We live in Brooklyn
Where the energy old and new inspires us all, The creative, visual artist, intellectual, activist, romantic, environmentalist , chefs, global travelers, money makers, politicians, fashion heads and more roam. The beauty of Brooklyn is the coexistence of this melting pot of minds moving the machine forward although trying to work out this gentrification issue theres a common energy of a Brooklyn head that has weathered the storms of its rights of passage and that is and this common energy is inclusivity and respect for ones neighbor and if you can handle the hustle you’re gifted the keys beyond the ones your landlord made you pay for. let’s take a tour around BK.
Via 35mm / 120 Film and manual glass
Photographer Fulani S. Hart
(ABM) A Beautiful Mess
Seeing beauty in what one would call trash: The mess of garbage, bums, homeless.
It’s seeing the contributions and inspirational impact that random street objects and people have on our creative process and ideas which we dig into our subconscious and regurgitate the ideas we saw in passing in a remixed form.
Multi layers of Stories are told in passing every day and night as unwanted objects are gifted to the streets, a fusion of colors and patterns are on display and are constantly rearranged when the wind blows or when some subtle shift happens and the re curation of the unintentional installation happens.
Compositions and arrangements are happening as we give and take to street collectables. We collect visual gifts on our daily travels and bottle up what we sometimes call ugly or inconvenient, we then, not realizing that we’re injecting the elements of beauty from what we despised from the streets in our designs, dress codes, home décor, art and conversation rarely connecting the dots and relation to the in passing influences of unwanted street objects and under appreciated people.
This impromptu installation of mannequins in the streets of Brooklyn. (6th street between 4th and 5th ave.) Illustrates the story of found objects and the power an art installation. Watching people interact with this installation was as exciting as photographing it. The mannequins were conversing with each other. They each had their own character. And they fell into their own world and created a narrative that was exciting to the people on the street and intriguing in the photographs. Their original purpose …
ABM
Fulani Hart
Take Nothing Leave Better
There’s a beautiful soirée happening amongst us
Life is a celebration filled with energy and connection
We leave the party stimulated and inspired
Knowing that we left the environment better than we stumbled upon it
Recognizing the harmonious coexistance of wildlife and civilian city life
Take nothing Leave better
Fulani Hart
Escape to Keene valley Ny high peaks Adirondack mountains
I never feel like I need to escape the city, in fact I’m a city boy to my core.
I love the noise of passing conversations, cars, bikes, buses and trains. I love the spontaneous moments that leads to incredible experiences that helps to shape character or may provide the answer to that burning question that’s been eating at you. I love the incredible Manhattan buildings, the lights and shadows that collects stories of the passerby and the soul that travels through Brooklyn brownstones. The mountains allows me to step back and look at the canvas, see the colors, textures, brush strokes, layers and drips of life’s paint. I get to sit in a different noise a noise that is as inspiring and fulling as the beauty of the city. I get to hear the battles of wind, see the chaos of the wild, smell the moss and soil and surrender to what gives birth to the city, the land.
Fulani S. Hart
Good times in Keene valley Ny Adirondack mountains.
Stories of Rome
Contrary to popular belief, encounters do not take place between people but emerge from places and things. We encounter a door in deep shadow despite midday sun; we encounter an abandoned alleyway off a busy street; we encounter ancient stone somehow preserved in hypermodernity. Things hidden, things out of place, old buildings and silhouettes projected from afar: encounters are to experience as wayward stones are to the strolling man.
What lends Rome its distinctive aura is the tempo at which one encounters, which is breakneck. A man born under Mussolini sits upon a medieval street as he smokes a Marlboro; he watches a party of youth amass under columns that saw Augustus and Paul. It is summer, which seems like the only season Rome has, so it is bright, but the shade under which he rests is pitch. Churches are everywhere in the city, which means at the hour it seems the whole world is ringing.
And it’s all perfectly natural here, even graceful. The Italians themselves hardly notice. Perhaps it’s no coincidence that the casual elegance known as sprezzatura was coined in Italy. For how else could one traverse the low-yield shocks that make up Rome?
As we can only cherish dreams upon waking, so are we lucky to know Rome only in its ruin.
No one has ever seen the entirety of Rome: every wall seems to shift with the sunlight.
Perhaps only in Italy are the elderly more reliably stylish than the young.
Everything seems to get displaced by shadows in a sort of natural circus.
You can feel yourself get lost even when standing still.
“Experience is what we get when looking for something else”— Federico Fellini
What left can be said of Rome—that inheritance of peoples so mythic and lost to time that one nearly walks its streets with a phantom sense not unlike when one encounters the childhood trinket, indelibly familiar but impossible to recall—perhaps only that when we look into Rome’s marbled and ruined faces of every kind and, as though preordained, we encounter our facsimiles in odd self-recognition, the ineluctable question is raised: are we encountering ourselves twice-over, or once-removed?
A photo story by Fulani S. Hart
Photographer Fulani S. Hart
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