required reading

And here is a perfect example of a book that has triumphed over obstacles during its time.

The current challenge now, though, is that it's required reading in schools.

Nothing screams "kiss of death" than required reading.

Jordan
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*Noli Me Tangere draft facsimile during a shoot for a book cover.

worth

I find the thought of libraries pulling out books scary. If libraries -— supposedly the last refuge of human literature and knowledge -— decide a book is meant to be pulled out, where is a book's place in this world to be?

I guess you can say the same with art, design and photography. Eventually, their story is how they will find themselves in the lives of those who'd appreciate them more.

Wanna go to Booksale later?

Jordan
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*Books at the CCP Library during inventory time.

Don't judge a book by its cover

I'm glad that your mural still exists after all these years and has been viewed and appreciated at that school. Some people, however, wouldn't think twice about painting over such murals or couldn't care less about the work that went into making them.

Recently, I've been thinking about the work of visual artists and how this work is valued or devalued. There are so many factors that come into play -- factors that are often beyond one's control, such as the market economy, cultural beliefs, ignorance, and personal biases. These realities have to be faced, but that doesn't mean it is acceptable to dismiss such work or consider it less than other types of work.

Just as it is wrong to judge people based on mere appearances or impressions, it is likewise a mistake to devalue the work and skill that goes into creating images. Beyond the surface, images can tell stories or hold complexities that are certainly worth considering and valuing.

Jo
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*A student using her textbook to shield herself from the harsh sunlight and a worker descending into the Quezon Memorial Circle underpass.

And apart too.

I have learned that through your annual visits to that far away place. Distance is needed for you to find out if what you have with someone is real and worth staying together for—and I'm quoting that Celine Dion song here so bear with me—near, far wherever you are may be.

Reminds me of that time I was doing this mural at a school in Santa Maria, Bulacan called Oxbridge (Named so because the owner both studied at Oxford AND Cambridge). We still weren't together then, but during the time I was alone finishing those murals, my one peso per text was worth it. :)

Jordan
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*Me along with the only surviving ceiling mural I did at that school after roughly ten years or so.

Together we are strong

I learned several lessons while documenting the May 1 rally yesterday. And today, I learned even more. My thanks goes all around to those who helped me as I learned these lessons. To you, husband of mine, who keeps his cool (despite the heat), I appreciate your artistic perspective and sensible, honest discussions. During times like these, I realize even more acutely that together we are strong.

Jo
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romanticized

I remember once taking an MRT ride where a family of three was beside me. The father, all of a sudden, pointed at something out the window and said "Anak, nakikita mo ba yang building na yan? Nagtrabaho si Daddy diyan para siya matayo." (Son, do you see that building? Your Daddy worked there to make that building rise.)

Romanticized? It sounds so, but it shouldn't. If only proper wages were given to proud workers like this father, as there are many like him, considering how buildings are sprouting like mushrooms both in our backyard and horizons.

And like with all things, it has to be fought for. So hear, hear, for Labor day.

jordan
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*Construction crane at a building site at Boni-Pioneer

The question on their minds

It was last year when I caught the shutterbug, so to speak, and took these shots at the street protest marking the new president's State of the Nation Address. Somehow, the questions and issues raised in these images are still relevant. The prices of food, basic commodities, gas, transportation, and education continue to rise. Many people are having a harder time making ends meet, and the majority of the population simply can't. The authorities pay lip-service to human rights, but justice remains elusive for the victims of extrajudicial killings, enforced disappearances, torture, and other unspeakable acts. The criminals in suits and uniforms, especially the ones who have been stealing from the public coffers, continue to get away with it.

I write this, feeling like a broken record. Same old, same old.

And then I remember that May 1 is just around the corner. All over the country and throughout the world, people will commemorate the historic struggles of workers, highlight the urgent issues that continue to plague us, and assert their just demands for change. This is a tradition that I believe in. And maybe, I'll be there, too. Clicking away.

Jo
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*People listening to President Noynoy Aquino's State of the Nation Address during a street protest. In the second image, a man looks at photos of the union leader, church worker, and the many other activists killed during Gloria Arroyo's administration.

patience

Sure dear. Just click away, and I'll follow.

Jordan
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*Penitent in the middle of everything at Baranggay Lourdes, Angeles City

Penitence

Sorry to keep you on hold and for taking so long to reply. I'll try harder to keep my burdens in check and find my voice visually and in my writing. Being on an excursion with you spurs me to photograph and share what I've seen. Once again, I'm keen to embrace the chance to witness the dramatic and the quotidian, and find meanings in the streets.

Jo
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*Good Friday 2011 in Barangay Lourdes, Angeles City

hold on

How are you, dear? Holding on? I am.

