Tsjip - In Memoriam.

He was an old dog. He was a nice dog. He was a crazy dog. He barked when he should not. He digged holes where he should not. He went swimming when he should not. And he was getting tired. Very tired. And a bit fuzzy in his head. The story goes that lots of young Tsjips are running around in Brasschaat, dating back from the days when he was young and wild, and still had his balls.

I knew it was about time I made some pictures of him, last week, on Thursday night. I did not get out my flashes - he hated them, was scared of them, thought it was some kind of lightning (which it is, of course - never underestimate the brain of our friend the dog).

The next day, now a week ago, he nicely went to sleep. Forever. Bye Tsjip.

Walking down the street one day

I was walking down the street one day, oh yeah oh yeah. Looking for victims. Nothing really happening. It takes courage, you know, and inspiration, to walk up to some stranger and say : "Can I ask you something?" "I would like to make a picture of you, is that OK?" Anyhow, I was giving up all hope of having a productive afternoon when this guy walks up to me and asks me whether I would be willing to make a picture of him. And how much that would cost.  I took him around the corner and made this portrait of him. Alseny is his name. He is from Guinnée, has only been living here in Borgerhout for a couple of months, and studies Chemistry in Liège.

For those who care : one on axis second curtain sync flash and a rather slow shutter time.