Silent faces, loud bodies
Theatrical actors are taught that emotions are expressed by gestures, and gestures start from the core of one’s body and unravel through their limbs. And, finally, they are painted on one’s face. In photography, posing
Tom Bertolotti | Portrait & Commercial Photographer in Redondo Beach, LA
Theatrical actors are taught that emotions are expressed by gestures, and gestures start from the core of one’s body and unravel through their limbs. And, finally, they are painted on one’s face. In photography, posing
Tom the photographer, Tom the doctor in philosophy, and Father Tom the disappointed religious scholar finally coexisted in an icon. The images were ludicrous at first, but the more you looked at them the more sense they seemed to make. …
On Tuesday I got to spend more time with an old friend of mine: the California 1. Contrarily to what one could assume (or at least to what I assumed), the State Route 1 does
Social media abounds with posts tagged #californiadreamin. Santa Monica sunsets, Downtown dusks, lazy afternoons in Melrose, crisps brunches at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Malibu. San Diego. There, you are California Dreaming’. And if you have
This is a small study into the colors of Los Angeles. When you think of Los Angeles, and Coastal Southern California, you think of a warm mix of yellow, turquoise, purple and blue. And, basically,
I brought my 100-400 lens to the beach earlier as Anne-Claire and I ordered pizza from a new truck on the Esplanade. A few minutes ago I was looking at my idle captures, I zoomed
Most good art deals with Time and Death. This has been the case since the Ancients invented Art. “What about Love?” you might wonder. When art is good, love is a function of time and death. Think of Shakespeare: all of his (their?) dramas about love are ultimately tales about death and time and how the two are joined in a ribbon. Time, timelessness, but also timeliness. Death, mortality, or (the unlikely) lack thereof. …
I’ll try to keep this short, as a postcard. My first batch of postcards have arrived! I don’t see them simply as postcards: to me, they are mini-artworks. If you are old (or hipster) enough,
I’ve been toying with this idea for a while. To take a drone shot of the magnificent sunset in Redondo Beach. It is intimidating. Flying your drone is always intimidating. I like to say that
“Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.” Nightswimming is one of the songs I love to listen to when I drive at night. It’s a dreamy song by the R.E.M. (from the 1992 album Automatic for the