This week I was sent a cryptic message from someone named, Andrew Silva, alerting me that he left two photographs inside the front door of my home.
When I studied them I immediately thought of two things:
1. I really love my $5 yellow, thrift shop, 1980s jacket.
2. These images look like I’m a spy in a 1980s movie. I was rather certain I had other images to round out my spy thriller storyboard fantasy.
The film opens with an urgent call being made from a phone booth in Florence, Italy by the spy in the yellow jacket.
She’s investigating a missing American student studying abroad in Amsterdam. The student disappeared in Florence on holiday. The photo was taken by her roommate and potential femme fatale in their shared Florence hotel room.
Male characters (suspects #1 & #2) are photographed in Florence. They are being exceedingly careful with their public conversations. The younger of the two is an American architectural college student. He was seen seated next to the missing student at a cafe the day she disappeared.
An older man (suspect #3) is waiting for the bus in Florence. He’s under surveillance by the spy in the fabulous, yellow, 1980s, five dollar, thrift shop jacket. No one is quite sure why though, and neither is he. The spy’s sneaky photographs are really annoying him. He’s constantly swearing at her in Italian. This provides the levity in the film.
The American student’s roommate (suspect #4) was spotted walking toward the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam two days after her roommate’s disappearance in Florence with male (suspect #5). They clearly both know more than they’re telling investigators, casually seen shopping at Albert Heijn, the grocery store near the museum to give the appearance that it was just a normal day.
Male (suspect #2) is unknowingly photographed enjoying dinner out in Florence the night of the student’s disappearance. He’s the father of the American architectural student and there’s obviously something quite shifty about him. The angle of the photograph was carefully composed because the spy in the yellow jacket really wanted to remember the brand of balsamic vinegar from Modena on the table.
images by Andrew Silva, April 2018
The first four images were shot in Rembrandt’s studio. When I travel the moments that stay with me are the details. I’ve trained my eye to look closer at things because looking too big can overwhelm my senses sometimes. The photos taken in Rembrandt’s studio were so remarkable to me because of the quality of light. No wonder he created the work he did, even on a grey day the north facing light was beyond stunning.
Graffiti never fails to inspire me artistically. I’m now thinking about the empty walls of my garage…so many possibilities.
I took this photograph in the oldest church in Amsterdam. This room truly made me swoon. I might use this image as the place I go to in my head when the world’s just too much.
This church is in the red-light district—it was founded in 1213 and consecrated in 1306. After the Reformation it became a Calvinist church. Here’s a link with more information.
These globes and the plants were in the street front windows of an apartment.
This photo is musician Elliot Smith. This image was on a storage kiosk.
Another kiosk image of John and Yoko during the Bed-In for Peace.
This is an entryway, the subtle lavender curtains were just so pretty.
There are awnings, outdoor lights and heaters everywhere.
These books were beside each other I just thought it was funny. Pretty sure these girls don’t care in the least about mid-century design.
This is a crosswalk on a high end shopping street.
I love street photography. The raw moment when something sparks me. Be sure to scroll down and check out the pigeon slideshow. My daughter Willa had an interesting encounter near the royal palace.