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I figured it is a good idea to end the year with photography. Thanks for looking and wish y'all a happy new year!pinar istekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962332664842885470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561587005659738071.post-4664866486680087652014-11-27T20:37:00.000-08:002014-11-27T20:44:55.699-08:00How Many More? No More!: Ferguson protests in Austin, TXCouple of nights ago, there were protests in support of what happened in Ferguson, Mo. Ours turned out to be a peaceful one. Here are a few frames..<br />
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This couple is for me the definition of "being chill". They turned "Color Run" into "Color Walk". It was cool to watch them hang out on their own pace. </div>
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I didn't notice how long it had been since I blogged last time. It's been over year.. It is not much time but a lot has changed in my life. I now live in Austin, TX, working towards a PhD degree at The University of Texas. That being said, nature of a PhD program unfortunately doesn't have much to do with shooting or editing. Though, this morning a friend of mine and I self-assigned ourselves to photograph the Round Rock Color Run.<br /><br />This was my first time shooting and witnessing a Color Run. I have been around for a while to overcome the culture shock of most things in this country. But I gotta admit that this was the next level of culture shock for me. I still can't wrap my head around the fact there were a whole bunch of people raging at 9 a.m. on a Sunday morning, covered in dust.. Colorful dust.. And what the whole point of it is?.. <br />
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Regardless it was a fun occasion to shoot for me. I would like to shoot
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time.Thanks for looking! pinar istekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962332664842885470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561587005659738071.post-3588777201404578312013-12-04T16:23:00.003-08:002013-12-04T16:24:34.685-08:00On Normalization of Abnormal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of the things these protests, and the photography itself in general, taught me was that strange stuff gets pretty old pretty quickly. Things I would normally find odd became normal as days passed, and as I saw them through my lens. I was walking around with swimming goggles, a medical mask and a big scarf for extra support on facial coverage. Pretty much most everyone around was like me. And then there were the ones with Vendetta masks. People finding furniture to burn in the middle of streets... People who walk around with a sprayer filled with some stomach medicine and milk mixture, offering help to burning eyes after pepper sprayed... The cops... Everywhere.. Intimidating.. Gas canisters.. Water being sprayed on anything and everything... People walking arm in arm to resist... So many of this had just became an everyday occurrence all of a sudden. And that's what I wanted to show you today with some pictures I had. <br />
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<br />pinar istekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962332664842885470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561587005659738071.post-9120939341858147902013-12-03T16:41:00.003-08:002013-12-03T16:45:56.125-08:00On Photographing Protests<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I shot this about six months ago in downtown Ankara. It was only two weeks after I had gotten back home. This was my first visit in four years. One hell of a start I had. <br />
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All this had started as some small protest by an environmental group against the government that wanted to cut quite a few trees at one of the last few green areas in the heart of Istanbul. After the harsh response from the police force, everything quickly turned into a country wide anti-government riot, which lasted about a month. This is basically the sum of what was going on. There are quite a few articles written on those or on following days for further reading. <br />
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It was a shock to me. I had barely gotten over the jetlag by the time I found myself running around with my camera. This was the first time I was in such a situation as a photojournalist. <br />
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For quite a few of us, photojournalists, the thrill of this job, the adrenaline, is one of the major motives that keep us going. And there I was in the middle of it.<br />
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I shot this photograph on the first day of Ankara protests. Not sure why, but I had decided it would be better if I tag along with the protestors, who were simply throwing pieces of rocks at the cops, who were obviously armed. It was probably the mantra "the closer the better" that is buried in my photographer mind that kept me right next to these guys. Plus the cops were quite intimidating to approach and I did not know any other journalists here at the time. <br />
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The first day was interesting especially because of one specific inner battle I had. Quite a few times, i had found myself chanting along with the protestors. Because this was just not some country that I had landed to take pictures. What was being protested was and is deeply affecting my life, as well. I was as frustrated as anyone there.<br />
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By the end of the first day, I managed to put my journalist hat on, leaving my citizen persona aside. What was going on was important for me as a journalist, for me as Pinar from Turkey and for everyone who lives in this country. So I had to document it.<br />
