opening sequence from "War of the Worlds"—don't look if you're squeamish!

Camargue, France. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Monte Carlo, 2009. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Fisherman's village, Bophut Beach, Koh Samui. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Fisherman's village, Bophut Beach, Koh Samui. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Episode № 2 of my nostalgic recollection of Koh Samui photographic memories (here is № 1) caused by Bradu's obscene sabbatical.

Damn, I miss this island! And this is all, of course, Bradu's fault [links in Romanian].

Bo Phut beach, Koh Samui. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Storm, Koh Samui. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Fisherman's village, Bophut Beach, Koh Samui. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Fisherman's village, Koh Samui. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

And this is only the beginning of a year-long über-envy this guy is going to inflict on us by administering one cool story (with blissful pictures) at a time. Hit us, man, we're ready to endure.

Bucharest, 2008. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Storefront, Bucharest, 2009. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Bucharest, 2009. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Camargue, 2009. Click here or on the image to enlarge.

Camargue, 2009. Click on the image to enlarge.

I think I'm going to implement a light-box for viewing photographs here, so please bear with me while I'm testing it. Thank you.

The rich and powerful joyfully awaited the game of international hide-and-seek.

Men theorized for a long time about women's cloaking ability that gives them the superpower to suddenly disappear in thin air (often together with valuable possessions or large amounts of money) and/or to dematerialize and wormhole between widely separated regions of space-time. Here's—finally—the proof as captured by our investigators. Research continues.

Note: Blog entry № 800.

Not a sound, not a step, not a soul on the streets. Silence: the sound of extinction. Everything stands idle, abandoned. Monstrously overgrown weeds seizing hold of the deserted buildings. The drama is completely quiet—and unspeakable.

I am the only one left, the only survivor and I'll be posting this to my blog.

Do not attempt a rescue.

I repeat: do not rescue me from this dead Bucharest. Because I like it.

Old man in back alley, Cristian 'Kit' Paul, Singapore, 2009.

Right in the middle of the alley—one of those aseptic Singapore back alleys—this gaunt old man was dozing in a wheelchair, feet down on the ground and looking rather comfortable. Maybe the chair was not his, then again, maybe it was. Silence so deep I could hear the doves behind him stepping quickly on the asphalt—also he could hear me sneaking closer.

I could only take one picture before he opened his eyes, looking at me without the slightest move.

Hands down, I bowed my head toward him, in a sudden sense of gratitude, apology and obligation.

With the understated grace of a reigning prince he acknowledged my deference with a nod and a slow blink, then—almost dismissively—he closed his eyes again. I immediately left, careful not to break the silence. I left him with the doves, on that patch of indecipherable serenity.

This is the picture I took.

Exterior details of The Esplanade, Singapore's iconic performing arts center. Cristian 'Kit' Paul, Singapore, 2009.

Continue reading "Singapore Esplanade" »

It takes a while to get used to a film camera again after 6 years of shooting digital and digital only. Forget for a second how delicate film is—a blink of clumsiness—and it turns into a wreck in your hands. But then again. Even heavily damaged film has lots of character and style.

Cluj-Napoca, Transylvania, 2008. See it large on black.

Cluj-Napoca, Transylvania, 2008. See it large on black.

See? Light leaks on film. Love'em. Love'em!

Writer working at Cafe Wintergarten in Literaturhaus, Berlin.

As a hopeless office inmate, I often fancy the idea of working in a public space—a nice café like Cafe Wintergarten at Literaturhaus¹ in Berlin—but I never actually try doing it. I wonder whether its mild noise of dishes and chatter would inspire or rather distract.

Moreover, I just learned that my preferred café in Bucharest, Crem Cafe Royale, has been acquired by a local restaurant chain and will be murdered in order to make room for another mediocre luncheonette with greasy spoons.

While passing by it, I'll murmur —The price of progress!, and I'll keep looking the other way.

¹ Right across the street from the Leica Store—even looking through its window inflicts serious damages to a bank account.

Store window, Berlin, 2008.

Economic growth gets really luxuriant—this country is clearly well managed and really blooming. Any day now—the blooms. Any day.

How to create a cool background texture in 3 easy steps

1. Find a river

A river or a lake on a windy day—water with small waves.

2. Find a building

A building reflecting in the river/lake, that is. More lines in the architecture, more intricate the texture. A sunny day helps.

3. Shoot the water

Shoot that building's reflection in water. Play with the picture, change the colors, get crazy if you feel the urge.

Living the brand: proposed revision to Orange™ logo.

