Story 12/52
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ressurrection
She stands in front of the mirror, her body bare with the exception of the chain she was given. She stares at its entirety, at the firm curve of her stomach, her breasts; the valley between them and the way the metal ring waves softly against it. It reflects the light against the wall, small shadows building where there were none before.
The crown is in her hands. It hurts. The wood pierces her skin, makes the blood flow freely between her fingers. It’s what it’s supposed to do. It hurts just how it’s supposed to hurt.
She’s a prostitute and he dared to love her. And now he’s gone and she is back to the blackness of her ways, of her life, of her body as her instrument of work. Soon enough she will be dancing again, but not now. Now she managed to find this crown before they took him in. She has it and she’s allowing it to hurt just as much as it hurt him. She deserves this. She will always deserve this.
She brings it up to her head and places it, closes her eyes against the pain. That’s when the other woman stands at the door. Her face is a mix of awe and terror, of something so magnificent that she can’t process the information at first.
“Mary Magdalene. He’s back. He came back from the dead.”
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I know. I know this is not how it goes in the Bible, I know Mary Magdalene and a couple other women are the first to find out that Jesus’ body is missing. Just go with it and indulge my highly Hollywoodesque mind, would you?
On Tuesday, I had an inspired day. I locked myself up in my grandmother’s room (also managed to lock myself out in the balcony with my cell phone inside, so I was stuck there in a t-shirt and 7ºC until I found a way to break in, which took about 20 minutes, but I digress) and set up my tripod. I had my batteries charged, my mem card empty and all the time in the world. So I guess my muse paid a visit, because within two hours, I took 605 photos of four different concepts. My favorite was the Mary Magdalene one.
She’s a character I truly love in the Catholic spectrum of mythology. She’s mysterious, she’s sinful and a saint at the same time. I love her, so I thought I’d pay a very… cinematographic homage. I hope you like it.
I’m working hard on the Magazine I talked about last week. Getting people to help and to participate, putting together the structure. I’m counting on the Portuguese artists here on flickr to join me in this project!
This is a series of four, meant to be seen together. The other three photos are in the comments.
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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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joie de vivre (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
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joie de vivre
so she dances, dances to the music that only she can hear. there are fireworks. there are papers falling around her and it’s a song, it’s a tune that she moves in tempo with and the way she flies about the feeling. it’s being in love. it’s spinning and twirling and opening your arms again to the new days that come. it’s there, and it’s made of a word she can’t contemplate yet. yes. she knows it now. joyful.
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this is supposed to be the last of the photos about the dress, at least until February, when I’ll shoot with it again. I really had a blast taking this one and I couldn’t have taken it without my darling. So assistant credit goes to the darling heart of mine, M. B.
Have a wonderful weekend, guys!
And let me just please ask you again: 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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I don’t even have words to describe this photograph. It is so stunning, so free and careless and moving and elegant. It makes me smile and laugh and want to dance and sing, and it makes my heart stir and my eyes shine. So much light, so much love.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/383611f2104daeed8acf3cffca67db9f/tumblr_mgtz0ak9SY1qzvkb6o1_400.jpg)
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safe in my hands [series of three] (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])](http://24.media.tumblr.com/25939d60d5a191ed7babf6085881525b/tumblr_mgmq64mP2T1qzvkb6o1_400.jpg)
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the light on the wall [series of four] (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
Story 15/52
(let’s just ignore the fact I didn’t post last week, okay? I was busy having fun.)
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the light on the wall
The light entered the window and engulfed her body in its entirety. It was warm, gentle like the hand of a lover. She leaned back into the wall and felt the spaces that had been warmed up by the sun, as well as the intervals of light, the cold spots where the rays couldn’t reach. It was strange, slightly enchanting. She had just stopped to rest for a few minutes, but the light had called her in. Now, now it was taking her over. Not that she minded. She was more than happy to be swallowed whole.
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This was my first photoshoot of the year. Having my darling here is inspiring, as you can see. I’ve been shooting every day since the year started and I couldn’t be happier about it.
This is a series of four; the other three are posted in the comments.
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ressurrection (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
Story 12/52
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ressurrection
She stands in front of the mirror, her body bare with the exception of the chain she was given. She stares at its entirety, at the firm curve of her stomach, her breasts; the valley between them and the way the metal ring waves softly against it. It reflects the light against the wall, small shadows building where there were none before.
The crown is in her hands. It hurts. The wood pierces her skin, makes the blood flow freely between her fingers. It’s what it’s supposed to do. It hurts just how it’s supposed to hurt.
She’s a prostitute and he dared to love her. And now he’s gone and she is back to the blackness of her ways, of her life, of her body as her instrument of work. Soon enough she will be dancing again, but not now. Now she managed to find this crown before they took him in. She has it and she’s allowing it to hurt just as much as it hurt him. She deserves this. She will always deserve this.
She brings it up to her head and places it, closes her eyes against the pain. That’s when the other woman stands at the door. Her face is a mix of awe and terror, of something so magnificent that she can’t process the information at first.
“Mary Magdalene. He’s back. He came back from the dead.”
———
I know. I know this is not how it goes in the Bible, I know Mary Magdalene and a couple other women are the first to find out that Jesus’ body is missing. Just go with it and indulge my highly Hollywoodesque mind, would you?
On Tuesday, I had an inspired day. I locked myself up in my grandmother’s room (also managed to lock myself out in the balcony with my cell phone inside, so I was stuck there in a t-shirt and 7ºC until I found a way to break in, which took about 20 minutes, but I digress) and set up my tripod. I had my batteries charged, my mem card empty and all the time in the world. So I guess my muse paid a visit, because within two hours, I took 605 photos of four different concepts. My favorite was the Mary Magdalene one.
She’s a character I truly love in the Catholic spectrum of mythology. She’s mysterious, she’s sinful and a saint at the same time. I love her, so I thought I’d pay a very… cinematographic homage. I hope you like it.
I’m working hard on the Magazine I talked about last week. Getting people to help and to participate, putting together the structure. I’m counting on the Portuguese artists here on flickr to join me in this project!
This is a series of four, meant to be seen together. The other three photos are in the comments.
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my autumn [a new post on the Luminous Photography blog!]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc0azldxSl1qzvkb6o1_400.jpg)
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learn to swim (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])
I have about 30 of these. All photos of the peonies, underwater, and no idea of what to do with them. I chose 7 to post in the comments, but even with these I have a ton left to post. I might post them in the next few days, or wait to alternate with some darker photo.
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I’ve been having a lot of problems with copyright lately. I’ve been finding my photos everywhere without my knowledge, consent or even credit. I had to skim through ten pages on google images, last night, all of them with posts of one of my pieces, in random blogs. I ended the night with tears of frustration.
I would like to tell you again, that my work is not to be taken without my explicit consent. If you’d like to post it on tumblr, please use the share button and post with credit and a link back.
Please, please, PLEASE don’t post any of my work on WeHeartIt.com.
It’s the source of 90% of my uncredited work and a website that I wish was eliminated for good, because it’s ruining a lot of artists’ careers.
Thank you for respecting this. And please don’t make me watermark my photos — it’s the last think I want to do with my artistc work.
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