Hidden Places

Avondale, Auckland NZ 2012 (photo credit: Christian Espinoza)

Explore in your own backyard.

Or go walkabouts to places unknown, get lost and figure out your way back. Venture out for a surprise like I do (usually with my camera in hand and a stash of film).

I was on assignment by Metro Magazine to get images from several markets in Auckland City, including the pic shown here taken in Avondale Sunday market. More of a flea market, there were hidden gems everywhere. Finding people of all shapes and sizes, looking for knick-knacks, fresh vegetables, and some clown heads to toss balls at in exchange of prizes.

I have a genuine love of people, and when I am behind the camera I feel I create a sense of closeness. Maybe it’s more of a desire for something raw. When I don’t have a camera I notice I keep my distance and am considerably more reserved.

Wherever you find yourself, notice your instinctual responses. This self discovery can happen daily, it needn’t wait or become monumental. This daily reflection process has helped develop my work and the way I approach my practice.

No one moment is most important. Any moment can be something.”

– Garry Winogrand

The End of Man

Avondale Markets, Auckland 2011 (Photo Credit: Christian Espinoza)

The man who cluttered his life.

He filled his home with stuff. He filled his mind with stuff.

Collections and catalogues worthy of a museum, adorned the walls of his house. His bathroom a shrine to newspapers of old, and his kitchen a mecca of plates and bowls but no food.

Soon the cracks began to form and the man would slip though those cracks. The mountain would to erode, and like a smashed piñata exploding its insides, the man became no more than a broken, empty shell.

To look at him was to look through him.

He was lost in his home with all of his stuff.