While playing with the pictures above (large on black here and here), I thought about writing something about the melding past and future, about time stretching like a grotesque accordion, freaking enormous and grossly out of tune.

Until I saw the glistering white tops. One in the painting and one in the picture. I stopped in bewilderment, trying to get my mind around this like when you bite off more than you can chew—choking, unable to move jaw, unable to spit all out.

I shot these pictures thousands of kilometers and a couple of years apart. Fucking long accordion!

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A subjective account of winter nights—shaken shots with frozen hands.

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Bangkok 360° panorama as seen from Baiyoke tower. Click on the image to enlarge.

Look what these people managed to build in 20 years. Compare with Eastern Europe.

An amazing incident of retrofuturism

Cubism is not dead and I'm ready to testify—I've just seen a chair descending a staircase, 95 years after Mr. Marcel Duchamp saw a nude doing the exact same thing. History repeating¹!

¹ "History Repeating" is a totally addictive arrangement performed by Propellerheads and Shirley Bassey. Watch the video.

My friend Bogdan Dumitrache showed me an impressive "Henri Cartier-Bresson visits Romania"¹ photo retrospective right off his iPhone yesterday—a fine opportunity to drift into a rather lengthy discussion about Leica rangefinders (Bogdan collects Leicas, affectionately naming them "musical sculptures").

That's why today I find appropriate to post a photo of Prizzi posing with/in homage to Cartier-Bresson's Manhattan shot from his 1947² American series, a work that I love and I was lucky enough to see in Amsterdam a couple of years ago.

¹ I wrote about his 1975 visit to Romania a while back.

² The year when together with his friend and colleague Robert Capa and David Seymour, Henri Cartier-Bresson founded Magnum Photos agency.

I walk through the narrow underpass of an unfamiliar town—uncomplicated people hurry to attend their first lives¹—when it bursts out with overwhelming clarity: the watercolor beauty of the real world.

¹ "First Life is a 3D analog world where server lag does not exist." Darren Barefoot, Vancouver web geek, getafirstlife.com.

A voicelessly despaired brass robot head, all beaten up, scratched and dented—look closely and you'll notice those tears. Heartbreaking.

A take on that Faces in Places mildly delusional idea.

Update: Yes, it made it to the Faces in Places blog!

Later update: The picture, it seems, has been published in Scotsman Magazine.

Yes, I can

Listen, if The Sartorialist guy can do it, then I can, too: real-life style photography. Staggering findings of urban sophistication. Elegance. Panache. Hell, why not even style commentary—if I want to.

Style and all things chic

Now really. Look at this: les annees folles of transition economy, wild parties and champagne in the morning—a few sips too many—and she hits the street dressed with a sofa cover, prettified with an assemblage of lovely fluffy tassels dangling limp like a strangled family of little forrest animals.

Quite a warning. There are things going on underneath, mysterious things. Ambiguous and intriguing things. Artifacts obliviously hanging out, probably by design—post-modernly quoting the misfortunes of wardrobe malfunction. Design should be, though, because those flowery baits will shrewdly entice your hungry eye—like a stupid little puppy—toward the vicious curves concealed underneath like boas in the jungle, unmerciful and relentless.

And then, the finishing BDSM touch: cheeky not-so-tiny golden hand-cuffs, sprinkled with blinding Swarovski crystals, teasingly barring the way to the vast carnal temptations sequestered underneath. Do sailors blush?

"Chapter One. He adored New York City. He idealized it all out of proportion." Then, he stops, corrects himself, substitutes "romanticized" for "idealized," and continues, "To him no matter what the season, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin."¹

Gotcha

Just messing with you, really—this is Bucharest, can you believe it?

¹ Henry Jenkins, Tales of Manhattan: Mapping the urban imagination through Hollywood film.

Yesterday at Romexpo Hall I expected my DNA to be sampled and checked upon admission so they can screen the valids from the poor god children. They somehow forgot. Nevertheless, I hid my glasses in a pocket—just in case.

There are situations when dogs are much more delicate and well mannered than humans—the totally wrong situation, usually. For instance, this civilized and respectable dog awaited for a menu with patience, even if he was the only customer sitting at a terrace table while the waiters ignored him repeatedly.

I wish he chased the monkey suits around a little bit, challenge the food chain. Get some respect. Put an end to this discrimination where every crassly ill-bred barbarian dressed with embroidered jeans like a bankrupt fat Elvis sporting shovel fingernails and a biohazard hairdo gets more respect than a clean, exemplary behaving dog.

Captain David at The Coca-Cola Base Station on Mars, 2007.

