Europese jongen in Suriname verkleed als Popeye / European boy in Suriname dressed up as Popeye / Seorang anak laki-laki Eropa di Suriname berpakaian Popeye, circa / sekitar 1935

Europese jongen in Suriname verkleed als Popeye / European boy in Suriname dressed up as Popeye / Seorang anak laki-laki Eropa di Suriname berpakaian Popeye, circa / sekitar 1935

Image by KITLV Collections
Talloze familiealbums bevat de fotocollectie van het KITLV. Lange tijd was er weinig aandacht voor dit type materiaal, maar de laatste tijd zijn de albums ontdekt als een goede bron bij het beschrijven van de sociale en culturele verhoudingen in de koloniën. Ze verschaffen een intieme inkijk in het dagelijkse leven. De strip- en tekenfilmfiguur Popeye verscheen vanaf 1929 en werd in korte tijd populair. De tekenfilms vertonen telkens hetzelfde sjabloon: Popeye de zeeman en Brutus, zijn vijand, nemen het tegen elkaar op om het hart van Olijfje te veroveren. Popeye delft steeds het onderspit. Dan krijgt hij op de een of andere manier een portie spinazie die hem superkrachten geeft en hem in staat stelt Brutus te verslaan. Even is dit jongetje op de foto zelf Popeye. Misschien kijkt zijn Olijfje buiten beeld bewonderend toe.

The photo collection of KITLV contains countless family albums. For a long time this kind of material was overlooked, but lately the albums have been rediscovered as a reliable source for the description of the social and cultural relations in the colonies. They provide an intimate view into daily life. The comic and cartoon character Popeye made his first appearance in 1929 and became popular in a short space of time. In every single episode the cartoon follows the same formula: Popeye the sailor and Brutus, his enemy, take a stance against each other in order to win the affections of the damsel Olive. Popeye always comes off worst in their first clash. Then in one way or another he gets hold of a tin of spinach, which gives him superhuman strength and enables him to defeat Brutus. For a moment this little boy in the picture is Popeye himself. Perhaps out of the shot his Olive is looking on in admiration.

Jumlah album foto keluarga dalam koleksi foto KITLV tak terbilang. Selama periode yang cukup lama hampir tidak ada perhatian untuk jenis bahan ini, tetapi belakangan album-album tersebut makin sering digunakan sebagai sumber yang baik untuk menggambarkan hubungan sosial dan budaya di daerah jajahan. Album ini menyuguhkan pemandangan yang intim ke dalam kehidupan sehari-hari. Popeye, tokoh buku komik dan film kartun, timbul pada tahun 1929 dan menjadi populer dengan segera. Film kartun membawakan pola yang sama: Popeye si pelaut dan musuhnya, Brutus, bersaingan demi menawan hati Olijfje. Popeye kalah terus. Kemudian, bagaimana pun dia mendapat seporsi bayam yang memberikannya kekuatan super dan membuatnya mampu mengalahkan Brutus. Untuk seketika, bocah pada foto ini menjadi Popeye sendiri. Siapa tahu, di luar gambar, Olijfje memandangnya dengan kagum.

Duck in Snow Pond at Bolu Mountains

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I remember Márton character at the famous work of Swedish author Selma Lagerlöf, and also TV cartoon series, The Wonderful Adventures of Nils, in original, Nils Holgerssons underbara resa genom Sverige, 1906.

This is not Márton!... This is a funny white duck at the half frozen pond at snowy Bolu Mountains near a motel. It lives with duck family. They can't fly away like Márton and geese because they are too heavy to fly. However they are well fed and protected... The same dilemma as Selma Lagerlöf described.

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Athens, Jun 2011 - 42

Image by Ed Yourdon
And off they go...

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When we hear the phrase “first impression,” we tend to think of a person. Was the politician I recently voted for as inspiring when I heard his first speech as he was years later? (More so, sadly.) Was the girl that I married as beautiful at 13 as she was years later, in her twenties and thirties? (Yes, and yes.) Did Bob Dylan’s Blowin’ in the Wind send more of a shiver down my spine in 1963 than it did when I heard it drifting from a car radio 45 years later? (No. It stops me dead in my tracks every time I hear it.)

It’s not just people that make first impressions on me. Cities do, too, perhaps because I encountered so many of them while my family moved every year throughout my childhood. Or perhaps it’s because, after seeing so many cities that I thought were different in the United States, I was so completely unprepared for the wild variety of sights and sounds and smells that I encountered as a grown man, when I traveled to Europe and South America, to Africa and Asia and Australia. And even today, there are cities that I’m visiting for the first time, and which continue to take me by surprise.

