This is a photo story about polish public emergency rooms where people have to wait for hours in never-ending queues and sometimes are even refused service. All pictures were taken in the same spot but this situation is common throughout Poland.
This project was made during NAPO Images workshops.
The exclusive show in Europe, Wrocław (Poland) – Jazztopad 2011
The 1880′s to the 1940′s were the golden age for barbershops. During this time, men socialized in all male hangouts, and barbershops rivaled saloons in popularity. Visiting the barbershop was a weekly, and sometimes daily habit. Men would stop in not only for a haircut and a shave, but also to fraternize with friends and chew the fat.
During this golden age, barbershops were classy places with often stunning surroundings. Marble counters were lined with colorful glass blown tonic bottles. The barber chairs were elaborately carved from oak and walnut, and fitted with fine leather upholstery. Everything from the shaving mugs to the advertising signs were rendered with an artistic flourish. The best shops even had crystal chandeliers hanging from fresco painted ceilings.
Despite this level of luxury, barbershops were homey and inviting. A memorable and heavenly man aroma filled the air. The smell of cherry, wintergreen, apple, and butternut flavored pipe and tobacco smoke mixed with the scent of hair tonics, pomades, oils, and neck powders. These aromas became ingrained in the wood and every cranny of the shop. The moment a man stepped inside, he was enveloped in the warm and welcoming familiarity. He was immediately able to relax, and as soon as the hot lather hit his face, his cares would simply melt away. — copied from The Art Of Manliness
These pictures were taken in Lisbon, July 2011. Analog baby!
Thanks to my fixer Joao Pinheiro who helped me to make it happened!
Dedicated to lumberjacks from We Are Idols.
Few days back, I came back from the north part of Poland where I gave a workshop. No, not a photography workshop. The geek workshop.
12+ hours of travel in one way, 5 hours of sleep every day. Kinda dog-tired.
However 2 things were good enough in compesation. Friends, which I hadn’t seen for years and that view from the office where I did the workshop. It’s (again) something what reminds me about Portugal. Love it.
