Hollywood Film Noir
When I recently visited Los Angeles, I wanted to create a shot of the world-famous Hollywood sign that captured a sense of foreboding and danger in the style of a 1940s film noir.
When I recently visited Los Angeles, I wanted to create a shot of the world-famous Hollywood sign that captured a sense of foreboding and danger in the style of a 1940s film noir.
I love revisiting folders of photography I shot a few years ago. Inevitably, I always come across images that somehow were overlooked and forgotten. It is amazing how the passage of time and a fresh eye can often reveal hidden gems. Here are some forgotten images I took in Burma, in 2012.
“Shh! Shh! Shh!
Don’t awake the sleepers!”
The government speaker cries,
As the men in blue uniforms
Abidingly obey,
Whilst slapping their batons
Upon palms awaiting prey.
The Sleepers…
Intoxicated in their woven fantasy,
Dressed in lies and hidden myths,
Enslaved unwittingly
By protocols, routines and laws
Pretending to be reality.
The Myth-Builders…
Since that bleak Autumn’s day,
Have spread lies of conceit
Without conscience or refrain,
As blood is spilled
To justify their claims.
The Eagle Dream-Weaver…
Staring down upon the global minions,
Callously permitting poverty without refuge,
As green-stained paper
Drips conditionally
Through talons of subterfuge.
The Government Agencies…
Spying and snooping upon the masses
With no oversight nor scrutiny
As they eavesdrop,
Store emails,
All privacy is now erased.
The Greed…
Seeping, oozing like disease
Into the pockets of elites.
A contagion airborne by the banks.
Uneven symptoms of discontent
Among the peoples of the world.
The Activists…
Awake and speaking out
Against those that enforce silence
And who would let the sleepers sleep.
Wake-up and thump the drum!
Stand-up for all that’s right
And connect with life!
Take to the Streets, Revolt, Resist!
Your time is NOW!
How do you wish to live?
– Words & Photography by El-Branden Brazil
Nationalism is a choice to live in a fantasy land, where colours on a piece of fabric are considered worthy of loyalty. That the myth is even worth dying for.
Such dedication to tribalism is paramount to all that is wrong in the world. Once we move beyond concepts of separation, the sooner we will be unified to take action to save the world that supports us to thrive.
I have no problem with national identity. Indeed, the world is a far more an interesting place for the myriad of cultural flavours that abound across the globe. However, in this festival of cultures, we must be careful not to forget what unifies us as a species, in our celebration of difference. We simply should not get carried away by the mythology of anthems, flags and other constructs of fantasy, to the point where we start to forget what we have in common with those who do not share our anthems, flags and other constructs of fantasy.
To clarify, I am also not naive enough to ignore the cries of those under siege from nationalistic fervour, for which there are many around the world, whose traditions seem desperately under threat. I understand that when nationalism rubs against nationalism, just like when religion rubs against religion, friction occurs.
I am an unashamed idealist that believes we can move beyond base celebrations of tribe. My blood is no different than yours.
– El-Branden Brazil
To be mindful of others
To treasure, respect and worship others:
The distant brothers and sisters
We pass everyday.
Each and everyone of them
A story at play
Of love and disappointments,
Hopes and pleasures,
Hardship and despair.
They, like you,
Have experienced life:
The love of parenthood,
The love of feeling praised.
The love found in suffering.
The love of losing ones.
We, as humans, just want to breathe,
And look out upon the stars,
Love,
Love those we bring to bear.
Love those who inevitably cross the threshold.
Be sacred in experiencing
Our brief moment of existence
Love, love, love…
Because that is All
And nothing more.
Words by El-Branden Brazil