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This man was screaming at the officer that this was not Israel. This was Ankara. He had the right to express himself. A basic human right, freedom of speech... Alas this is also Turkey. Freedom of speech, freedom of press... Don't even know what to say about those.<br />
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This man was carried to an ambulance after being hit by a pepper gas canister on his face. When this happened, I was right by the police officer who fired at him. This man was at one end of a short street and the police force was on the other end. I recall seeing him raising his hands, showing that he was not armed and asking the police not to shoot. Then he fell. Then the officer, who took aim at him, turned around and said "I did it!" With joy... I was petrified with what I had just witnessed. I keep replaying this moment in my head and trying to make sense of it. But I don't know if I will ever be able to fathom such human cruelty.<br />
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Looking back now, it all seems like a dream that lasted more than anyone in it wished for. Considering the current political atmosphere here, it is hard to tell what these protests led to. It is even harder when you are not necessarily the outsider of such circumstances. <br />
<br />pinar istekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962332664842885470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561587005659738071.post-48787852977624715242013-11-28T14:21:00.001-08:002013-11-28T14:29:31.755-08:00Golden Hour<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just wanted to share this shot from my last shoot. It is one of my favorites from that take. Photo Gods were shining the good light upon me that day.<br />
<br />pinar istekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962332664842885470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561587005659738071.post-79790431721986237012013-11-27T11:46:00.001-08:002013-11-27T11:47:32.292-08:00On Birth and Storytelling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Since I got back, I have been shooting some births. I had done it before going to journalism school. But upon my return after all that training and professional experience, my take on the whole thing inevitably has changed. <br />
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This is not a journalistic assignment. There are certain shots I am expected to provide. When you shoot a bunch of them in a short period of time, this whole process becomes pretty mechanical, almost making one numb to the idea of a new person coming into life. I try to remind myself how important what I witness is and how luck I am to be there and document it. <br />
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I also keep asking myself how to better tell their stories. Every time being a new opportunity to practice this particular kind of storytelling, I am trying to find better frames, better light, dig out more intimate stories.<br />
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I quite enjoy this particular photograph. It depicts a young couple who just birthed their first child into this wild world. It might not be the most original frame, but it does tell the story of these three people, their immediate connection, the strong bond being formed among them. There is an emotional moment that this new mother is intensely experiencing. The father is trying to document it from his own perspective while trying to be there for this life changing moment itself. It is a storytelling photograph. That's what is important. Rest is the details.<br />
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Thanks for looking!pinar istekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962332664842885470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561587005659738071.post-39569135093944800092013-11-24T12:21:00.000-08:002013-11-24T13:14:18.696-08:00Nur Nur, originally an Arabic word, means light.<br />
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Meet my friend Nur. We have been trying to do this photo shoot for years. Finally, yesterday we were both in the same city and the weather finally was on our side.<br />
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As if it was a thank to her name, the light was gorgeous at yesterday's sunset. We got to chase the light around Lake Eymir for about an hour and it was quite fun.<br />
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She is definitely a brunette beauty, who enjoys modeling quite a bit. It makes it easier my job, when the person loves being in front of my lens.<br />
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The lake, over all the nature itself really, was generous to us. We ran into that little guy on the right and he was probably the most friendly stray cat I have ever met. <br />
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This was an unusual experience for me as a photographer. Although I have done portrait sessions quite a few times before, this was different in terms of planning of the location, time, clothing items etc. I enjoyed the process as much as I did the shoot itself. <br />
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Thanks for looking!pinar istekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962332664842885470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561587005659738071.post-82095980937815968782013-11-19T13:44:00.001-08:002013-11-19T13:44:48.977-08:00On Photographing Strangers: Part V<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Coming from a photojournalistic background, I tend to speak to the people I photograph. Otherwise it makes me feel like I objectify the people, I disrespect them by not acknowledging them.<br />
