When I saw the two old chairs it was much like a small metaphore of our days, and what they are converted to by the new shining economy that only cares about maximum profit. It is no more work, it is "career". No more social insurance but "bonus pack". And no more personal office but "human resources". I could imagine just about anything but I never had the idea of being a resource. Much like soylent green! I like it, I like it!
And so the human was downgraded to a "resoure", possessed from companies that hire and fire at will. Not to mention that at 40 you are automatically "too old" for them, and thus disposable. And so the raptor version of absolute capitalism was spread over the earth. Thanks heaven we are led by such brilliant minds and we live in such great times, in which some few decide and buy and sell whole nations. And in front of such big games who are we to demand to be treated as human beings. We are resources. We get grasped, used, and finally thrown away. Fabulous!
I wish the writing on that papier, "To be thrown away", was visible, but still I find it OK to post.
Gustavo, I guess you meant I went for your kind of symbolism. But I am not sure. The translation machine makes your message quite hard to understand this time. Strange. Sometimes the translations are OK, sometimes they are a chaos. Which demosntrates that language is not grasped by any finite number of algorithmic rules - again Goedel! ;-)
Anyway, it is what *is*. And as such I only can expect that it is not your kind of image. But remember: Empty symbolism just for the fun of it will not take you anywhere. Symbolism in the sense of realism *could* take you somewhere. (Possible but not necessary.)
It's all about real world, Gustavo, and I don't live in fantasies. I live here and now!
Oh yes, the chairs look exactly like the used, misused, and finally kicked out "human resources", Visar! It is what they made of us. After the cosmetic lies that they sing as hymnes in front of us about our "importance" and "bright careers", they simply though us away. You see the garbage bin behind the wall - that's the unemployment office! ;-)
I see them every day, those kicked out people in disappointment and hopelessness "filling up forms, standing in line", as Billy Joel has once said. I see them being persuaded that they don't count. I see the faces of resignation. And I must sympathize with all those humans that have been converted to "resources" by those fat faces that you often speak about. "Resources" we are? "Resources" they make of us - until we break out.
It is a good thing, sometimes, to be a destructionist, provided one directs the wrath. Provided it is not burn everything just for the fun of it. The nostalgy for any past time won't be of any use, since we all simply *are* the children of *our* times. But the resistance will be of use. The inner resistance against that kind of attitude from the side of those fat faces that want to convince me, to make me believe I am a "resource" that has to fulfill their needs. That's why I dictate *my* conditions when they call me for a new job. If they can meet them, I do that my way. Or else I send them to Coventry with the advice to come back to me when they have something better than their "diplomatic hymnes to my skills" for convincing me to start doing something I don't even care about, just for ensuring their expectations of maximum profit.
Just observing what goes on without any false beautifications. It's human resources, allied forces, company joins and divorces, and we get downgraded to "material". As our celebrated and beloved capitalism says, when you don't need some "resource" anymore, you just kick it out. ;-)
La foto no me gusta, pero el about y los símbolos que pusiste son muy fuertes y significativos, te estarás contagiando de ese tal Gust@vo Sch3v3rin?...ja...ja... Ponemos fotos aquí fundamentalmente para expresarnos, eso es lo que a mí me interesa...leeré con detenimiento tu about!
but these chairs are old Nick, they cannot comfort the soft fleshy butts of those who eat McDonald ready made burger while going through the leaves where the fate of ours is destined..... phewwww... such a Huxlian world. I hope some ketchup falls on them pages so their hungry tongues while licking it, takes some of the letters too which approved his/ her upgrading. but even written papers are oldfationed anymore!!
on the other side, i see a trend lately, of going back to the 'glorious past', fifties and sixties and seventies.... which i find utterly pretentious, and it is only done for the sake of it- supposedly stylish, which i agree, but i would not like things to end there with only nostalgy and fency-shmency attitudes.
well... under such circumstances one becomes a nihilist, a destructionist, all for a new beginning- like the dance of Shiva-- which many times was manipulated and distorted and resulted with such devestating results of mass destruction-- though, you need not much time to realise that it is all so simple---
anyways, this reminds me of the snake that bites its tale.
greetings from an oldfashioned loverboy, cheers, v.
Hey Nick, phew what an about you wrote down :) I first found it a very humoristic shot and then I read your intro....yes I can see the metafore too. So this is a humoristic and serious shot altogether. Photographicly speaking the tonal range and contrast are very good! 7 Good job,
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