They say that one picture's worth a thousand words, I wonder how many words can 101 pictures say
As a photographer one is pretty much always, behind the lens. Luckily, I am surrounded with people who love photography as much as I do, and every once in a while I manage to actually BE in the picture.
These are some of the many memories of my 2011. 101 pictures aren't enough but they are a little window to what my life was last year. I had a great time with friends, near and far and also met incredible people that I know will play an important role in 2012.
All pictures and movie stills shot by Gloria, Tavo, Pablo, Eddie, Pamela, more friends, family and me.
Color, me.
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| That's how 2011 started for me, with my best friend and partner in mischief |
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| Living free. |
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| The endless road. Around 2 am |
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| Tavo and our dear model. |
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| Me. Being me. |
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| Pablo & Pablo |
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| That's a wrap |
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| Friends got me enrolled for a day in Salsa dance lessons without me knowing |
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| Top of the world. Home to dreams, stories under blankets and warm chinese food. |
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| Dorking around with our props for the shoot. Pablo, Eyleen (our stylist and fashion designer) and me. |
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| Eyleen and Tavo. |
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| Eyleen, making everything look perfect. Headband designed and made by her. |
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| The world ceases to exist when I am behind my lens in a way I can't describe |
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| Sun Kiss. |
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Pablo Contreras, a great photographer with whom I work from time to time. For his work visit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/pcshots
For our joint work: http://www.flickr.com/photos/pabloandpablo |
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| Blue 'stache |
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| Eyleen, Tavo and Pablo |
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| That's a (nother) wrap! I'm never too tired after photoshoots. I NEVER WANT TO STOP. |
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| Dorking out with the lights. Me (left) and Otto (right) |
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| Photographing a teenage girl's party, I had a gummy bear and chocolate overdose that night |
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| Neighborhood walks in the last hour of Sunlight |
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| Home movie stills. Eddie, from Walk with Me. |
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| Peaceful naps after meaningful talks, while a summer breeze came through the front door |
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| Pedro. |
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| one of many Saturdays I will never forget |
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| Happiness under the rain |
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| Cooking Pizza that tastes like home. |
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| Warm food with the best of company |
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| One of many days I laughed so much until it hurt just perfect |
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| Shooting the Winter Bloom collection for my dear friend and incredible designer Eyleen Jordan |
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| The lovely designer herself |
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| Projecting my father's memories he took during a trip he made before I was born. |
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| Afternoon walks |
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| Sun filled naps |
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| One of the many lovely talks over coffee and sweet food I had this year |
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| with Eddie and Yoko. Relaxing evenings like this that make the heart content |
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| Basement fun with the near and dear after a great dinner |
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| I live for days like this one. |
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| Bliss |
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| Cooking lessons with my best friend. We made Indian ice cream and more |
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| Gloria's Birthday when we went to see Johannes play with his band |
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"I am going to drive until it burns my bones"
I've lost count of how many late night drives and adventures we've had. A busy city like a beehive during the day, we make it ours at night. And so we feel more alive than ever. |
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| Setting up the props for a shoot |
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| Scouting day |
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| Exploring the city |
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| Us |
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| Adventures with close friends |
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| Coffee with a friend while watching the world move endlessly |
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| The best drummer I know. |
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| The birthday cake Gloria baked for me. Chocolate, orange, spices and her magic touch. Warmth made cake. |
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| Friends that became family |
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| My dear and beloved Monica |
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| Pamela. Guaranteed, she will make me laugh whenever she is around |
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| The day we got stuck in a stranger's garage for several hours due to heavy rain, until it was pitch black. But it never mattered. Good company keeps the heart warm when everything around is cold. |
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| The Stranger's garage. |
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| Sun filled days with rainbow sunsets. Later, a cricket sang a song for us, while our hearts beat like little drums |
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| Picnics in peaceful places |
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| A still from the movie of our life |
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| Familia. |
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| Paquita. Johannes' Chihuaha |
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| The day we went looking for a Christmas tree with Pamela and her boyfriend Jose |
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| Laying in the grass under the cold chilly air |
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| The Road is Home |
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| Like a flame, she is made of Fire. |
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| Chocolate wine |
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| A homely Italian meal to feed our Wanderlust |
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| A gift for me, from a little lion |
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| A present I got on Christmas |
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| 4 am |
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| Christmas Eve. My nephew and niece shooting rays of light |
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| Buried feet under sea and sand |
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| Dancing in the Ocean |
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| The last half hour of 2011 |
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| Writings on the inner roof of my car. I carry my friends and the memories of our days wherever I go |
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True words
THESE ARE THE DAYS - WE LET GO FOR A LIVING |
So many memories and no one with ur sis mmmm
ReplyDeleteOhh MY!!! I can't believe that I lived most of the pics :D Amazing year!!
ReplyDeleteOnce again, amazing! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your lovely comments Teresa! much love from Guatemala <3
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