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Tuesday, 12 October 2010
Friday, 9 April 2010
Back in the late 90' Yoga was an inspiring practice so full of insights and high on realisations. Many of my students ended up in a TTC (teachers training course) to prepare themselves for a teaching career. It was adventurous and, for some of them, rewarding. The London Health Clubs got filled with a new generation of good teachers who needed somewhere to practice. I did support my best team to refine their skills in these clubs because, under difficult circumstances, they had to prove themselves successful. Some of my close teachers had even further goals: they wanted to open Yoga Centres. One of them, Felicitas Kursh, married in London with a druid ceremony an american farmer and soon after settling in Ohio US opened a Yoga Centre. Amazing times ...
Sunday, 31 January 2010
My restless youth was governed by the consuming urge to find my place in life, to find the inner connection with myself. I couldn't remain still for long because sooner or later the burning reality within me would surface and propel me forward into a fresh search. My strong middle class conditioning to conform forced me into places and situations that would jar my deeper feelings and lead them to rebellion. "Who am I?' is still digging into the deepest part of me... will I know before my last breath?
Friday, 29 January 2010
It was 1969 when I became officially a professional photographer. I had finally achieved what I wanted to be for some troubled years. London was buzzing and so was the blood in my veins. I was still living in a bedsit in Kensington Old Brompton Road. A house I loved deeply and where I had so much fun photographing the various characters sharing it with me. The tiny room had my enlarger on a table, a gas ring on the floor for my food and the chemicals to process and print the films stored under my bed. Whenever I had visitors I would burn incense
to cover the smell of chemicals. Money was scarce but life intense...
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
January is always such a difficult month, demanding and confusing. I feel that I should be doing more and faster to embrace the promising new year. Lots of expectations and few results, unfortunately. A ghostly shadow is following me around everywhere I go, a kind of miserable alter ego, who is awaiting for the chance to trip me and ruin my act. I have not been able to get to my computer and write to my blog, in fact, because I feel pretty empty with little to say and even replying to emails is a gigantic task of concentration. Well ...the end of the month is in sight.