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naked back against a tree trunk (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
18/?
this title was suggested by darling heart. she might have been mocking me.
had a lovely afternoon photographing with Joana, and this is one of the pics that came out.
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Other suggestions were:
- Bark.
- Tree Love
- Hug a tree.
- NEKKID!
- Leaning with Shoulder against Tree in Opened Dress
- BARK!](http://25.media.tumblr.com/63f6af55689554820e47454684c9febc/tumblr_mnbp8vK1Zm1qzvkb6o1_400.jpg)
naked back against a tree trunk (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
18/?
this title was suggested by darling heart. she might have been mocking me.
had a lovely afternoon photographing with Joana, and this is one of the pics that came out.
Other suggestions were:
- Bark.
- Tree Love
- Hug a tree.
- NEKKID!
- Leaning with Shoulder against Tree in Opened Dress
- BARK!
because it was a special date, today, because I love her so, and because this photo always makes my heart feel a little bit warmer.
I miss it so much right now. So very much. The house and the light and the warmth that is you and me and us together.
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eighteen (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
2/?
eighteen
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This picture means so much to me. It’s the light in my life that I need so badly right now. That face and that smile and those crinkly lines and the eighteen months that I’ve spent enjoying them and cherishing them. I hope the next eighteen will be even better.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/07bea22d6ebfcfa9cbd2d01f5a50c2c1/tumblr_mm4v52BlpA1qzvkb6o1_400.jpg)
eighteen (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
2/?
eighteen
This picture means so much to me. It’s the light in my life that I need so badly right now. That face and that smile and those crinkly lines and the eighteen months that I’ve spent enjoying them and cherishing them. I hope the next eighteen will be even better.
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in your hands (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
1/?
I don’t know what this is. I know I want to start photographing daily again and I’m not sure of what to do. A 365 is a little bit too much for me right now, and 30 days seem… short. I might not have time to shoot on weekends. So I don’t know. I’m just going with the flow here.
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The greatest photographer in the world in my humble opinion is starting a new daily project! :D Look out for dreamy eyes and soft skin, for delicate hands and shining hair, for fairiedust freckles and sultry lips!This will be a photography series for the warm-hearted and the strong-willed, for the dreamers dancing through life!
Check it out on Flickr and like it on Facebook! Follow her on Twitter and reblog it on Tumblr! ;) <3](http://24.media.tumblr.com/249abe8e99d4d53c2e6fc6576727e76a/tumblr_mm2udocpIS1qzvkb6o1_400.jpg)
in your hands (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
1/?
I don’t know what this is. I know I want to start photographing daily again and I’m not sure of what to do. A 365 is a little bit too much for me right now, and 30 days seem… short. I might not have time to shoot on weekends. So I don’t know. I’m just going with the flow here.
The greatest photographer in the world in my humble opinion is starting a new daily project! :D Look out for dreamy eyes and soft skin, for delicate hands and shining hair, for fairiedust freckles and sultry lips!
This will be a photography series for the warm-hearted and the strong-willed, for the dreamers dancing through life!
Check it out on Flickr and like it on Facebook! Follow her on Twitter and reblog it on Tumblr! ;) <3
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the wait (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
Story 27/52
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the wait
The music swivels, goes high and low, soft and thunderish in the air. She sits, waiting for her turn, her shoes on her feet and her skirt around her waist. She’s waiting to see if she got it, if she did it. If she was meant to be in this place. But she doesn’t have to be told that, really.
she knows it herself.
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I hope you like this one. I hadn’t used my ballet shoes in a while.
Have a wonderful weekend! :)
[the credit for the two textures used is on my profile page]
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I will keep asking: do not blog my photos without credit AND linking back; do not use weheartit.com to bookmark my photos and please please PLEASE don’t instagram my work. Thanks to those of you who respect these requests.
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the wait (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
Story 27/52
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the wait
The music swivels, goes high and low, soft and thunderish in the air. She sits, waiting for her turn, her shoes on her feet and her skirt around her waist. She’s waiting to see if she got it, if she did it. If she was meant to be in this place. But she doesn’t have to be told that, really.
she knows it herself.
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I hope you like this one. I hadn’t used my ballet shoes in a while.
Have a wonderful weekend! :)
[the credit for the two textures used is on my profile page]
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I will keep asking: do not blog my photos without credit AND linking back; do not use weheartit.com to bookmark my photos and please please PLEASE don’t instagram my work. Thanks to those of you who respect these requests.
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the girl and the camera (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
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the girl with the camera
All she knows is how to look. How to lower her head and allow her eyes to get lost in the square of light, in the way things move, in the mirrored paths she can build with that object. She sees everything, perceives everything. She is powerful, when she’s holding it, there’s nothing in the world that can beat her.
