Saturday, December 31, 2005
Friday, December 30, 2005
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
I need your help!
We always hear the negatives about living in the poor side of this country, they get paid little, they don’t save money, and they live in unhealthy and hazardous environments. I agree and have witnessed it to be true. Yet people, I have realized, do not have a true understanding or appreciation of the people in Jordan. In spite of all that’s bad, there is all that’s good as well and that has to come through. Not to be too broad, but even around the world the average Middle Eastern is rarely presented in a colorful manner.
In Express, Positively! I will focus more on what is positive, and on what is good. In the very little time I have spent with people from outside of Amman, I have come to learn about a different kind of happiness, I saw authenticity, reality, love, purity even appreciation of simple things. I in Express, Positively! I will try to capture that, to wipe off the dust lying over the positives in our locals. It's a project a campaign that will need the help of all of us.
Express, Positively!
"Adding more color to our black and yellow streets."
Please give me ideas and or suggestions, anything. This is a project that needs to be done by many.
In Express, Positively! I will focus more on what is positive, and on what is good. In the very little time I have spent with people from outside of Amman, I have come to learn about a different kind of happiness, I saw authenticity, reality, love, purity even appreciation of simple things. I in Express, Positively! I will try to capture that, to wipe off the dust lying over the positives in our locals. It's a project a campaign that will need the help of all of us.
Express, Positively!
"Adding more color to our black and yellow streets."
Please give me ideas and or suggestions, anything. This is a project that needs to be done by many.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
I'm swallowing chestnuts look at me,
and now for yet another outrageous hairdo...
Allow the yawning ants a napping afternoon.
I can't stop my self from chewing on my palms,
Call me anxious I call myself Fredrik
I'm going away tonight, yes in my mighty dreams,
Ala'a il Deen promised a rug, on merry threads I will fly,
Lift me away, "Screw Santa's sled, I can't wait till Christmas comes or till Christ dies" I'm going to moist lands now,
I'll meet many kings and marry queens in purple, I'm wearing heavy gold. I can break a neck without a lace,
Hello virgin oil,
Where is my wand I need magic to redefine beauty to the obese, children, allow my voice to be heard, I dedicate this to the remaining merchants in Vietnam, it’s day, not midnight, my pupils have gone astray, a cat I am for my eyes can mourn,
Chew grandfather, it’s a cheesecake with many barriers from wild fridges, its a sadists' delight, god bless the failing of mental institutions.
I'm swallowing chestnuts look at me, yes that's me in the light shade behind the palm tree, over there giggling my brain cells dry, chew-chop that trunk you retarded squirrel, feed the rabbits vibrant flesh and force them to make love,
Speak to me Alice, yes in Arabic, and then take me to your wonderland, shed tears on my back! Tea time! Yes, my cup is hot! Away from my pot you smirking elf, smile again and I'll take your hat,
When will the night fall, it's been daylight for so long. Come rooster don’t be afraid, create oozing echoes and awaken all that breathes, this is freshness of mountains without their dew, wake up! The lousy elephants have arrived, there's a change in the atmosphere, its raining mercury now. Warn the mammals it's slippery, need not run but glide.
Allow the yawning ants a napping afternoon.
I can't stop my self from chewing on my palms,
Call me anxious I call myself Fredrik
I'm going away tonight, yes in my mighty dreams,
Ala'a il Deen promised a rug, on merry threads I will fly,
Lift me away, "Screw Santa's sled, I can't wait till Christmas comes or till Christ dies" I'm going to moist lands now,
I'll meet many kings and marry queens in purple, I'm wearing heavy gold. I can break a neck without a lace,
Hello virgin oil,
Where is my wand I need magic to redefine beauty to the obese, children, allow my voice to be heard, I dedicate this to the remaining merchants in Vietnam, it’s day, not midnight, my pupils have gone astray, a cat I am for my eyes can mourn,
Chew grandfather, it’s a cheesecake with many barriers from wild fridges, its a sadists' delight, god bless the failing of mental institutions.
I'm swallowing chestnuts look at me, yes that's me in the light shade behind the palm tree, over there giggling my brain cells dry, chew-chop that trunk you retarded squirrel, feed the rabbits vibrant flesh and force them to make love,
Speak to me Alice, yes in Arabic, and then take me to your wonderland, shed tears on my back! Tea time! Yes, my cup is hot! Away from my pot you smirking elf, smile again and I'll take your hat,
When will the night fall, it's been daylight for so long. Come rooster don’t be afraid, create oozing echoes and awaken all that breathes, this is freshness of mountains without their dew, wake up! The lousy elephants have arrived, there's a change in the atmosphere, its raining mercury now. Warn the mammals it's slippery, need not run but glide.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Pictures I took of Female Boxers, Jordan
These are the girls
These are the coaches
in action
This I did for Dagens Nyteheter.
Thank you Cecilia and Lotta.
These are the coaches
in action
This I did for Dagens Nyteheter.