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This photo was an exception. It was pretty much a sneaky shot, as I snapped this one single frame, passing by the family. Hoping that I got the shot... It is not exactly what I had foreseen but it is something. I didn't wanna bother this little family while the parents were practicing their morning yoga, assisting one another and the little girl was running around and swimming inside a small tide pool. I felt like if I asked for permission, I would lose the moment or their concentration on just being and living there at that moment.<br />
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I could probably talk to them afterwards but they were just so immersed in basically being a family, I just didn't wanna bother them.<br />
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Looking back, it still seems pretty surreal to me that I lived and worked in a surf town in Costa Rica.<br />
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I shot this on a surf contest day. I feel like in the crowd and craziness of the day, I found some quietness and solitude with this picture.<br />
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Another shot I didn't let the subject know about, rather didn't wanna bother him with it. He was just checking the surf. If I were him, I would hate to be distracted.<br />
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Last year, while working for the Voice of Guanacaste, I worked on photographing several services during the Holy Week (Semana Santa). One was the Passion of Christ walk. I had a second camera on me where I snapped a few pictures for my personal memories.<br />
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I find this shot haunting. This one was shot under the same light with the following image within the same roll of film. Yet this one turned out to have a completely different visual language to it. This one looks completely surreal to me. It is startling yet I am totally drawn to it. It is like the religion itself. It is blurry, seductive and inviting for explorations, yet it has to be within certain limits. You have to accept the givens while you are trying yo interpret it for yourself. You have to accept that this is a black and white photograph, that shows a small fragment of a bigger picture within the limitations of this one specific frame. Yet there is so much to see in it.<br />
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This one's aura is more prisoning than the one above. It is a technically clearer image. The effects on the side that was caused by lens captures the viewer and holds it inside a circle. With the angle, it feels like there are guardians standing upon us, staring upon us to make sure we are still with them. I would say this one is a lot more controlling. </div>
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There was a tragicomical occurrence toward the end of this service. Carlos Montiel, who was acting as Jesus, had to stop his performance earlier than expected due to health issues he had started having. Under the heat of late morning being hung off of a cross caused him lose his mobility. He was hospitalized during the reenactment of the crucification.<br />
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Or rather I should say states of being ocean. I noticed a pattern, an almost consistent one, about these set of photographs. Every now and then, I apparently turned to the ocean, itself. The moving water, the vast body of water was minimized to fill my frames. The way I photographed the ocean is like the way ocean moves. Reoccuring and predictable in some ways, yet there is still plenty of room for diversity in images, in the ways ocean leaves marks on the sand or in the ways she choose behave. </div>
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This one is my favorite of all. I sort of see myself in it.<br />
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It is fascinating how it becomes a reflector and a light source as the water goes back home.<br />
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Thanks for looking!pinar istekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962332664842885470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561587005659738071.post-53829445485718053552013-11-16T16:53:00.000-08:002013-11-16T16:54:30.533-08:00On Film and Life : Part II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Today, I got to witness another birth of a child. It was because of photography. It was with the help of photography. A baby girl was born into this wild world. Having this opportunity, kind of, mesmerizes me. I'm incredibly lucky to be there with my camera as parents welcome their new child, as a new human being takes his/her first breaths out of the comfort of the womb. </div>
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I am pretty grateful for all this. But there is a downside to it, which I would have to admit. I am a young woman who has not had a child yet. When I first started photographing these births, it was dizzying for me to be in that room, watch mothers go through this probably the most profound experience that a woman can have. Especially when it came to C-sections, that's when things got even more fascinating. Today though, I came to a realization about photography and my camera. As much as it opens countless doors for me in unimaginable situations, it does one more thing for me. It normalizes things and situations that would normally be otherwise. Births, especially C-sections, can get gory sometimes. But as soon as I put the camera on my face, it all becomes more distant. It is like I am removed from that situation that my camera put me in. I sort of become numb to what is happening before my eyes. </div>