That’s how she feels, anyway. It might not be the same way the rest of the world sees her, it might not even be the way her loved ones see her. But that’s how she feels when she’s holding that camera. Invincible.
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I am so sorry I’ve been so absent! I’ve been traveling (Barcelona is lovely and my darling says hi!) and I had no time to dedicate to selfies, other than the typically touristic ones. I know, I know. It’s silly. But I’m back on track and I bring you a brand new photo!
We have reached the middle of the path, my friends. This is week 26, only 26 more to go until I’m done. And I think it’s time for a bit of a change.
I’ve been living in the shadow of my previous work. I’ve been trying and trying to get my photos to be as pleasing, for myself, as those from last year were, and I’ve been failing at that. One of the only times I felt I was on track was with the last ‘52 Stories’ shot I posted — and with the lukewarm reception the photo had, well — it kind of tore me down. This isn’t your fault, though. Us artists are temperamental, needy creatures. We may have a handful of popular images, but if you don’t like the one we find more amazing, we throw ourselves into the drain. It’s part of the deal and it’s kind of pain I welcome — it means that I still care.
But these past two weeks have allowed me to think about this, to think hard about what I want to do. I photographed a lot. I kept those photos to myself and I’m only releasing a couple (the 52S of this week included) — but those are photos that I took in a sort of hail Mary way: I was looking at my old portraits and got suddenly tired of having to constantly work around a concept. Why can’t I just take a picture the way I want to, the way I feel, these days? Why does everything have to be charged with meaning, with depth, with a sadness that I don’t always feel but seem to force myself into, so I can create?
This is supposed to make me happy, not sad. Not aggravated when I have to post, not insecure. I mean. It will, that’s for sure. But I can try to make an effort in the other direction, right?
It’s not going to be easy. I will probably have a majority of pictures that will fail with the public. I will probably want to throw myself off a bridge every Friday, but if I do, it will be because I tried. It won’t be because I’m in autopilot anymore.
So this picture is a bit of a result of that. This is my attempt at a vintage shot — not in an ‘instagram’ kind of way, but in a way that actually looks like it was taken in the 60’s or 70’s — grain and soft blur included. The story is my story, like an old version of myself. It does have meaning, but it’s not overbearing with it. Thank goodness.
I’ll probably need your help in the next few weeks. I’ll need your support, too. And I want to say again that I’m unbelievably grateful for each and every one of you who follows this account and comments, likes, etc. You guys mean the world to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
On a different note, I’m doing a print giveaway on my on my facebook page! Don’t forget to participate!
[the credit for the two textures used is on my profile page]
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I will keep asking: do not blog my photos without credit AND linking back; do not use weheartit.com to bookmark my photos and please please PLEASE don’t instagram my work. Thanks to those of you who respect these requests.
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the girl and the camera (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
Story 26/52
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the girl with the camera
All she knows is how to look. How to lower her head and allow her eyes to get lost in the square of light, in the way things move, in the mirrored paths she can build with that object. She sees everything, perceives everything. She is powerful, when she’s holding it, there’s nothing in the world that can beat her.
That’s how she feels, anyway. It might not be the same way the rest of the world sees her, it might not even be the way her loved ones see her. But that’s how she feels when she’s holding that camera. Invincible.
———
I am so sorry I’ve been so absent! I’ve been traveling (Barcelona is lovely and my darling says hi!) and I had no time to dedicate to selfies, other than the typically touristic ones. I know, I know. It’s silly. But I’m back on track and I bring you a brand new photo!
We have reached the middle of the path, my friends. This is week 26, only 26 more to go until I’m done. And I think it’s time for a bit of a change.
I’ve been living in the shadow of my previous work. I’ve been trying and trying to get my photos to be as pleasing, for myself, as those from last year were, and I’ve been failing at that. One of the only times I felt I was on track was with the last ‘52 Stories’ shot I posted — and with the lukewarm reception the photo had, well — it kind of tore me down. This isn’t your fault, though. Us artists are temperamental, needy creatures. We may have a handful of popular images, but if you don’t like the one we find more amazing, we throw ourselves into the drain. It’s part of the deal and it’s kind of pain I welcome — it means that I still care.
But these past two weeks have allowed me to think about this, to think hard about what I want to do. I photographed a lot. I kept those photos to myself and I’m only releasing a couple (the 52S of this week included) — but those are photos that I took in a sort of hail Mary way: I was looking at my old portraits and got suddenly tired of having to constantly work around a concept. Why can’t I just take a picture the way I want to, the way I feel, these days? Why does everything have to be charged with meaning, with depth, with a sadness that I don’t always feel but seem to force myself into, so I can create?
