{"id":4118,"date":"2025-05-03T02:12:57","date_gmt":"2025-05-03T02:12:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/igormattio.com\/?p=4118"},"modified":"2025-05-03T02:19:59","modified_gmt":"2025-05-03T02:19:59","slug":"tell-me-lies-the-shot-that-didnt-work","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/igormattio.com\/ja\/tell-me-lies-the-shot-that-didnt-work\/","title":{"rendered":"\u5618\u3092\u3064\u3044\u3066\uff1a\u3046\u307e\u304f\u3044\u304b\u306a\u304b\u3063\u305f\u4e00\u679a"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I don\u2019t call myself a photographer.<\/strong>
I use a camera, but not to document reality. I\u2019m after images that leave room for doubt.
Not the obvious kind, but the kind that hides in plain sight:
A shadow that could be sorrow or surrender,
A gaze that suggests devotion\u2014or deception.<\/p>

I want a picture to make you pause, to ask your own questions rather than give answers.<\/p>

After a shoot, I might describe the model\u2019s energy, the mood\u2014but that\u2019s just my version.
Memory distorts. Emotion distorts.
The facts are rarely as interesting as the stories we tell ourselves.<\/p>

People say photography is truth.
I prefer its lies\u2014the beautiful ones, the ones that show you something deeper than facts.
Life\u2019s surface bores me. I want what hums beneath: the contradictions, the half-felt things, whatever slips away when you try to name it.
I\u2019m not here to make records.
I\u2019m here to make you wonder.<\/p>

Sometimes I go in with a plan.
It usually falls flat.
The best pictures come from trust.
When the models and I know each other well enough that the shoot feels like a conversation.
When the scene isn\u2019t just mine\u2014it\u2019s theirs too.<\/p>

In Medell\u00edn, I staged a bold scene: a woman, confident and composed, dressed with precision, encircled by undressed men\u2014power inverted.<\/p>

But the room worked against us. Cramped walls. Bad angles.
I packed bodies together, hoping a wide lens would fix it. It didn\u2019t.
The shots were a disaster.
The men didn\u2019t look vulnerable\u2014they looked hungry.
The woman wasn\u2019t commanding\u2014she was cornered.
The whole thing felt violent. I discarded every frame.<\/p>

You can\u2019t demand honesty from a photograph.
You can only set the stage\u2014then wait.
Wait for the picture to lie\u2014and in lying tell you everything<\/p>

Tell me lies.
The kind that matter.<\/p>

I ask my models<\/strong> to show me their vulnerable sides. This is me showing mine.
This frame is all I will show from that composition.

Not every picture becomes what you hope.
You can prepare, you can plan\u2014but truth either comes freely or not at all.
This is part of\u00a0Skin and Under<\/em> too: The failures. The near-misses.
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Tell Me Lies I don\u2019t call myself a photographer.I use a camera, but not to document reality. I\u2019m after images that leave room for doubt.Not the obvious kind, but the kind that hides in plain sight:A shadow that could be sorrow or surrender,A gaze that suggests devotion\u2014or deception. I want a picture to make you<\/p>","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":4120,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"elementor_theme","format":"standard","meta":{"zakra_general_container_width":0,"zakra_general_content_width":0,"zakra_general_sidebar_width":0,"zakra_sticky_header":"customizer","zakra_header_main_area":true,"zakra_site_logo_width":0,"zakra_header_top_enabled":"customizer","zakra_header_top_style":"customizer","zakra_primary_menu_item_style":"customizer","zakra_page_header_text_color":"","zakra_page_header_layout":"customizer","zakra_page_title_bg":"","zakra_footer_widgets_bg_image":0,"zakra_page_title_bg_repeat":"customizer","zakra_page_title_bg_position":"customizer","zakra_page_title_bg_size":"customizer","zakra_page_title_bg_attachment":"customizer","zakra_breadcrumbs_enabled":"customizer","zakra_breadcrumbs_text_color":"","zakra_breadcrumbs_separator_color":"","zakra_breadcrumbs_link_color":"","zakra_breadcrumbs_link_hover_color":"","zakra_page_title_bg_image":0,"zakra_footer_widgets_enabled":"customizer","zakra_footer_column_layout_1_style":"customizer","zakra_footer_widgets_bg":"","zakra_footer_widgets_bg_repeat":"customizer","zakra_footer_widgets_bg_position":"customizer","zakra_footer_widgets_bg_size":"customizer","zakra_footer_widgets_bg_attachment":"customizer","zakra_footer_bar_enabled":"customizer","zakra_footer_bar_style":"customizer","zakra_page_container_layout":"customizer","zakra_page_sidebar_layout":"customizer","zakra_remove_content_margin":false,"zakra_sidebar":"customizer","zakra_transparent_header":"customizer","zakra_logo":0,"zakra_main_header_style":"default","zakra_menu_item_color":"","zakra_menu_item_hover_color":"","zakra_menu_item_active_color":"","zakra_menu_active_style":"","zakra_page_header":true,"footnotes":""},"categories":[33],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4118","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-chronicles"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t