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Definition 021 | 39 Last Street

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Photography and words by Jonas Dyhr Rask

Camera slung across the chest, closing the door to the apartment behind me, getting hit by the pulsating life and sounds of the vibrant city life.

It was how I really started photographing those 9 years ago. I bought myself an X100 camera, and immediately hit the streets. It evolved from there, that’s for sure. Over the course of two years I got sucked in deeper and deeper. It was almost like an addiction. It was an addiction.

I would get lost in it for hours, days even. I still do.

Street photography has become such an integral part of me, that when I’m not able to practice it at least twice a week its like holding my breath past capacity. It feels like I’m choking.

It doesn’t have to be thematic. It doesn’t have to be documentary. It just has to be.

All the time, it has to be.

Today was the last chance to go shoot in the city before I turn 40 on friday. Looking back at my 30’s they contain all my photographic experiences. When I was 30 I shot my first street shots. It’s crazy to think about, so I try not to. I don’t want to dwell. I want to push forward. Look forward.

So today, I did what I do at least twice a week.

I drive to the city, camera slung across the chest, closing the door to the car behind me, getting hit by the pulsating life and sounds of the vibrant city life.

I breathe.

I photograph.

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(all shots shot during an hour this afternoon. Shot on the X-Pro3 with the XF35mm f/1.4)

In The Second City of the Empire

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I’m a street photographer, and for me that equates to candid pictures without asking permission. But for this latest Kage assignment, I wanted to get out on the street and ask if I could take peoples portrait. I went out with a Hasselblad 500c/m with an 80/2.8 and an X-Pro2 with a 50/2. I wanted to capture the men of Glasgow with as much character on their faces as possible.

An old man near the train station was causing a bit of a commotion with a piece of religious artwork. Although he looked impoverished, he had actually commissioned an artist to create this painting and having just collected it (on his wheelchair), he wanted to show it off.

I was given a poem about a female athlete by the man with the silver hair and I was asked on several occasions if I was from the press. People are suspicious about cameras these days. It seams that if you shoot with anything other than a phone, you must be press or up to something dodgy, even with an old Hasselblad.

Around one in three said yes to having their portrait taken. In the end I only used two shots from the Hasselblad due to a problem with the lens. Medium format film or a 1.5 crop sensor, can you tell which two are from the Hasselblad without looking at the metadata?

October 17, 2018 at 11:50 pm (Tokyo, Japan)

Photography and words by Jonas Rask

Ending the study of capturing the mundane everyday.
Ending the stories that lie in everyday living.
Ending the narration.

In Japan. A place that for me is not mundane, nor everyday.
But for some it is indeed.
Mundane everyday
Everyday Living,

Ending the narration.

October 10, 2018 at 10:10 pm (Maarslet, Denmark)

Photography and words by Jonas Rask

I have a thing with numbers. I guess it is what drives my sanity in times of chaos. Its about absolute order of things. It has been like that for as long as I can remember. I always excelled at math instead of linguistics. I chose the mathematical line in high school, and obviously ended up in medschool. So numbers are a big factor in my life.
The Chronicle 90 journey is almost at the end of its lifespan. Again it was a quest of numbers. 90 days. 1 post a week.
Next week I’ll be visiting Fujifilm in Tokyo, so this week is all about preparing for that trip. Mostly about dates, hotelsbookings, time schedules, etc. You know…. the numbers.

So imagine my delight when I saw todays date.

10 images today. On 10/10. At 10:10

Now that is a journal entry in its own right. Regardless of story.

October 3, 2018 at 06:26 pm (Maarslet, Denmark)

Photography and words by Jonas Rask

Last week was ‘Kina 2018 week. As I’m sure you probably know by now I was there giving 3 talks. So was Bert, Patrick and Kevin along with many others from the Fujifilm “family”. Yes I call them family, cause that is actually what it feels like to be around this particular group of people. It feels safe. I feel that I can be myself. I have strong feelings towards many of them. So yes, this is just like a family relationship.
I’m humbled beyond words to be able to have this in my life. I’m grateful for everything that it brings me. This is so far from what I expected when I took up photography those almost 10 years ago.

As with any great thing in life that must come to an end, the withdrawal effect can be overwhelming. And thats what I’m going through this week. Withdrawal.
I force myself to pick up my camera, but the mood of it all is rather dark. So I go with the flow, and do what my slumbering overloaded creative brain wants me to do. I embrace it.

So today is dark. Today is abstinence. Today is longing.

September 26, 2018 at 07:33 pm (Cologne, Germany)

Photography and words by Jonas Rask

Seeing old friends, making new ones.
This is the part I like.
This is what brings a smile to my face.
The rest resembles a charade

September 19, 2018 at 06:39 pm (Mårslet, Denmark)

Photography and words by Jonas Rask

Seeing old friends, making new ones.
This is the part I like.
This is what brings a smile to my face.
The rest resembles a charade