This is supposed to make me happy, not sad. Not aggravated when I have to post, not insecure. I mean. It will, that’s for sure. But I can try to make an effort in the other direction, right?
It’s not going to be easy. I will probably have a majority of pictures that will fail with the public. I will probably want to throw myself off a bridge every Friday, but if I do, it will be because I tried. It won’t be because I’m in autopilot anymore.
So this picture is a bit of a result of that. This is my attempt at a vintage shot — not in an ‘instagram’ kind of way, but in a way that actually looks like it was taken in the 60’s or 70’s — grain and soft blur included. The story is my story, like an old version of myself. It does have meaning, but it’s not overbearing with it. Thank goodness.
I’ll probably need your help in the next few weeks. I’ll need your support, too. And I want to say again that I’m unbelievably grateful for each and every one of you who follows this account and comments, likes, etc. You guys mean the world to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
On a different note, I’m doing a print giveaway on my on my facebook page! Don’t forget to participate!
[the credit for the two textures used is on my profile page]
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I will keep asking: do not blog my photos without credit AND linking back; do not use weheartit.com to bookmark my photos and please please PLEASE don’t instagram my work. Thanks to those of you who respect these requests.
The light in the woods #photoshoot #photography #parquedacidade #oporto #porto #igpt #igporto #igers #igpros #igdaily #ignation #igmasters #igporto #igpt #igportugal #iphone4s #iphonesia #iphoneonly #iphonegraphy #afterlightapp #bestoftheday #igpopular #instagood #instaawesome #instasaturday
IT’S A BEARCUBPUPPYDOLL!
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the big bad wolf (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
Story 24/52
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the big bad wolf
Little Red turned to the mirror in a swift movement, but she wasn’t shocked. It was exactly what she expected. Her face had grown forward, her ears had become pointy and covered in hair. The Wolf was coming out, but somehow she still sported the thin red cape. She would always sport the thin red cape.
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This is part of a new project I’m working on, obviously based on fairytales. I was going to refrain from posting until it was complete, but I’m kind of in love with it. I hope you like it as well!
[this is an obvious shout out to Once Upon a Time’s storyline about Little Red actually being the wolf]
Have a great weekend!
And don’t forget to like my page on facebook! I’m almost at 2,000 fans and I will do a print giveaway when I reach that number!
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I will keep asking: do not blog my photos without credit AND linking back; do not use weheartit.com to bookmark my photos and please please PLEASE don’t instagram my work. Thanks to those of you who respect these requests.
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the big bad wolf (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
Story 24/52
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the big bad wolf
Little Red turned to the mirror in a swift movement, but she wasn’t shocked. It was exactly what she expected. Her face had grown forward, her ears had become pointy and covered in hair. The Wolf was coming out, but somehow she still sported the thin red cape. She would always sport the thin red cape.
———
This is part of a new project I’m working on, obviously based on fairytales. I was going to refrain from posting until it was complete, but I’m kind of in love with it. I hope you like it as well!
[this is an obvious shout out to Once Upon a Time’s storyline about Little Red actually being the wolf]
Have a great weekend!
And don’t forget to like my page on facebook! I’m almost at 2,000 fans and I will do a print giveaway when I reach that number!
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I will keep asking: do not blog my photos without credit AND linking back; do not use weheartit.com to bookmark my photos and please please PLEASE don’t instagram my work. Thanks to those of you who respect these requests.
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not art (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
Story 23/52
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not art
Don’t do it pretty, make it ugly. No, not like that. That’s too well done. That’s too clear, you need it to be less obvious. How do you get that? Blur it. Don’t make it easy for me to look at. Don’t make it nice. Make it artistic. What’s art? I don’t know, but it’s not that. If people like it, you’re doing it wrong. Just make me hate it. Make me hate you. make it blurry. No, you’re not naked, so you won’t go anywhere. That picture you just put ten hours into and have a bruise to show for? Nothing. Another picture of a terrace with a chair? Everything. Just do it in film. Just do it in a way that it looks like you weren’t actually trying to create, but depicting a reality that everyone sees, everyone can photograph, but you think it’s special and somehow, we all think it’s too, simply because you yelled ‘it’s art’! Use art as an excuse for bad quality. Like the ugly and the unwillingly imperfect — because when it’s imperfect on purpose it doesn’t count — it just counts when you can’t do it any better but you still call it art. Just talk about in a pretentious way, that’s what makes it art. That’s what makes the academic people like you. that’s what makes it work. that’s what galleries want, nudes and blurs and broken film. because we couldn’t all do that. well, maybe we should.
or maybe we should just stop hoping we ever make it in the Art world.
