I like to travel. And space or time, I never do it alone. Pleiades of colors, carousels of light, piñatas of “where did that happen”, here’s my destinations. A smooth switch of lenses, a sharp spin of objective and we’re there. I like everyone to see what I see. I believe in the power of images to tell stories… Read More
I like to travel. And space or time, I never do it alone. Pleiades of colors, carousels of light, piñatas of “where did that happen”, here’s my destinations. A smooth switch of lenses, a sharp spin of objective and we’re there. I like everyone to see what I see. I believe in the power of images to tell stories.
Let me tell you a story right now. It’s about a young man behind an old curtain, holding a camera in his hand. It was a self-portrait, behind what he’d learnt was good light diffusion. That’s my first story of photography, currently available on my every social media page. And consider this to be the plot of my larger story, begun in 1976 Bucharest, Romania, Europe – my birth whereabouts.
Edward Aninaru, with a passion for stories and tattoos and a life in photography, that’s me. My first model was lying nude on the floor, later on. From above, one of my sweat drops fell on her torso. Maybe that drop really shuttered my story into action.
And coincidentally or not, my story has famous characters now. You most probably heard of Inna, Jean Sean, Shontelle or The Janoskians.
Photo shoots on people, in places, in times, in setups and characters and purposes. Fans admiring idols for my concepts, my ideas. All around the countries, from France to Russia, from the Czech Republic to Malaysia, from Romania to US my stories were there. And ask Elle, Playboy, FHM, Bravo, Cosmopolitan or Forbes for that matter and they’ll remember them as well.
I even turned to video direction then. Stories about cabarets, flappers, street dancers, beach parties, fairytales and red fields of poppy. Stories about now and then, about here and there, about us and them, about me and you. Stories people would recount and retell.
And I’m writing my story from L.A. The place where dreams and stories come true. And it may not be “Alice in Wonderland” or “The Wizard of Oz”, but my story awaits everyone to be a part of it. From the European Hollywood to the American Hollywood, back and forth and back and forth, one foot always on each side of the ocean.
Cause at the end of it, my story is about believing that dreams can become real. So join me, will you? Read Less