Wednesday, 7 September 2011

I slept in Annie Liebovitz's bed.

While traveling in Portugal, a number of years ago, I checked in to a Pousada, Portugal’s version of a quaint B&B. Exhausted from a long, crowded flight, I flopped myself onto the bed and happened upon the room’s guest book.

Opening it, my eyes locked onto the last 2 signatures on the page:


“Annie Liebovitz and Susan Sontag had just stayed in my room! In this bed!" I thought to myself.
Before allowing myself to look up and read their entry, I thought of all the meaningful things they could have possibly written.

"The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people's reality, and eventually in one's own."


"A thing that you see in my pictures is that I was not afraid to fall in love with these people."


And then I read the thoughts that these two intellectual giants had left in the room's guest book...

“What a beautiful room. And wonderful people.”


Not exactly the moment of enlightenment I was expecting to receive but I suppose that even these two photographic monoliths are entitled to like a comfy room too. But as the years have passed, Annie and I have crossed paths again as I have had the honour of being accepted in this year's very prestigious American Photography, for the following series.

Past winners include: Mary Ellen Mark, Edward Burtynsky, and of course, Annie Liebovitz. Which is what made me recall our Pousada interlude. And no one can prove that I rubbed this camera all over those sheets for luck. No one!

Camera that was on the same sheets as Annie and Susan.