Because fuck you, that’s why.
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I’m just frustrated at some of the replies I’ve been hearing. Apparently, if it’s not photography that looks like it was taken in the seventies, it’s not good photography. If it’s not blurry past the point of recognition, it’s not photography. If it’s nice, if people like it, you should rethink it.
That makes me want to let this whole thing fuck itself and become a farmer.
What happened to art letting us create our own world?
Yeah, right.
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I will keep asking: do not blog my photos without credit AND linking back; do not use weheartit.com to bookmark my photos and please please PLEASE don’t instagram my work. Thanks to those of you who respect these requests.
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not art (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
Story 23/52
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not art
Don’t do it pretty, make it ugly. No, not like that. That’s too well done. That’s too clear, you need it to be less obvious. How do you get that? Blur it. Don’t make it easy for me to look at. Don’t make it nice. Make it artistic. What’s art? I don’t know, but it’s not that. If people like it, you’re doing it wrong. Just make me hate it. Make me hate you. make it blurry. No, you’re not naked, so you won’t go anywhere. That picture you just put ten hours into and have a bruise to show for? Nothing. Another picture of a terrace with a chair? Everything. Just do it in film. Just do it in a way that it looks like you weren’t actually trying to create, but depicting a reality that everyone sees, everyone can photograph, but you think it’s special and somehow, we all think it’s too, simply because you yelled ‘it’s art’! Use art as an excuse for bad quality. Like the ugly and the unwillingly imperfect — because when it’s imperfect on purpose it doesn’t count — it just counts when you can’t do it any better but you still call it art. Just talk about in a pretentious way, that’s what makes it art. That’s what makes the academic people like you. that’s what makes it work. that’s what galleries want, nudes and blurs and broken film. because we couldn’t all do that. well, maybe we should.
or maybe we should just stop hoping we ever make it in the Art world.
Because fuck you, that’s why.
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I’m just frustrated at some of the replies I’ve been hearing. Apparently, if it’s not photography that looks like it was taken in the seventies, it’s not good photography. If it’s not blurry past the point of recognition, it’s not photography. If it’s nice, if people like it, you should rethink it.
That makes me want to let this whole thing fuck itself and become a farmer.
What happened to art letting us create our own world?
Yeah, right.
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I will keep asking: do not blog my photos without credit AND linking back; do not use weheartit.com to bookmark my photos and please please PLEASE don’t instagram my work. Thanks to those of you who respect these requests.
Video of Lina and myself in Berlin, last week! I hope you guys like it.
(also, I think she’s the loveliest, prettiest, most adorable creature to ever grace the Earth. I think you can tell by the video. *giggles*)
(no I am not, she is! *blushes*)
If I am ever famous enough to have a retrospective done on my career/life, this photo has to be a part of it. It just makes me so, so happy. #smallerthanfour #love #photography #bnw #blackwhite #mac #laugh #mylina
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but to succumb (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
Story 22/52
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but to succumb
The roses fall around her neck and she shudders as the thorns find themselves embedded in her skin. But it doesn’t hurt. It’s a sweet, sweet numbess that accompanies them. A soft call. ———
There it is. I escaped the square format for a second.
I’ll be off to Berlin to see my darling next monday! I’m so nervous for the plane, as always. But I’m excited!
Have a glorious weekend! Have fun and laugh a lot! :)
I will keep asking: do not blog my photos without credit AND linking back; do not use weheartit.com to bookmark my photos and please please PLEASE don’t instagram my work. Thanks to those of you who respect these requests.
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but to succumb (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
Story 22/52
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but to succumb
The roses fall around her neck and she shudders as the thorns find themselves embedded in her skin. But it doesn’t hurt. It’s a sweet, sweet numbess that accompanies them. A soft call.
———There it is. I escaped the square format for a second.
I’ll be off to Berlin to see my darling next monday! I’m so nervous for the plane, as always. But I’m excited!
Have a glorious weekend! Have fun and laugh a lot! :)
I will keep asking: do not blog my photos without credit AND linking back; do not use weheartit.com to bookmark my photos and please please PLEASE don’t instagram my work. Thanks to those of you who respect these requests.
199/365
I can’t believe you actually stood up there. I mean, now I know what it looks like. And I know it can’t have been easy for you. AND I KNOW THAT WAS COMPLETELY INSANE WHAT WHERE YOU THINKING YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN YOURSELF KILLED WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
But totally worth it.