Thank you Cecilia and Lotta.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Monday, December 12, 2005
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Regarding those labeled as "7afartaly".
Inspired by Lulus' comment,
I feel exactly the same, seeing how someone else paints, draws or writes allows viewers a view of their minds, that's a privilege. All human experiences are unique and worthy of sharing. Things can still be beautiful even when they don't appeal to us. We must learn to appreciate all things. Especially here in Amman where classes are gaping further and concepts are evolving.
Think of a local female, veiled and poor living in the Balad (downtown) and falls in love with a man selling gum down the street, it is a love story, its just as good as any another. See the beauty in it. See how her own definition of seduction and creation of temptation is; think about her waking up looking at the mirror dumping on loads of different shades of red and green makeup to look more beautiful, to her, to him, this is how a female impresses a guy.
Instead of the lame comments many make about how far she is from the civil western world, or how a veiled girl (most likely forced) wears makeup! People should become appreciative of our locals, think about the gum selling lad, he sees her every now and then, he shows off to his friends about knowing her. He fantasizes about her in those cloths and this make up, and prays her father allow that they marry. To him she is beauty, to me that's beauty as well.
Many people here in Amman have come to only intercept one standard of beauty. Beauty and art are diverse; they are in everything even in those they label as"7afartaly". Those using such terms are should be suffocated for they suffocate me. (Someone please translate the term). Noura commented beautifully on a photo I took of “Fashion in Madaba” I recommend you read.
Appreciate Jordanian culture, this is what I try to do, this is what I try to understand, and this is what makes visits to different places in Jordan more enjoyable and rewarding. Photographing beauty in the eye of the beautiful. People should seek beauty in everything to appreciate this country and culture; after all it is not the culture of the upper class that makes this country beautiful.
Paulo Coelho is not my favorite author, but in his book the Alchemist, in the introduction, he spoke about how the most genuine alchemists are those that do not know recognize they were, beauty can implied on locals in a similar way.
Beauty is in the door mans un-matching winter clothing, in the loads of gel on a paper boys hair, in the fonts of Arabic love letters have, in golden teeth, in the Ja3ed on Taxis, in the gangsters tone of car maintenance personals, in Ridaky ya Oumy stickers, in how people mix the pronunciations of B and P.
What do you think?
I leave you with this picture now It was meant for another post, but I thought it serverd here a higher purpose.
I feel exactly the same, seeing how someone else paints, draws or writes allows viewers a view of their minds, that's a privilege. All human experiences are unique and worthy of sharing. Things can still be beautiful even when they don't appeal to us. We must learn to appreciate all things. Especially here in Amman where classes are gaping further and concepts are evolving.
Think of a local female, veiled and poor living in the Balad (downtown) and falls in love with a man selling gum down the street, it is a love story, its just as good as any another. See the beauty in it. See how her own definition of seduction and creation of temptation is; think about her waking up looking at the mirror dumping on loads of different shades of red and green makeup to look more beautiful, to her, to him, this is how a female impresses a guy.
Instead of the lame comments many make about how far she is from the civil western world, or how a veiled girl (most likely forced) wears makeup! People should become appreciative of our locals, think about the gum selling lad, he sees her every now and then, he shows off to his friends about knowing her. He fantasizes about her in those cloths and this make up, and prays her father allow that they marry. To him she is beauty, to me that's beauty as well.
Many people here in Amman have come to only intercept one standard of beauty. Beauty and art are diverse; they are in everything even in those they label as"7afartaly". Those using such terms are should be suffocated for they suffocate me. (Someone please translate the term). Noura commented beautifully on a photo I took of “Fashion in Madaba” I recommend you read.
Appreciate Jordanian culture, this is what I try to do, this is what I try to understand, and this is what makes visits to different places in Jordan more enjoyable and rewarding. Photographing beauty in the eye of the beautiful. People should seek beauty in everything to appreciate this country and culture; after all it is not the culture of the upper class that makes this country beautiful.
Paulo Coelho is not my favorite author, but in his book the Alchemist, in the introduction, he spoke about how the most genuine alchemists are those that do not know recognize they were, beauty can implied on locals in a similar way.
Beauty is in the door mans un-matching winter clothing, in the loads of gel on a paper boys hair, in the fonts of Arabic love letters have, in golden teeth, in the Ja3ed on Taxis, in the gangsters tone of car maintenance personals, in Ridaky ya Oumy stickers, in how people mix the pronunciations of B and P.
What do you think?
I leave you with this picture now It was meant for another post, but I thought it serverd here a higher purpose.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Monday, December 05, 2005
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Picture I took of "The Make Up"
For this to make sense, you must first see this.I had to make them make up.
Friday, December 02, 2005
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Jeeran.com
These are their offices
This is their Logo
It's nice to see companies really implementing their theme. I am moving there soon, for many reasons, #1 reason is Blogger is way too slow.
This is their Logo
It's nice to see companies really implementing their theme. I am moving there soon, for many reasons, #1 reason is Blogger is way too slow.