Something to make you think…
I’ve been thinking an awful lot in the past few days whether I should post this entry or not. I tried to hold back but I couldn’t do it any longer. It’s been bugging me for the past week or two now, I might as well take it out of my chest and get it done and over with. Will it make an impact? If I post it on my blog, will someone… somewhere… do anything about it? Will someone… somewhere take it as seriously as I do or will my readers forget about it and shove it to the backburner? More importantly, is there anything I *could* do about it? I have so many questions on my head I’m quite lost on what my next step is. Ok, fine, whatevs, I’m not really lost; in fact, I did a few things already but I have this nagging voice inside that tells me that I could do more and I could do better.
What you are about to see after the jump is probably the most moving image I personally have ever captured on my camera. Fuck them damn blond wigs, heels, fur, wheelchairs and handbags. I have lost countless hours of productivity because of this photo — and the story behind it. Click click click!
The day before Christmas eve, I was planning to go out around town, suitcase with lots of shit in tow at the back of the car to take photos for a new and upcoming magazine… make a little collage, that sort of thing. Y’all should know by now that I love taking random, crazy photos so it should be simple and effortless, right? I really had my entire day planned out: take photos, do last minute holiday shopping, visit friends, have dinner with a friend, etc.
The traffic was so bad that day I spent hours in the car. I thought I’d open the window, smoke a cigarette or two and start snapping pictures of what I see on the motorway.
A few minutes later, I saw this young, very young naked girl who got out of the window of their shack — about 15 or 20 meters (45 – 60 feet) above ground!!! YES!!! Their wooden house was built on top of a brick wall. I had no idea where the hell she was going… she was trying to get out of the house to go somewhere. I dunno.
Anyway, her foot/leg got trapped in the Chanel quilt-like criss-cross fence for a minute or two. She had no slippers/shoes/whatever so for all you know, she could be stepping on garbage, broken glass, pieces of metal or what have you.
Hmm why is her left leg smaller than the right leg?
I have a huge ass, high-resolution version of that picture so I can see more details in spite of the blur from my car’s movements.
Isn’t that outrageous???? The risk this little girl is putting herself into is absolutely insane. She could be stepping on nasty shit… and look at those wires — the blue and red wires could be electrical wires, no? Also, the wall is smacked right beside the motorway… it’s not gonna be a pretty picture if she fell, god forbid.
To cut the story short, I felt absolutely horrible the entire day. MAJOR BONER KILLER, I’M TELLING YOU.
Which is strange because I take the same route EVERY TIME I go to the city… the same route I’ve been taking for YEARS.
I know I should be desensitized to things like this… heck, after all this time in the third world, I like to think I’m immune to it but no… it really DOES get to you when something so gut-wrenching like this is right in front of your face and in your camera. I know I encounter shit like this on a day to day basis and I don’t need to go far to see crap like this but one simply cannot (and should not) play blind, deaf and mute forever when reality slaps you on the face.
Extreme poverty is an integral part of my country’s DNA. One could
paint a rosy picture all they want but even the thickest slab of MAC
concealer won’t hide the humiliating existence of such crap.
Now don’t get me wrong. Wherever in the world you might be, we all have our own personal crosses to bear. We all have our own
problems, health, family, love, whatever we need to attend to and we
all have bills to pay at the end of the day. Shit, I don’t even log on
to my brokerage accounts anymore to check how my portfolio is doing.
When the markets end with a red instead of green, you just know it’s
time to reach out for the happy pills!!!
The point that I’m trying to make here is that although we may think
we’re doing "bad" or we’re not
getting every single thing we want, there are people out there who are
doing far worse than us. People whose main challenge in life is NOT to
get a pair of fuschia Lanvin high-top sneakers or how to burn those
8,000 calories from the venti-sized Starbucks non-fat, no whipped
cream, soy frappuchuchumocchaccino… but the CHALLENGE TO SURVIVE. God look at me go on a moral high horse and listen to me spit this bullcrap as if I didn’t knew about it till now. LOL.
It was so depressing.
I’ve had many sleepless nights the past week and my holiday season was somehow ruined because of it.
It’s been a busy week alright (my bloated gut will tell you otherwise) and believe it or not, I still have lots of unopened presents. If I encounter one more person whether online or real life asking me what I got for Christmas I’m gonna start shooting people Columbine-style.
It **IS** kinda sad that because of that particular image, it made me assess my current state of life and try to put things to perspective.
IQONS magazine is coming out next month, February 2008. The launch party is during New York fashion week and copies are going to be distributed in New York, London, Milan and Paris. Their pilot issue features Ruben & Isabel Toledo, John Galliano, Iman, Debbie Harry, Ruben & Isabel Toledo, Jean-Charles de Castelbajac and Franca Sozzani. Her royal highness Diane Pernet is Editor-in-Chief. Get yourselves a copy (or two) — it would be interesting to see if I’m there! LOL.
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