True, there's little water around here, but our sponsor sends us plenty of soda from Earth. As soon as we're done with the wiring, flick a switch—Bang!—"Planet Coke." Can't wait, really.

On the other hand, NASA is annoying. They keep sending their freaking Pathfinder rovers that are roaming around taking pictures and sniffing for cooties like some goddamn sleepwalking paparazzi. Lucky they're utterly confused and functioning in slow-motion so we have enough time to collect all the chewing gum and the cigarette stubs littered in their way.

Remote controlled snapshots-taking robots! If this is not a tabloidization of cosmology, I don't know what is.

Progress is a wonderful thing. If — and when — The Ministry of Truth says so.

How working cats are different from lolcats — or why Caturday was not created equal for all.

I've seen Charlie's Angels in broad — and harsh — Russian daylight! Yes, it is true. Walking — all goddamn foxy and daringly long-limbed — among all those frowning hurried Muscovites on the boulevard, they must've been on a dangerous mission.

There's a secret passage between worlds, right after the eye, ear and invisible soul trio of ivy-covered columns. If the light bulb is lit you can pass safely, if it's dim, open the door and you'll be sucked into the void and your whole existence deleted. Don't smoke — and don't try to smuggle cigarettes to the other side — God hates that.

Subway station in Moscow, squeaky clean and completely deserted. The curved pillars look like they've been distorted by a a wide-angle lens. Or a gigantic force field. Uncanny.

Happiness is easy. Too bad we're the over-talented masters of complications.

Speaking of graffiti and walls, I have some crazy-textured wallpapers for you: two from Moscow with love and one from Bucharest with murmured anger. Handmade.

Peace Wall

Graffiti over Peace Wall's thousands of tiles painted by schoolchildren on Arbat pedestrian street in Moscow. Corny cold-war name — Peace Wall — but cool texture.

• Peace Wall — full format 1600 × 1200
• Peace Wall — wide format 1920 × 1200

The Wall of Tsoi

The Wall of Tsoi on Arbat St. in Moscow is covered with graffiti dedicated to Russian rock musician Viktor Tsoi (Russian: Виктор Робертович Цой), leader of the rock group Kino, who died in a car accident in 1990. Rough and sincere like spilled guts.

• The Wall of Tsoi — full format 1600 × 1200
• The Wall of Tsoi — wide format 1920 × 1200

Scratches

Scratched inscriptions on a house wall in Bucharest. A blind, distressed murmur relentlessly corroding the street.

• Scratches — full format — 1600 × 1200
• Scratches — wide format — 1920 × 1200

Pro versions

For the graphic professionals that cannot afford saturated colors on their desktop, low contrast grayscale versions are available:

• Peace Wall — pro, full format 1600 × 1200
• Peace Wall — pro, wide format 1920 × 1200
• The Wall of Tsoi — pro, full format 1600 × 1200
• The Wall of Tsoi — pro, wide format — 1920 × 1200
• Scratches — pro, full format — 1600 × 1200
• Scratches — pro, wide format — 1920 × 1200

Send 'em in

If you decide to use one of these wallpapers and you don't mind sending a screenshot of your desktop (e-mail to kit at kitblog followed by dot com) along with your name and/or web site address, your precious captures will be appended to this post, after the jump. Now is a good time to acknowledge your obsessive-compulsive need for maniacally ordered rows of icons, or to admit your lazy-ass style of obliviously piling random yet completely useless stuff.

Be brave — if you’ve got it, why not flaunt it? Send 'em in!

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I picked the blue channel, muddy and stained as it was — I liked it — here it is.

Loving Scandinavian design means buying Scandinavian design.

The stencil reads "Do not climb on the hood Danger of electrocution 27000 V".

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are...

Owner Ivan Milicin practicing with one of his horses Haute Ecole training.

I hate trains. Public transportation anxiety. Or maybe travelers' spleen.

'Professional Photographer of the Year' at IPA

Cosmin, Bucharest, July 2005

Cosmin Bumbuț confirmed his professional stature once again at this year's edition of International Photography Awards Competition / International Photographer of the Year Competition by winning a 1st place in Editorial category with images from Aiud prison series and a 3rd place in Travel-Tourism category with images from Transit series, along with no less than 12 Honorable Mentions.

This results qualify Cosmin's work for inclusion in both IPA 2006 Annual Awards book and 2006 IPA Best of Show exhibition.

I am very proud I could contribute to his outstanding results by sponsoring the cutting-edge custom pre-press process of his Transit book, a first in Romania.