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Enjoy your heart beats.

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Mon, 31 Dec 2012 08:28:59 -0800

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Estoy lejos de la fotografía hace 4 años.

Canción Sefardí.

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Tue, 18 Sep 2012 21:40:22 -0700

Ritoré posted a photo:

Sentaillo en una piedra
Delante pasa su vida
y arrugaitas las manos.
Ay ay

Ya esta oscureciendo el día
Destellos brillantes y rubes
Nubes blancas en su cabeza
Ay ay.

Despacito se levanta
volviendo su cabeza
para atrás
Ojos tristes y apagados
Ay ay.

Caminando entre la hierba
Sombrero para atrás
ya está oscureciendo el día.
Ay, ay.

Autorretrato, disparado por Moreno Muñoz.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnYkkZijWNc

Inspirado por la florescencia de mis últimos días.

Elevación

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Wed, 22 Aug 2012 18:23:51 -0700

Ritoré posted a photo:

Detrás de los hastíos y los hondos pesares
Que abruman con su peso la neblinosa vida,
¡Feliz aquel que puede con brioso aleteo
Lanzarse hacia los campos luminosos y calmos!

Aquel cuyas ideas, cual si fueran alondras,
Levantan hacia el cielo matutino su vuelo
Que planea sobre todo, y sabe sin esfuerzo,
La lengua de las flores y de las cosas mudas!

HDR.
Obscurantist Tales series.

Modelo: Eunice de Casting Models.
Vestuario: Teatro Colón.
Maquillaje: Nadia Kosh.
Styling: Sebastián Ritoré.

Monica Lehder. "Every man has a woman who loves him."

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Thu, 23 Jun 2011 15:16:56 -0700

Ritoré posted a photo:

Just a simple... Love story.

Every man has a woman who loves him
In rain or shine or life or death
If he finds her in this life time
He will know when he presses his ear to her breast

Why do I roam when I know you're the one
Why do I laugh when I feel like crying

Every woman has a man who loves her
Rise or fall of her life and death
If she finds him in this life time
She will know when she looks into his eyes

Why do I roam when I know you're the one
Why do I run when I feel like holding you

Every man has a woman who loves him
If he finds her in this life time
He will know...

Yoko Ono - John Lennon.
1984.

Asistencia: Francisco Beltrán.
Maquillaje: Juan Pablo Ruiz.

Memory Lane.

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Mon, 13 Dec 2010 10:13:57 -0800

Ritoré posted a photo:

It's quite a gamble to speak out of place
Those things could kill you but so could your face

What occupies me, pays a low rent
Because fondness makes the heart grow absent

These things I say, may seem kinda cruel
So here's something from my heart to you
Looking at you, reminds me of looking at the sun
And how the blind are so damn lucky

Those holes on your face could be used better ways
Breathing's a distraction when you chatter away

These things I say, may seem to be lies
To seem risque, or sensationalize

And too many people can remember your name
Always walking you down memory lame

These things I say, may seem to offend
But not half as much, as I'd like to intend
Listening to you, reminds me of
A motor's endless drone
And how the deaf are so damn lucky

I'd be happy, if life came to a stall
Then I wouldn't need my senses at all

These things I say, might seem out of line
But day to day, I'm right every time
Looking at you, reminds me of
Looking at the sun
Too long

You'll find
That in no time
You'll be talking to yourself
Along with everybody else
Then you'll despise
The look in their eyes
It may be difficult to tell
If your looking at yourself
And you look fine
If you don't mind
That gaping hole that's on your face
A black hole that's out of place
And out of time
In a tight bind
To find something smart to say
When a silence comes your way

Jim O'Rourke.

Biological.