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It was shot on a warm Costa Rica morning, while walking on the beach. I had just wanted to document and remind myself this wild piece of nature. Behind, there was the ocean, rejoicing the shore with every breaking wave. Looking at this photograph, I can almost feel the sand on my feet, the breeze on my skin and I can almost hear the water. </div>
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And if I made it far back enough, this lush would be part of my view.<br />
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On the top-right portion of this frame there is a thin white mark, that was basically a piece of hair on the scanner that made its way to the final scan. I tried to fix it several times, but didn't end up with any satisfying result. Normally, I would spend hours trying to fix that. But this time, I am leaving it as it is. This is not a professional image I made for a client or a publication. It is completely personal and it is OK to be imperfect like this. It is okay to make this image more vulnerable to questions or criticism and same goes for me as a photographer. It is okay.<br />
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This was the main road that went down to the main entrance of the beach in Playa Guiones, where I lived in Costa Rica. Most of the business were located on this road. So was my (home) office. It was on the left, right after that second SUV. It took me less than 10 minutes to get to the beach under normal circumstances. A lot of people would find it pretty ideal. And it was for me, as well. For a while. But some things get old pretty fast for various reasons.</div>
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This, I believe, was the bus station in Liberia. It was the nearest big city for me. It was a frequent stop, since I was having to leave the country to renew my visa. Liberia is about two hours from the Nicaraguan border. Costa Rica side of the ride wasn't as pleasant of a view as it was once I crossed the border. You would see windmills and a lake along with the farm lands and small neighborhoods in Nicaragua. It always felt more real there.<br />
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And here comes my lady, Guadalupe. She just makes me feel so peaceful. I have no recollections of the moment or the place I made this picture. But I am glad I did. She is such a lovely lady.<br />
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Photography is an experience. For all of us... For me, as the picture maker, for you as the audience and for the persons who are in the photographs... What vulnerability and fear carry is experienced by all of us. We all get exposed to them one way or another. They both have negative connotations yet there is some goodness to them, as well. </div>
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I think, from time to time, it is okay to be vulnerable. It somehow takes pressure off the shoulders. By writing here today, I feel like I am testing my waters for my vulnerability. I am writing things here that I would normally journal about. I am exposing myself. It makes me nervous yet it makes me more human. And it is okay. </div>
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I am a relatively young photographer, both in age and definitely in experience. I might be part of one of those last few generations whose first encounter with photography was through the dark room, the film photography, the chemicals... I recall my anxiety mixed with fascination as I was waiting for my rolls to develop or for my test strips to appear the pictures years ago. It was and is one of the best experiences of my life. </div>
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Back then, I had saved up and bought a Nikon N80 for that dark room class and used it quite frequently for the few following years after that amazing class. When I needed to get a good digital body, I had to sell it. And pretty much since then, I hadn't gone back in the darkroom. But this past week, my awesome friends from <a href="https://www.facebook.com/kaatolye?fref=ts" target="_blank">KA Photo Workshop </a> let me use their darkroom and film scanners. So I got to develop some rolls from the good ol' Holga that I had apparently been shooting on since last fall.<br />
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It was interesting to hold each strip of negative onto the light and see what was revealed in these private and quiet squares. It was almost like going through a time machine where I could stop wherever I want at any given time and spend as much time as I want at that point in life.<br />
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Film photography has a strange aura to it. Aside from its overall nostalgia and obscurity, there is something about it that makes me really sad and I am having a hard time pinpointing what that is. I wanna say it is the tactility, the texture and the depth of space and colors in it. But not quite sure if these are sufficient to figure out what I am looking for.<br />
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So these are four "people" pictures from the five rolls that took me back to the dark room. I will be posting more photographs in the coming days with couple of different themes. But I wanted to start with these. These were the first several pictures that grabbed my attention when I looked at the negatives. For me, it is the people that makes it easier to connect with images. It is the people that makes a photograph unforgettable. It is what I, as the photographer, experienced with them. And it is what the audience can relate to in these people.<br />
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So this is my friend, Han. It is one of the three oldest pictures from these five rolls. I believe it was last September. He was in town for a few days, before he took off to Wyoming for his new job. </div>
