Circus! Circus!

I took about a hundred shots of the marching band competition at the fiesta in Bato, Camarines Sur, and not a picture is without a grinning politician’s poster in the background. Election is nigh friends. The national circus is back in town.

I took about a hundred shots of the marching band competition at the fiesta in Bato, Camarines Sur, and not a picture is without a grinning politician's poster in the background. Election is nigh friends. The national circus is back in town. Epal everywhere Rotten politics Philippine style Rotten politics Philippine style

With the crowds cleared, all shamelessly domineering now at the municipal square are the huge billboards of smiling faces of elephant skinned politicos, legislators, office-seekers and baby kissers.

The marching band competition ended like nothing took place at the town square. A visiting troupe jeepney, filled to the top, bolted out from a line of cars leaving a billow of dusts to a bunch of swearing faces. The contingent still clad in Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club band-like getup.

It’s wonderful to be here, it’s certainly a thrill.

Karanowan Festival

Mid-February. Bato, Camarines Sur. Karanowan Festival. Karanowan coming from the root word “ranow” a local dialect pertaining to lake. The festival in celebration of Lake Bato’s aquatic yields.

We missed the fish-costume parade, the big event. But not the marching band competition. The charm of the majorettes overfilled my memory card.

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The House Of Bidibidi

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Bernadette De Los Santos a.k.a “Bidibidi.” Rinconada artist, farmer, philantropist . What a moniker. Reminds me of the sound Twiki (Buck Rogers of the 21st Century) makes everytime the midget robot pops off something.

She doesn’t actually know I exist and I believe we gatecrashed the place today supposedly to take a glimpse of Kristian Sendon Cordero’s still unfinished flick “Apocalypsis.” Turns out the lady artisan is more interesting than the movie and — eventually — I find it the place is larger than anything here.

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It’s called Cafe des Artes. Artisan’s realm and the seat of visual arts exhibits in CamSur’s Rinconada area. One of those typical slowly vanishing colonial-era casas in the land (ought to be declared national heritage by now, IMHO). The house itself an allure: archaic exterior design, the prevalence of exquisite hardwood materials and, heads up, the claustrophobic low-hanging ceiling.

We entered through a mini courtyard that breathes of a pleasant bucolic ambience and immediately uncapped a bottle of that wicked Red Horse beer. This is one spot I would love to get drunk at. “We” refers to a bunch of Rinconada artists (Al Oliva, Frank Peñones Jr and so on).

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Bidibidi was engaged with a bunch of guests at her workplace when we made it inside the house, so I took the opportunity to impolitely take photos of the place like freak. I always lose my courtesies everytime I am overwhelmed.

How come the place feels so right. That if I were in her place I would put everything in the same order, in the same harmony. For instance the cherry toned chandelier that compensates the low-hanging ceiling; a rustic entryway (left) also provides an excellent panel for the framed artworks. The BAAO signage (bottom left) seems like an old souvenir from the town’s whistle stop.

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Across this gallery is another art wall which separates Bidibidi’s cave from the museum or.. the spotlight from the flourescent light. On the other side of the wall — adorning her craft room — is a network of boughs, Christmas lighting installation and a mesh of clashing colorful fabrics, and (now this is the Wall of Fame) a framed glory: a special feature of her from the Arts and Books section of the Philippine Daily Inquirer titled “Wild About Bidibidi’s Flowers.”

Whew. Like a boss.

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I may have another opportunity to visit Bidibidi next time, an interview perhaps to fill out some gaps here. But what I really have in mind is to start a classic portrait shot of the craftswoman. For now I’m boasting this Cafe des Artes experience. Let me hear them say “Ah look he’s been there.”

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Bidibidi’s casa-museo @Villa Esperanza, San Nicolas, Baao, Camarines Sur

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MAGNUM PARTY 2013: Why I Will Never Be An Events Photographer

Because for every wingding, there will always be booze that I will find hard to resist. And of course, you can’t be “well spirited” when shooting. In last night’s star-studded Magnum VIP Party 2013, I took five hundred shots. Half of which were disasters. Blame it on the wine.

But I think I was able to take some acceptable ones. My genuine thanks to Canon Philippines and Magnum for the invitation!

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Let there be lights..

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I’m not really very familiar with local celebrities (but I could try) but first, help me with this marvelous lady in a hot cocktail dress, she is..

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Ok left to right, Bubbles Paraiso, Ruffa Gutierrez — — Phoemela Baranda

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IMG_2040Poetic umba-rellas

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wow. The bewitching Kris Bernal

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IMG_2250Radiant beauties Ruffa G. and G. Wilson

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IMG_2285Blueblooded Tessie Prieto-Valdez in bloody-red rig

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Alfonso Oliva

Dear Don Fanucci, also called Pungao, Ungs for short:

When the time comes you are grown enough to read, leaf through my blog pages here and you will find your Lolo, the subject of my photography today.

Don Fanucci, I don’t need to be good in photography to give you an awesome portrait of your Lolo. His long Motorhead hair, thick Snow White beard, corduroyed skin and a pair of John Lennon glasses will do that for me.

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Your mother found an old photo of him from the treasured chest. The next day, before taking his morning shower, I asked your Lolo to pose in the very same way.

Love: Don Barucho.

First Harvest Fest

They put up these monstrous speakers on all entrances to the city. And they kept playing a loud Beautiful City of Iriga tune over and over and over..the whole day through. Ever heard of Exploding Head Syndrome?

Yet on the main street, everyone’s attending to their  own emotions. The butterflies before the big parade.

Mixed emotions pre-street dance competition at the Tinagba Festival 2013

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This is my first flash of the Tinagba Festival — Iriga city’s celebration of the season’s first harvest which comes about at the feast day of Our Lady of Lourdes. Though some old timers here see the festival parade these days as a deviation from the original Tinagba concept of bull-drawn carts loaded with newly harvested crops and fruits procession (the carabao’s stardom has now been outshined by big colorful and dismal parade floats), the annual event nevertheless continues to draw sweeping popularity.

But frankly my dear, they should have stick to that bull and carts uniqueness. Because when you really think about what would set the Tinagba carnival  apart from all other mardi gras in the land — you can never tell.

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Tinagba Festival 2013

Mount Asog Mountain Bike Challenge

Even the biggest mountain bike race in the Bicol region wasn’t spared of stinking epals (politicians who plaster their names and faces on government projects funded with taxpayers’ money). The Mount Asog Mountain Bike Xtreme Challenge, happening here in Iriga City, was slapped with a subtitle: Ride With The Gang. Gang is a pet name of someone aiming for the mayoralty seat of this city this coming May elections. Surely, Irigueños are politically matured enough to..rid with the gang instead and end political dynasty here.

What am I doing talking politik let’s get ready to rumble!
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The Mount Asog challenge is a tough 30K mountain bike race from the town proper to the shoulders of Mount Asog (Mt. Iriga) which includes the terrains of Inorogan in Sto. Domingo, Ilijan Hill and Barangay Perpetual Help.  The event is a curtain-raiser for this year’s celebration of the grand Tinagba Festival, which, I will be seeing for the very first time.

Unfortunately, I won’t be seeing the actions on the mountain for I can’t be in two places at the same time. I am beached here from Start to Finish.

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Ten oragon bikers from the 17-below category with Kim V. Panton racking up the the first place and Cris Joven (below) the pride of Iriga City and Ronda-Pilipinas killer, dominating the 29-below category while Ethel Rombaun of Aduana Bikers Club ruled the ladies’ division. Rockstars all!

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