Athens is one of those cities. I don’t know what I was expecting… Something old, of course, something downright ancient, filled with smashed statues and marble columns like Rome, engraved with unreadable inscriptions in a language I never learned — but probably not as ancient as Cairo. Something hot and noisy and polluted and smelly, perhaps like Calcutta or the slums of Mumbai. Something gridlocked with noisy, honking traffic congestion, perhaps like Moscow.

What I didn’t expect was the wide, nearly-empty highways leading from the airport into the city. I didn’t expect the cleanliness of the tree-lined streets that ran in every direction. I did expect the white-washed buildings and houses that climbed the hills that surround the city — but the local people told me that buildings in Athens were positively gray compared to what I would have seen if I had stayed longer and ventured out to the Greek islands.

I also didn’t expect the graffiti that covered nearly every wall, on every building, up and down every street. They were mostly slogans and phrases in Greek (and therefore completely unintelligible to me), but with occasional crude references in English to IMF bankers, undercover policemen, a politician or two, and the CIA. There were a couple slogans from the Russian revolution of 1917, from the Castro uprising in Cuba, and even from the American revolution (“united we stand, divided we fall.”)

Naturally, I thought all of this had come about in just the past few months, as Greece has wrestled with its overwhelming financial crisis. But I was told by local citizens that much of the graffiti has been around for quite a bit longer than that – just as it has been in cities like New York and London. Some of it was wild and colorful, with cartoon figures and crazy faces … though I don’t think it quite rises to the level of “street art” that one sees in parts of SoHo, Tribeca, and the East Village in New York. What impressed me most about the graffiti in Athens was its vibrant energy; I felt like the artists were ready to punch a hole through the walls with their spray-cans.

These are merely my own first impressions; they won’t be the same as yours. Beyond that, there are a lot of facts, figures, and details if one wants to fully describe a city like Athens. Its recorded history spans some 3,400 years, and it includes the exploits of kings and generals, gods and philosophers, athletes and artists. There are statues and columns and ruins everywhere; and towering above it all is the breath-taking Acropolis. It’s far too rich and complex for me to describe here in any reasonable way; if you want to know more, find some books or scan the excellent Wikipedia summary.

It’s also hard to figure out what one should photograph on a first visit to a city like Athens. It’s impossible not to photograph the Acropolis, especially since it’s lit at night and visible from almost every corner of the city. I was interested in the possibility of photographing the complex in the special light before dawn or after sunset, but it’s closed to visitors except during “civilized” daytime hours. It’s also undergoing extensive renovations and repair, so much of it is covered in scaffolding, derricks, and cranes. In the end, I took a few panorama shots and telephoto shots, and explored the details by visiting the new Acropolis Museum, with the camera turned off.

Aside from that, the photos you’ll see here concentrate on two things: my unexpected “first impression” of the local graffiti, and my favorite of all subjects: people. In a couple cases, the subjects are unmistakably Greek – Greek orthodox priests, for example – and in a couple cases, you might think you were looking at a street scene in São Paulo or Mexico City. But in most of the shots, you’ll see examples of stylish, fashionable, interesting people that don’t look all that much different from the people I’ve photographed in New York, London, Rome, or Paris. Maybe we can attribute that to the homogenization of fashion and style in today’s interconnected global environment. Or maybe we can just chalk it up to the fact that people are, well … interesting … wherever you go.

In any case, enjoy. And if you get to Athens yourself, send me some photos of your own first impressions.

Glyptodons on parade!

Image by guano
(not my photos) this pic proudly pilfered from mek.oszk.hu/02000/02070/html/
the caption reads "Glyptodon claviceps őslajhár csontváza a la platai múzeumban."

I used to draw armadillo cartoons. I studied all the weird species, from the tiny fluffy fairy types to the endangered
Giant Armadillo. The GLYPTODONS are extinct ‘dillos that reached the size of big cows. There are at least 55 genera
in the family Glyptodontidae. One, Doedicurus, has a wicked spiked tail.

Glyptodons evolved in South America, first appearing during the Early Miocene Epoch (22.5 to 5 million years ago).
During the Pliocene Epoch (5 to 1.8 million years ago) and Pleistocene Epoch (1.8 million years ago to 11,000 years
ago) some came up into Texas and the southwest, and also over into Florida . Glyptodons were so successful that
they survived until historical times, and are mentioned in the oral history of the Patagonian Indians.