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 20:08:16 -0700

Ritoré posted a photo:

Thousands of hairs
Two eyes only
Its you

Some skin
Billions of genes
Again its you

XX XY
That's why it's you and me/

"Biological". Air

Modelo: Laura Tobon
Styling: Monica Piñeros
Asistencia: Simon Gutierrez

Juan*

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 20:08:16 -0700

Ritoré posted a photo:

"Fashion victim"

www.flickr.com/esajuan
www.esajuan.com

Modelo: Santiago Ayerbe
Asistencia: Monica Piñeros

Julieta Suárez

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 20:01:34 -0700

Ritoré posted a photo:

Fall / Winter 2010

Modelo: Carolina Retat
Maquillaje: Alex Ospina
Asistencia: Natalia Toro
Asistencia fotografía: Simón Gutierrez

Julieta Suárez

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 20:01:33 -0700

Ritoré posted a photo:

Fall / Winter 2010

Modelo: Catalina Giangradi.
Maquillaje: Alex Ospina
Asistencia: Natalia Toro
Asistencia fotografía: Simón Gutierrez

Julieta Suárez

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 20:01:33 -0700

Ritoré posted a photo:

Fall / Winter 2010

Modelo: Carolina Retat
Maquillaje: Alex Ospina
Asistencia: Natalia Toro
Asistencia fotografía: Simón Gutierrez

Julieta Suárez

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 20:01:33 -0700

Ritoré posted a photo:

Fall / Winter 2010

Modelo: Carolina Retat - Catalina Giangrandi.
Maquillaje: Alex Ospina
Styling: Monica Piñeros
Asistencia de producción: Natalia Toro
Asistencia fotografía: Simón Gutierrez

2010.

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 16:27:39 -0800

Ritoré posted a photo:

Recreation in the first instance of reflection.
Inspiration about the "coincidence" in the date numbers.
Chambers in the streets.
Steaming pipes.

Model: Sabina Mari.
Styling: Katharine Polk.
Make up and hair: Kristen Arnett & Anneliese tieck.

Port Jefferson ny.

Never Met a German...

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 12:17:11 -0800

Ritoré posted a photo:

Never met a German
Never even seen one
i Read it on the newsstand that day
That the tanks were rolling

Next thing I remember is that I’m walking in the army
Following instructions it isn’t very charming

Even now I feel like I’m on fire
Oh - even now I couldn’t get much higher

Now I am a general and I am giving out the orders
I almost have an orgasm when the tanks are rolling
Crashing through the borders

It’s good to be a general
Just tell these idiots what to do
Anyone in my position would love it to I say:

- even now I feel like I’m on fire
Oh – even now I couldn’t get much higher

Never
Now I am a German

Brazilian Girls. from the album "Talk to la bomb"

Didi Gutman.
NYC. 2009.

The Alchemist Apprentice (Episode # 3)

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 15:48:56 -0700

Ritoré posted a photo:

Playing with Gold and with "The Luckiest power number"

Reminding my first stairway to heaven step ....

Ms. Hilary Farrell.
At the Chelsea Hotel.

The magnificent seven.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BbDVsR9cPSo

The Book of Love. (Episode # 2)

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 23:06:47 -0700

Ritoré posted a photo:

Model: Laudy Vog.
Make Up: Anneliesse Tieck.

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything
The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know
But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings

Peter Gabriel (The book of love)

Black Episode. (Episode # 1)

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 20:46:33 -0700

Ritoré posted a photo:

Model: Laudy Vog.

They're pacing Piccadilly in packs again
And moaning for the mercy of a never come rain
The suns had enough and the simmering sky
Has the heave and the hue of a woman on fire

Shop shutters rattle down and I'm cutting the crowd
All scented and descending from the satellite towns
The neon is graffiti singing make a new start
So I look for a plot where I can bury my broken heart

No, I know I won't forget you
But I'll forget myself, if the city will forgive me

The man on the door has a head like Mars
Like a baby born to the doors of the bars
And surrounded by steam with his folded arms
He's got that urban genie thing going on

