A World That Others Can't See... with Facundo Bustamante

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Our role as photographers is to capture a world that others can't see, and in this process, we leave a little bit of us in every photo that we take. In a way, every single one of our photographs is also a portrait of ourselves.

In this series, A World That Others Can't See, I ask fellow photographers to talk about an image from their portfolios in order to discover the stories behind their work and to learn about the person behind the lens.

For the ninth post of the series, Facundo Bustamante talks about his new photography project in which he explores family homes and the relationship between memory and space.

Facundo says: "This image belongs to my personal project called ‘Yapeyú 70’. I’ve been re-exploring a very special house to me: where my mother’s side of the family lived, where I enjoyed wonderful care-free moments of my childhood and also where many important and moving events of my life took place before I migrated from Argentina to the UK.

I wanted to treasure those corners that meant a lot to me; memories and feelings that - even though it may sound as dramatic as a tango- were brought back to the present when I visited that house for the last couple of times in my life.

I’m very thankful I got to photograph those spaces in its final stage; just before the house was sold. And just before another story started taking place; the one that the new inhabitants will live. Where new corners, new memories and feelings will happen as well as new pictures will be taken in what will become a new home.

How wonderful is life, right? We are a collection of stories; I believe we are the kind of persons we are right now because of the stories we’ve been through in our lives, including the second that has just passed. It’s a cycle: we make choices, take actions, live, build memories and experience feelings which altogether make us the people we are today. And yet there’s more to come!

What I find fantastic about photography, and any other type of art, is that each piece generates sensations to every spectator. In a way, I find that feelings are personal and universal at the same time. Of course, each of us has particular and absolutely personal emotions. However, feelings put us all at the same level and I love that. After all, or to put in better terms- before anything we are human beings with feelings; no matter our race, ethnicity, gender, sexual orientation, religious beliefs or age etc.

I suppose I’ve turned this description very philosophical (sorry JC!) but actually, it’s what I feel not only about life and this project but also about this particular image I’ve decided to share. Since this image is related to feelings and the stories in it.

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Unfortunately, I still don’t have a title for the picture. And actually, it is one of my favourites from the project; I guess because somehow there’s a part of my story in it. I love the light coming through that textured glass and curtain; and how it ‘falls’ over the basket and the rest of that oven’s multiple volumes.

It transports me to times where I wasn’t even born and makes me wonder about the hands using that oven, the meals cooked there, the people (my great grandparents) who enjoyed that tiny kitchen and how that kitchen stayed lonely and empty for so many years.

I like the balance of the empty spaces in the frame where the shadows take place. I mostly work with natural light. This was a tricky one, though, as the interiors weren’t bright enough and I didn’t have a tripod with me. I hand-held my camera, positioned my legs, arms and body for the best possible stable pose (feel free to imagine that as a human-tripod-antenna structure, I won’t blame you), I held my breath and took the frame.

I shot on digital (Canon 5D Mark IV with my 50mm 1.4 Sigma ART lens) but I handled the whole project thinking as if I were shooting it on film, so I didn’t take loads of images; I wanted each take to be unique. It was a very intimate approach.

Not having a tripod, my shutter speed was depending on my handholding skills which, even though they are ‘respectable’, my ISO had to go higher than I wanted to; so technically it wasn’t great. But there’s not absolute perfection and that is good. It’s interesting how having certain ‘limitations’ is a positive thing and it even helps us. I believe these ‘restrictions’ let creativity emerge bringing richness to our work.

Today I was re-listening to Gabrielle Motola’s conversation with Rhiannon Adam; episode 3 of her super interesting podcast ‘Stranger Curiosity’ and it was so inspiring. Coincidentally, they were talking about photography and how “…the real photography has very little to do with the equipment and technicality of it…” and - even though it made me feel better about my high ISO- I bring this up because it’s related to what I was talking about earlier: the feelings, meanings and approaches involved in our work as photographers. Sharing and presenting in your picture, “…what you’re attracted to, how you see, what you look at…”, and also your personal interpretation, the way you say what you say.

I’m still working on this project which will become a book. Who would have thought, when the different stages of that house were built, that certain corners and spaces would have been special enough for someone to photograph and feature them in a book? Well, that’s another story; maybe told in a photograph someday."

Thank you so much, Facundo, for sharing this heartwarming story with me! I can't wait to see this project when it's finally finished.

You can learn more about Facundo's work at www.facundobustamante.com


If you haven’t read the previous posts of this series, you can check the whole series here.

Photo credit: portrait of Facundo Bustamante © 2018 JC Candanedo.

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The Path To Diversity Can Be Painful

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Promoting inclusiveness and trying to make all the projects that you work on as diverse as possible is no easy feat. You encounter a lot of resistance, not only from people who oppose diversity but also from people whose levels of inclusiveness are not the same as yours. However, if the aim is trying to create an inclusive society, we must accept the fact that people who don’t think like us should also have their place in society in order for our communities to be truly diverse. In terms of equality, the term diversity means “the inclusion of different types of people in a group or organization.” But, where do we draw the line?

I used to think that the line was easily drawn on anything that attempted against human rights. Any form of hatred is inadmissible. But as simple of a rule as it might seem, the nuances make it more complicated. When trying to explain to certain people that words can kill and that a comment that might seem innocent can be very hurtful or can even lead to someone taking their own life, I’ve been told that I don’t have a thick enough skin. Referring to someone or a group of people with derogatory terms, not only has implications for the affected person but also sends the wrong message to those who might find the support they crave for their discriminatory practices.

At times, promoting diversity and calling out on inequality can hurt. Especially when the people with opposite opinions to yours are family members or close friends. You just can’t understand how someone who has your own blood or whom you love so much would not be as concerned for human rights as you are. This reality has sent me down a spiral of disappointment and rage many times in my life. Even in the present, it is sometimes really hard to breathe deeply and have patience whenever a person close to my heart says something really awful against women or against a specific ethnic group.

Personally, the reason why it hurts so much is that I have also been affected by discrimination myself. I’m a gay-forty-something-year-old-atheist-immigrant, so I’m constantly facing homophobia, ageism, anti-atheist discrimination and xenophobia. What’s even worse, I am also a very empathetic person so whenever I see someone facing discrimination I can completely relate to the pain.

But, I can’t let the pain cloud my judgement. I believe that the biggest mistake of the political correctness era of the ‘80s and ‘90s was to ostracize anyone who didn’t think like us because what happened was that they all united forces and came back fighting stronger than ever in the recent years. I believe now that if you have been a victim of discrimination, or if you are an ally of any group affected by discrimination, you cannot discriminate against others yourself. Even if that means that you have to include those who think completely different to you. You can’t fight hatred with hatred.

I’m not saying that we should condone discriminatory practices or allow space for hate speech. All I’m saying is that if we really want to be inclusive, everyone must be welcomed. Otherwise, we risk becoming hypocrites by doing exactly the opposite of what we preach.

Besides, we are in desperate need of allies and if we want the support from groups that have never been marginalized, we can’t start our request for help with rage. We must fight discrimination and be very angry about inequality, but we must use that anger to fuel our fight and not to rule out possible allies. I know it’s easier said than done, but being someone who has felt discriminated by those close to me many times while growing up I can tell you that, had I let my rage inform my relationship with them, I would probably be all alone now.

Photo credit: behind the scenes taken by Andrzej Gruszka.

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