Jordan
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*MRT Rush hour view through its handlebars with advertising thingees.

sky is the limit

What they also say in construction is that the only way left to go is up. So up goes the high-rise buildings, up goes the houses with their third or fourth floor extensions.

That is, until they realize that going down would be a good way to go, too. And all those underground cities of science fiction and fantasy would be one step closer to reality.

Jordan
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*Building being constructed at Scout Castor, corner Scout Tuason in Quezon City.

A construct

I hope so much that we'll learn from the experiences in Japan. That stricter building codes are enforced, that disaster preparedness is prioritized, and that safer energy sources are utilized. It's something for all of us to work towards. Is there really any other choice?

Jo
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*Workers in front of a building under construction in Binondo, Manila.

build

I grew up playing with sand and hollow blocks when I was a kid. There was always something being constructed, and the two, along with some rocks, were constant. As the construction workers (or plain workers) would mix the three along with water, us kids would be on the side, emulating them, or going our own way, building sand castles.

This memory makes me realize how easy it is to construct things here. Houses are built on the fly with nary an architect or engineer in sight. Construction permits are useless when the homes being built are made only of found wood, plywood and yero. Building inspections are dreaded not because buildings do not meet city safety standards (they don't most of the time), but because it means another round of under-the-table payments to the inspectors.

My heart goes out to Japan for the recent calamities happening to them. But I also am proud of them, knowing that the destruction in their country right now is but a fraction of what would've been, if it weren't for their discipline, dedication, and foresight of building things with a plan.

Jordan
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*Wall of an abandoned building at Aurora Avenue, near the Betty-Go station of the LRT 2.

Amidst the cracks

As we deal with the distance between us, I appreciate how our friends make an effort to cheer you up and keep you company. I imagine, however, how we'd feel if either of us were caught in the devastation being experienced by the people in Japan. This distance, then, would be unbearable.

My heart sinks whenever I see the images from Japan and read the latest news. And yet I try to stay hopeful in light of the proven resilience and courage of the Japanese people.

Jo
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*An image of Buddha

lonesome me

Friends have been inviting me to go out with them lately, after finding out we're apart. Much appreciated, these efforts to keep me company. I could actually try and milk it, announce to all that I'm drowning my sorrow with beer and other various clichés.

I resist, though, knowing I won't be able to keep a straight face that long.

Me? Beer? :)

Jordan
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*"Batman" drinking a bottle of San Miguel Beer.

Alone yet connected

Technology does help us stay connected, despite the physical distance. At times, I see myself as alone, with only my shadow (and camera) for company. Other times, when I talk to you or others close to me, even if it's only through a computer screen or telephone, I feel less alone and realize how connected I really am. But technology can only help so much. It's the quality of our communication that really counts.

Jo
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*Taken at the Getty museum

didit-dit-dit-ditdit

The wonders of technology have made physical distances between us bearable. Not just typing words on the keyboard and reading your reply like a movie script dialogue on YM, we actually get to talk face to face! A feat that would've cost us an arm and a leg years ago.

I miss texting you though.

Jordan
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*A woman during the Stone Temple Pilots concert at the Araneta Coliseum, whose face is lit by her cellphone lcd screen while texting.

Dichotomies

I see what you mean. I have to be comfortable with my role as a photographer documenting life in the streets and be ready for whatever I come across. My sense of wonder and respect for my subjects are hopefully conveyed, and for the most part, they accept me for my role. In this way, a moment in their life is captured and is not so easily forgotten.

Jo
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*Scenes outside of Baclaran church

Roles

I was known as the guy with the camera at Adarna House, the company I used to work for. My office mates were used to me taking out my camera and snapping shots of them at odd moments. It was accepted.

It didn't come overnight though. It took some time getting used to this, for my office mates AND me. When the two of us were both comfortable with the roles of photographer and subject, it showed through the great shots I got with them, both for personal and professional use.

I guess for you and the streets, you have to do that, too. For the streets to get comfortable as your subject, you must also be comfortable (or just plain ready) with the role as photographer of its various facets and dwellers.

Jordan
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*The Adarna House girls waiting for that day to happen to start the 2010 Barlaya-2010 Workshop at Benilde.

!

The myths that surround image-making are funny at times, like that belief you mentioned about a photograph stealing the subject's soul. Nevertheless, it's important to be sensitive about other people's cultural and personal beliefs. I love street photography and taking candid shots, but I know there will be times when someone will ask me not to take a photo. I try my best to assess the situation, respect others' rights without diminishing my own rights, and learn about ethics and relevant laws. If anything, I have no intention of losing my own soul along the way.

Jo
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*In Baclaran