He's so mercifully free of the pressures of grace
Saint Peter in satin, he's like Buddha with mace
He's so mercifully free of the pressures of grace
Saint Peter in satin, he's like Buddha with mace

No, I know I won't forget you
But I'll forget myself, if the city will forgive me
No, I know I won't forget you
But I'll forget myself, if the city will forgive me

Do you move through the room with a glass in your hand
Thinking too hard about the way you stand
Are you watching them pair off and drinking them long
Are you falling in love every second song

Do you move through the room with a glass in your hand
Thinking too hard about the way you stand
Are you watching them pair off and drinking them long
Are you falling in love...
Are you falling in love...
Are you falling in love every second song

No, I know I won't forget you
But I'll forget myself, if the city will forgive me

Elbow. "Forget Myself"

Angelica Blandón.

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Sat, 22 Aug 2009 20:28:01 -0700

Ritoré posted a photo:

Long time ago.

A long time ago, we used to be friends
But I haven't thought of you lately at all
If ever again, a greeting I send to you,
Short and sweet to the soul is all I intend.

A, ah-ahh-ahh-ahh

The Dandy Warhols "We used to be friends"

Sergent Garcia

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 00:07:23 -0700

Ritoré posted a photo:

Nueve vidas, yo quiero nueve vidas,
Para amarte dia y noche yo quiero nueve vidas,

Si un gato puede tenerlas, yo quiero también quiero vivirlas,
La vida es muy corta yo quiero que me den más.

e suis un chat errant, miaulement après miaulement,
Je reste sous ta fenêtre pour te donner la sérénade,
Je ne m'épuise jamais, le Sergent c'est de la vitamine !
Donne-moi ton amour ma chérie, je veux que tu m'en donnes plus
Encore et encore, chaque jour encore et encore,
Encore et encore, chaque nuit encore et encore,
Et jouissons d'amour pendant des siècles,
Si j'ai de l'amour c'est pour t'en donner jusqu'à ce que le monde explose.

Thank to Yuzzy Acosta.
Monipi.

Beach story.

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 13:11:12 -0700

Ritoré posted a photo:

She´s Sitting on the beach, without palms, without buildings, without life at her side.
The sun is waiting for her..
Soon you will see dawn

Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There's more to the picture
Than meets the eye.
Hey hey, my my.

Out of the blue and into the black
You pay for this, but they give you that
And once you're gone, you can't come back
When you're out of the blue and into the black.

Neil Young.

Modelo: Maria José Pajares.
Asistencia: Juan Camilo Ritore

Foreing Telepathy

nobody@flickr.com (Ritoré) — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 21:57:30 -0700

Ritoré posted a photo:

Y aqui estoy de nuevo dando la cara al destino, mirando a los ojos de quienes creen conocerme y quienes verdaderamente me conocen. Aqui estoy, poseido por la sobriedad, poseido por la realidad constante que en los ultimos dias de mi vida me dejan simplemente en silencio...
Aqui, a la espera de todas estas verdades sinceras que creo que me acompañan hoy y me acompañaran por siempre..

If we're having so much fun, how come I'm crying every Monday? Is it just to cancel out the laughter from Thursday 'til Sunday? I spend the next two days in bed and wonder what it's all about, and when I start to feel okay I know it's time to go back out. I've had the same look on my face for the last two lonely years. Twenty-four months of bargain pills, cheeky lines and stolen beers. In all the pictures that I've got, my eyes are so black and wide, and if you look long enough you'll see there's not much life inside. A new host for my heart is what I thought I'd never find but fate, as always, intervened. And now I've got a girl in mind, and I'm meeting her next week when we get back home to Glasgow. That's if we even make it and don't get buried in the Dutch snow. And if my instincts are right, I will fall in love and then we can have a laugh from time to time, but you won't see me there again. When I get home in the morning, Trisha's hosting a debate - If you don't like the fish you're catching then you've got to change the bait.

Arab Strap
Chat in Amsterdam
" winter 2003" to "spring 2009"