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We had gone on a short hike before heading out to my favorite bar at the time, Lucy's in McBaine, Mo. </div>
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It was good day. We had talked about our past trips, school, his new job, the dreams we each had. We had reflected on how crazy life had been for each one of us. </div>
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This couple... Lisa and Gabriel. I met them on a bus ride from Nosara to Samara, while on assignment on those towns back in Costa Rica. I believe they are from NYC. Lisa is a hair stylist and Gabriel, if I remember correctly, was managing a bar and had a band called <i>The Stationary Set.</i> They had rented a room at an artist's house in Samara and making day trips to nearby towns during that trip. </div>
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The reason why we started talking in the first place was because of the cameras we had. Gabriel was making pictures of Lisa with an old Polaroid (the kind that spits out the pictures right away :)). And I had the plastic Holga around my neck. Gabriel had said they make pictures of each other with that Polaroid on their trips and gather their memories like that. It made me happy. It made me smile. </div>
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These were my neighbors from Nosara, Corey and Mike. A day after I met them, I decided to move back to Turkey. So we only got to hang out for three weeks. I don't think I could have asked for any better neighbors than them at that point. </div>
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Corey was teaching English at an institute in town and waiting to go back to the States to meet up with his girlfriend, Liz in less than two months. And Mike, a definitely free-spirit, had no itinerary for his travels whatsoever and I believe he still doesn't. He had retired and started traveling around the warm tropics, learning Spanish and basically enjoying his life. </div>
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As I mentioned above, everything happens for a reason. I believe the universe brought us all together at a time when I was going through some difficulties. The presence of these two incredible spirits definitely helped me put things in perspective, and at the very least, distracted me from getting stuck in my own head. </div>
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I made this photograph on a Sunday afternoon. We had gone to the beach for sunset and some swimming. Mike and I had gotten to enjoy the ocean but Corey was dealing with some brutal toe injury. So he was mostly busy making pictures, collecting his memories. Once the sunset hit, though, we all grabbed the cameras. I couldn't help but take a few steps back and capture this moment. </div>
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I was recently asked to photograph a dear friend's engagement ceremony with the love of her life. It was a simple, warm and intimate gathering with close family and friends. She was so fun to work with. </div>
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At one point, while we're at the hair salon, I turned around and came across this lovely moment, where the bride to be and her mother was wearing mascara at the same time. </div>
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Until that day, I had never seen Doga around her older sister, whom apparently she adores to. I think this picture displays the relationship between the two quite well. </div>
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The simplicity of the event was observable also on her look. </div>
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And the couple finally got to have a private moment on this hectic day. </div>
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As far as I know, Doga is a very emotional lady. She couldn't help her tears right after her grand aunt cut the ribbon. </div>
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Doga's eyes are incredible. Very deep and beautiful shade of light brown, which becomes even more apparent at golden hour. This couple was unbelievably cute, so was their penguin cake toppers.<br />
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This is my grandmother. She is over 80. I had not seen her for about 4 years until last month, due to my travels. I found her physically aged, yet mentally still as sharp as ever before.<br />
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She didn't like that she had her glasses in the previous picture. So she asked me redo the photograph without them. This one, for me, sums up who she is, or rather who I have known her to be all my childhood.<br />
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This is my aunt, my mom's older sister. She has been one of the most loving and caring women I have ever known. It's been interesting to observe the aging in her face. </div>
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This is my uncle, husband of the aunt above. Same goes for him. I'm saddened and amazed with how aging has shadowed this couple's faces in the last few years.<br />
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And here is just a quiet, peaceful lake sunset, that we came across while traveling in between towns.pinar istekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962332664842885470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561587005659738071.post-35959387841375512732013-06-29T16:17:00.001-07:002013-06-29T16:29:41.577-07:00Ankara Wedding Festival<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tonight, I assigned myself to shoot a wedding festival that the Ankara Buyuksehir Municipality organizes annually. The event is organized for low income couples, who can't afford to have their own wedding. This year 213 couples got married at this huge wedding. </div>
