Autumn

I can’t detach myself from it.

Can’t detach myself from autumn, and for once, I’m not only referring to the red/orange dress trees wear before it turns to gold. No, I’m also referring to the city.

its lights.

its passers-by.

My imagination drifting away.

Maybe the summer stimulates my imagination too.

Never asked myself the question.

I wrote 20 pages of a text in august 2007.

T’was fun.

Had my right wrist in a plaster cast till mid august.

Instead of doing sport for keeping myself fit, I wrote to … well, I still don’t know why I wrote – and still write – but I suppose that there is some purpose behind it.

Days during summer are sometimes too long.

I mean, the days of July.

The sun isn’t as aggresive it is during summer.

Temperature is more bearable.

And they’re, somehow, the last days.

I always liked november.

Olivia happens to be born in november, but she has very little to do with my appreciation of the month.

Most people consider november as a crappy month.

Probably cuz days are shorter and also because … well, nature slowly dies.

Putting the world on hold for 4 long months.

But enough chit-chat.

October

I can’t remember very well the “starting over”. It’s very vague, I was … flying elsewhere, trying to realize what the hell happened with my homeys again.

All gone to other places

in France

in UK

in Spain …

You know.

Pretty much like the year before.

I had plans though.

Planning to have  a short relationship…

I really started to see muses this month.

I don’t think that “the quest” is appropriate here, no.

It’s not a quest … there is no finality here.

No final muse or anything.

Muses just are.

They live.

move.

stay.

The muses I kissed.

Muses I didn’t kiss.

and even more…

but whatever, my life isn’t defined by them.

I believe my life would continue without muses … it’s just that it would be … much less attractive than it is with.

Not that they didn’t play an important part in my life …

it’s just that my hobbies and passions have very little link with the muses.

So October was about muses.

Future muses, to be exact.

Muses who refused to be more than muses…

others that showed me potential muses…

the first time I’ve seen N. … without knowing of all the trouble she would make me go into.

I don’t regret it though.

At J’s party.

Ironic, one could say.

I didn’t care too much about classes.

Things were normal.

Things were normal and I was still innocent.

Maybe life’s a bitch after all.

but as Dido would sing “I can’t stop and catch my breath; and look no further for happiness.”

Maybe tomorrow I’ll do november

maybe not…

Wedding day

Damn I’m tired.

totally exhausted.

it’s been one LONG DAY.

Stressful day, even.

But when I see the photos I made

when I see the love

the joy

the happiness

reality

men

women

I see hope.

and that was good.

And when I make photos this awesome, I feel like a fucking rock star.

Hope you’re all okay.

dRoll #5 : Wide-angle rules!

…because 13 photos on 18 were taken with the 17mm, therefore a 24mm on a full frame captor.

I’m currently working on DoF (Depth of Field) because I usually use very wide aperture (between 1,4 and 2,8) and it sometimes … doesn’t work.

But I’m quite satisfied with what I have here.

I’ve already been to the Cathédrale de Rouen before with Wolf, but I had a 50mm and a cheap Black and White roll… so I knew back then that I would go back…

O. (AKA Liv, AKA Livvy … just so you’ll know who the fuck I talk about) and I were in Rouen for 4 days to … well, had fun. And we ended up being so busy during the day (and night) that I now need a REALLY LONG night of sleep now.

However I have to shoot a wedding tomorrow.

My first “professional” appointment.

I feel quite excited.

Too tired to be stressed though.

I guess it’s a good thing.

The mise en scène was quite impressive IRL.Cuz yeah, we walked in with Liv the day a “concert” was being performed.

We’re lucky, most of the time.

Yeah, “we”.

uknowwhatImtalkingabout.

…

It’s hard to show everything with a single shot … maybe with a “real” 17 … even a 10 mm… it could have been possible.

Please have a close look (here) and check the guy who was picking his nose between two religious songs.

Yeah, I stopped putting the “©Mickaël Sya” under each shot. I mean, they’re already on the photo, right ? Although I’m pretty sure that if my blog was visited by a lot of people, some of them would still be stolen.

You can’t see it on both pictures but the organ was actually behind me when I took the photo. Please note how J.C. is displayed behind the choir; like he was looking at them from above.

It sure was damn impressive.

Even bewitching.

Paradoxical, ain’t it ?

So there was this “tape” recorder just in front of the first row of the choristers. I didn’t understood why in the first place.

Probably to record some tape…

dunno.

don’t care much actually.

t’was fun to notice though.

I hate reliogious buildings for their contrast between the outside light that comes through the stained glass “windows” and the light INSIDE the building

I mean, when captor will be able to capture 7 or 10 IL, it’ll be fine, my hatred will stop.

Ok, I’m bitching here considering the result … but it’s fucking annoying to work a picture like that on ‘toshop to obtain a decent result.

I had fun with candles when I walked in…

Also when I walked out.

Note the “Lourdes” name of the text on the candle.

I put links now.

Lucie, if you read me.

So I had fun with the wide-angle. Dunno why but I felt this could be used for some press article …

Maybe…

maybe not.

whatever.

I’m not a pro anyway.

Right ?

So the real objective of the day was not to take photo of the Cathedral, but to do some shoppings, as sales started … well, pretty much the same day.

You can see on the window the word (actually only a part of it) “Soldes” … “sales”.

Livvy didn’t find anything in that shop though… but she sure found some stuff afterwards…

Women, clothes and sales.

Yeah, you know what I’m talking about.

I found the bag quite funny.

I liked the drawing on it. You can read “my ex-boyfriend hanging around with such an ugly girl. i will never understand boys…”

dunno where they put the “is”.

Maybe that’s a form of french engrish.

