About Spaces...
About Spaces...
Lombardi / Photographer / Bolivia
Spotlights On:
Called now "Dark Times" /1997-2001: Embedded during
four years with Bolivian Jungle Narcotic Special Forces
Being integrated into the troops, embedded, is a very recent form of recovery by war correspondents.
It can go back to 499-449 BC, during the wars between Greece and Persia, with Herodotus, historian present on "the ground", becoming one of the fathers of journalism, and in this case journalism in conflict situations armed.
In the 21st century, in 2003, 775 reporters and photographers were brought in by the US Army as integrants, during the invasion of Iraq...and so on...
2020-2023-MMA
Cerberus observes on one side the Nietzschean will to power, on the other the day-to-day will to control, and finally, with the third head: the tension between the two...
Of those who pass nearby, he will decide who enters, who exits, who to say yes but meaning no...
He plays for both sides, with mutual consent, and simply enjoys that.
Its nature designates him on one side, but it’s not incompatible with the other, quite the opposite.
He crushes, spits, barks, ignores, runs, or floats around. He’s just another filter between planes and worlds.
He is one of the Medusa’s beloved, and here is one of his reports...
Highlands -Landscapes
Just enjoy the silence...
2020...COVID-19
Plasticized souls and liquified brains
2019...Coup d'État...or not...
During the end of October and the all month of November 2019, the polarized country, divided between Evo Morales supporters and the rest of the population, with opposition supporters heading the movement, get to the streets.
Welcome to Saltydise...
Some stairs made of salt blocks, in the middle of nowhere and leading nowhere ... everyone poses for the photo. Then, they get down to make room for the next group. With cities like Tokyo, counting as 6,224.66 people living per square kilometer, Japanese tourists who come to see the Uyuni salt flat in Bolivia have something to feel off the planet with. Luxury hotels, specially cared food, once facing the indiscernible horizon, they are left in zero gravity.
Then, your guide will bring you back to earth to entertain yourself to take photos in forced perspective, this strange local fashion phenomenon, a tourist "must see" and "must done".
Black February
BLACK FEBRUARY / FIGHTS BETWEEN POLICE AND MILITARY TROOPS /February 12, 2003 - After the mutiny of several police regiments in front of a "gasoline" imposed by the government and an altercation between police and military troops in the plaza of the Government Palace of La Paz, two days of chaos broke out, casualties and wounded among the military, police and civilians. On February 12, troops from the presidential regiment and police troops were shot, using machine guns, snipers, attacks and counter-attacks, unleashing a mini civil war spread a few blocks around the government palace. The then President Gonzalo Sanchez de Lozada knew then his first serious internal problem, precursor of the confrontations of the following year (2003) that ended in his abandonment of the country.
Broken promises
Disabled Protesters
Awichas wedding
"Awichas" (Elders in Aymara language) - elderly in a home for the elderly with very low economic resources. Two of them married in La Paz, she was from the Quechua ethnic group, at the age of 74, and he from the group ethnic Aymara, at 84 years old. The two met for their love of music, since she plays the charango and he the mandolin. Now they live together in the home and claim that they hope that death will take them together, because they could not imagine alone again
About Oblivion
May 2016 - La Paz, Bolivia - From oblivion to ashes: Forgotten dead bodies reduction in La Paz cementery
Cholitas wrestling - The Origins
2004-2005 When Cholitas Wrestling just emerges in Bolivia: Firstly invented to help old classical wrestling shows, with no money, no press, no strangers. Cholitas wrestling begins his ascension with some two or three women putting everything in the spectacles, for their little public, mostly low class people and their childrens...Then, everything changed...get lost...
Amazon Floods
Approximately 400,000 people have been affected by the worst floods in Bolivia in 25 years and most have lost all of their possessions. In Trinidad, the capital of the Beni district, an estimated 40% of the flood-hit victims are children under the age of twelve. These children are mostly still living in unhygienic makeshift shelters alongside the motorways, or in provisional shelters set up in public schools. Children and their families still require aid and the longer they continue living in such devastating conditions, the greater the risk of family disintegration.
05.00: He's gone, we stay.
Another time for medic...but this time he just escape...
Long night coming...the final one
05.00: He's gone, we stay.
Out and Back
A friend goes so I came back..so simple, doesn't it?
We all loose friends, relatives, al life long. Sometimes we “understand” why, sometimes we don’t. I left photography some years ago, disgusted by Press, lack of empathy of the public, feed purposely by “the system” , so we just don’t have any visible reason to react in front of the “world out there”, neither our inside worlds...our own stories.
So I had a good friend too, then, one day, he just starts to die...I could say.
During about one year, I saw him trapped in the all cancer degeneration context, talking about suicide or travels, adventure or darkness.
Cancer mixed with hepatitis, bad and wrong diagnostics, false sold hopes, medics, natural things, even witches, doctors, examinations, all “the stuff”...until the end.
And so in a morning he asks me to take pictures of his “last moments”, to get back to photography covering him. I remember to smile and told him: “all right, you’re going to suffer because I use invasive wide angle, aggressive technics...I’m going to play with your face...” keeping in mind that I would be so idiot that he would have to fight more and more to get me out of his life, get healthy back again and send me to hell...
That’s the way I move, the way I have learnt : hurt me and I will react, get violent, and fight...that’s the way which saves me until now. I thought it was a kind of universal “first-aid-kit”, useful for anybody...And yes, I was wrong. Two days after he asks me to get my camera working back, he dies. So, at 05.00, I took the last shot on an old passed black and white roll. I felt hungry, because he didn’t react as I thought: he just surrender, he changed “the game” rules and territory: he gets to play “in another place”.
I get frustrated too, to see a so unoffensive guy walking away, leaving “us” in our trashy world. I can not blame him...But at the end, I get back to photography thanks to him...with a great renewed gift as a great renewed curse.