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There were three singers performing tonight. The first two was before the wedding ceremony. Most of the couples danced to the popular songs that were being played.<br />
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The municipality provided the wedding dresses and the suits for the couples.<br />
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Some couples seemed incredibly in love and excited to get married like this one, whereas others spent the night sitting at their assigned tables.<br />
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As I was photographing the couple in the middle, this performance artist just walked into the frame.<br />
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The red ribbon around the bride's waist symbolizes her virginity. Traditionally, it is just a plain ribbon. But this lady had their names on it. <br />
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This bride was just gorgeous. I noticed her as soon as I walked into the venue. Thankfully, they decided to dance under some relatively better light.<br />
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The municipality did the ceremony for four couples, symbolically. This bride's hands were shaking as they were waiting for their turn. <br />
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It was actually an all around wedding with a pretty cake, as well.<br />
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Last singer performed after the ceremony as some couples continued dancing.<br />
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Apparently, one bride gave up on dancing in her heels. <br />
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Seconds after I shot this one, mom walked up to the snowman and posed with him for me. An unexpected move from her. <br />
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And there it goes. Farewells are never fun. pinar istekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962332664842885470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561587005659738071.post-50270532799459653672013-05-26T12:06:00.000-07:002013-05-26T12:06:08.689-07:00Takbir vs. Free Kisses<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">This is the announcement that triggered a protest at Kurtulus Subway in Ankara. Earlier this week, this announcement was made at the subway to warn passengers who interact, supposedly, against the rules of morality. </span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">A group of protestors gathered at Kurtulus Square and protested this announcement with public kisses and hugs. </span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">This protest was important for me to shoot. I got my journalism education in the States. I had never practiced my profession in my home country before. I wasn't hired by any media organization. i went there just to get myself shoot some and to see how things work at home. </span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">It was quite fascinating to observe. It is almost a show business where all parties are aware of the rules of the game. </span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">The protest was supposed to start at 6:30 p.m. I got there about 40 minutes before. All four subway entrances were held my multiple security guards along with several police officers. I could see quite a few people with cameras waiting for the protestors. This protestor in the above picture came out, put on his costume and started posing for the cameras. </span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">This is how many cameras were directed at him. I could hear journalist telling him what to do, where to look etc. </span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">Finally, a small group of protestors showed with signs, reading "free kisses" and " kiss me."</span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">Shortly after the kiss protestors, an opposing group came out. Their sign read "Kissing is subjective. Kurtulus is not a private place." They also chanted "Allahu Akbar" and "Kurtulus is not a brothel."</span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">Between the two groups, there was a crowded group from the police force. There were probably more cops than the total of two groups of protestors. </span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">Finally, all the protestors went down to the subway along with all the cameras and cops. In my prejudged opinion, I thought I would see a large group of people who would kiss all at the same time. Instead, I saw random couples who are asked to kiss for the cameras. </span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">And these two guys who needed to blow condoms to protest. </span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">The whole thing lasted less than 30 minutes. After we all came out, I saw everyone running in one direction. Sure enough, I followed the crowd. It turns out that one of the kissing protestors was attacked with a big knife. There was only one reporter who was there to document the attack. She was cool about letting everyone film or photograph her shot. She also e-mailed everyone a series of her shots. </span></span><br />
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<br />pinar istekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962332664842885470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561587005659738071.post-34771244366287788652013-02-16T16:06:00.001-08:002013-02-16T16:06:37.652-08:00Greasy pig runSo I shot five assignments today and yesterday. Here is my favorite photo from all five shoots.<br />