First time I saw a so-called “assistant” wearing a earphone … I mean, the shop has a surface of roughly 50m² (539 ft²)…

Even France is getting totalitarian…

I mean, first it’s at work, then it’s everywhere.

Did Grandma noticed me ?

I don’t think so.

I’m pretty sure she was too busy checking herself in the mirror in front of her.

But I’d sure like to own a Leica for “street” (shop?) photography.

I guess that the term “Sales zombies” can work here.

Pretty much like a “Christmas Zombie”, only that it works during all sales period and generally afflicts women rather than men…

I know how boring it is when a boyfriend shows countless photos (pictures, more often than photos btw…) of his girlfriend so I warn you : the following includes Livvy in every photo.

Ok ?

But this site’s for myself mostly, so quite frankly, I don’t care if you find the “genre” boring.

what-the-fucking-ever.

She told me a couple of hours ago that she would buy the shirt … later today. Or a striped shirt. Probably the striped shirt.

Considering the lion shirt cost 7€, she’ll probably buy both.

Friggin’ love the nerd T-shirt…

and her playing with the camera too.

“Right ? Right ?”

…yeah, right.

Another “lucky 7€” article of clothing/accessory.

She ain’t shy in front of the camera… I mean, less than others…

and when I consider the amount of “good” shots I made that day, she’s definitely “more” than a muse.

dunno how to put it in words.

this more-than-a-muse-girl happens to be my girlfriend… which is … just as awesome as it sounds.

Later guys.

OH MY GOD !

MICHAEL JACKSON IS DEAD !

Fat

…almost forgot to post this portrait of her from last night.

©Mickaël Sya

©Mickaël Sya

Couldn’t figure which one was better.

You choose.

Good night kids.

Taijin Kyofusho

the song my friend Ash gave me last autumn…

it’s still so orgasmic to listen to…

What can I say?

This year, the music day was terrible.

Previous years were better.

Specially 2007, with BeN.

When he walked towards a possible future.

That was … something to watch.

Last year was acceptable too.

This year was crappy.

I can’t really give a reason why it was, because quite frankly the bands were either very crappy or in the vicinity of the acceptable.

“I guess it’s just how it goes”, would say Norah Jones.

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I should start this scholar year’s playback, starting in september, even though we started classes in october.

let’s start, shall we ?

September:

That were the days … the countless days of fullness, or joy, innoncence, even, for I was still relatively “innocent” back then.

Man, things change in 9 months.

More than you can imagine.

So September; the days with BeN, the days on bike, the days when the summer was still around and when I had beautiful visions of what was to come.

The month when the stuff that were in my mind because of Mélanie started to really disappear.

I mean, if you think you have forgotten them, they’re still here, aren’t they ?

So yeah, they started disappear; to be even more honest, I don’t remember anything about her except the fact that I somehow “concluded” or “sealed” our so-called “friendship” during this month; at the end of it, to be more precise.

That’s the month I’ve seen Joy on another angle.

haha, just for the kick.

The first time I’ve seen a japanese girl in my life; Kei … she would be the beginning of … so much more.

That thursday when I saw both Joy & Kei … two distinct futures I both embraced (no pun intended) …

When I last saw BeN in the house of his parents … who were still married at the time.

Memories..

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I thought I could do October, but time is running out.

It’s been a month with Olivia a couple of days ago (since it’s already 12AM; 22nd of June 2009).

Time flies with her; she really is the opposite of Naoko.

Fine by me.

Maybe I have deeper feelings for her than I’d like to admit.

Maybe not.

She’s more than a muse, anyway.

My foot hurts a lot.

I must have tore a muscle.

Dunno.

We’ll see about that soon enough anyway.

I’m going with Olivia to Rouen for 4 days.

Real vacations.

You know what I’m talking about.

Right ?

See ya’ fellas.

dRoll #4 : Jogging in the wood

Cuz yeah, I jog.

I mean, you can’t eat 250g of pasta and a good steak without gaining weight and be fat. Especially if you share this meal with a friend and a pack of six.

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Hey there mister squirrel; you were just a meter from me; but when I took my gear you were already at the top of the tree. But well, I got a 300mm on a APS-C camera, therefore a 450mm.

Zooms can be quite handy … sometimes.

When you photoreport and you don’t have time to switch your lenses…

because you can’t move.

because you don’t want to be spotted.

because it takes time…

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I named this one “Self-portrait in the forest”.

I mean, if you want to shoot in the forest, you have to be invisible, right?

Otherwise mister squirrel will run (fly?) away in a second. Lil bastards.

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Okay, so I feel this one’s the best…

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But I feel this one more “readable”. F/2,8 VS. F/4,5.

and a little change of viewpoint, too…

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Welcome to Припять (Prypiat), Ukraine!

I mean, seriously ? What the fuck is that. Besides it’s so tiny I only saw these when I knelt to pack my gear …

look.

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Can’t see it, right ? Well, neither could I until I got on the ground.

Btw, I didn’t look through the viewfinder to make the picture of the thing … with the wide angle, close range. And yeah, it’s the only one I took.

©Mickaël Sya

You can see the doggie near the tree … and the distance that separated me from it. Imagine the leash breaks. Well, I mean, I’d have to run damn fast… God forbid it can jump the fence.

Anyway; that was a small dRoll … including some B&W shots … yeah, summer’s coming back… you know.

Perhaps you don’t… you’ll see what I mean soon enough.

Always liked the U.S. photographer who came from the Southern States … dark; oppressing… and yet beautiful.

Summer’s coming back.

This time without my homey Erwan, but with Olivia.

Things do change; you can’t hold on to it for too long.

Just don’t.

It’s better this way.