dias de fiesta

Another Barcelona night

how satisfying tonight there´ve been speckles of rain and its a bit cooler but still warm enought to walk around in a dress. I took the doggies for their midnight hour stroll along the pavements and strewn along especially outside the bullrink are little stubs of paper and empty beers and bottles and all the signs of a party fresh passed. Today is St Juan and every so often a loud firework goes off like a gun.

I had a lot of thoughts about happiness this weekend. I went to an electronic music festival SONAR with some sublime djs and throngs of people from all over Europe. I noticed how intent they were on photographing each other-in exaggerated dance moves and intimate clusters all party life is recorded, a stylised fun. The subject smiles more broadly, looks more intently, dances more frenetically than is really happening. Then I thought what happens to these photos? Are they shown among friends? Displayed publicly on the net or on walls of houses? And where does the enjoyment of the party lie? Is it a happiness that exists in the retrospect, in the perfect stylised symbols in the photos and the admiration of the audience? Or is it a happiness created by the very act of the photo taking like in that moment there is a focus and intensification of emotion and purpose resulting in a happy moment that is "captured." I am sure this is connected to my visual history photo course, this line of thinking