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Geraldin Barquero, 17, left, and Leonel Chavez Suazo, 13, try to tie a pig during a greasy pig run Saturday afternoon, Feb. 16, 2013 at Pelada Beach in Costa Rica. The pig was owned by Barquero's older sister and she was helping with the ring and greasing the pig. pinar istekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962332664842885470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561587005659738071.post-63393950561946953192013-02-14T07:41:00.001-08:002017-11-08T07:34:11.592-08:00Playa Guiones Sunset Couple nights ago, I went to the beach right after sunset to try out some slow shutter exposures, inspired by surf photographer <a href="http://www.morganmaassen.com/" target="_blank">Morgan Maassen</a>'s work. I haven't gotten what I had in mind yet, so gonna keep shooting. But here are some shots from the first night.<br />
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pinar istekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962332664842885470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561587005659738071.post-2554539162902622772012-11-21T16:17:00.001-08:002012-11-25T20:55:39.010-08:00Nick Rodriguez aka NicDangerI got to photograph NicDanger, a young Columbia rapper yesterday. We ended up running <a href="http://www.columbiamissourian.com/m/39864/nicholas-nicdanger-rodriguez-releases-columbia-video/" target="_blank">this one photo.</a> But here are some of my outtakes. <br />
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<br />pinar istekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962332664842885470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561587005659738071.post-35122023991723665182012-11-05T22:39:00.002-08:002012-11-05T22:39:33.494-08:00Fall funThis weekend I made another trip to West Plains, Mo. On my way back, I wanted to go to this brewery, Piney River Brewery, that my friend, <a href="http://benjaminzack.com/" target="_blank">Ben Zack</a>, has recommended. I had to drive on gravel roads for a good while to reach this place that used to be a barn and now an amazing place with some amazing ales. On the way there, I had to make several stops to appreciate what fall has to offer. <span id="goog_216954211"></span><span id="goog_216954212"></span><br />
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pinar istekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962332664842885470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561587005659738071.post-67167227505957004832012-10-08T11:24:00.001-07:002012-10-08T11:24:24.203-07:00Sunday portraitsI got to hang out with some good friends and met some nice people yesterday. Here are some portraits of those who crossed my path. <span id="goog_318989801"></span><span id="goog_318989802"></span><br />
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This is Becky. She is the bartender at Lucy's in McBaine, Mo. She is pretty much my favorite bartender. That little roadside bar has the best afternoon light ever. I made this portrait in the kitchen as she was preparing a double cheeseburger for one of the guests.<br />
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We made friends with her over the summer as we started going there almost every Sunday. She is one of those people who is hard to get close to. But once you are in, you are in for real. It is a quality that I admire in people.<br />
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After we became regulars at Lucy's, she lost her house to a fire. She and her family are still in the process of recovery. You are always in my prayers, Becky.<br />
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This is Han Cheung, a good, old friend of mine. He was in town to work on the Missouri Photo Workshop's website and to defend his MA project, which he successfully completed. He had couple free days before he heads out to Portland with his girlfriend. So we went for a hike in the morning, which was really refreshing for both of us, before we went to Lucy's.<br />
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Han and I started the program at the same time. And it took both of us a lot longer than our classmates. We both are hopefully graduating this December. Fingers crossed. <br />
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I hope your girlfriend and you find good jobs soon. Wish you both luck with everything.<br />
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This is Jimmy. We met him yesterday at Lucy's. While we were playing with the good light, making each other's pictures, he walked up to us and asked us to photograph him. He said he is an ex-Amish. He left the Amish community when he was 26. He said, because he wanted to be a singer and make music, the community asked him to leave three times. And the third time they asked, he did it.<br />
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This is Martin Wulf, another new friend we met yesterday at Lucy's. He is certainly a character. He said he is married to his wife for over 50 years. He wanted to make sure that I wouldn't put his picture on the paper, because his wife would be really jealous. We talked about his farming and this year's drought that hit the Midwest. He lives down the road from Lucy's. When I asked him if he drove there, he said, "Heck, yeah!"<br />
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<br />pinar istekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16962332664842885470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561587005659738071.post-55811032056559942712012-10-08T09:49:00.002-07:002012-10-08T09:49:37.796-07:00NuggetHere is another sample from my holga boy. This is probably one of the best pictures I have ever made. And I really mean it. Pups are the best.<br />
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