PinnedAn in Introduction and my top stories.Hello readers. I decided to create an introduction post for those who first time visit my account. My name is Tim Gallo. I live in Japan for half of my life. I am professional portrait photographer, my main fields are celebrity and artists portrait. …Introduction1 min read
Jun 20Stills of LifeWith every wave of feeling that hits me straight — there are myriad of words that come too late… still better late than never — I will say: I feel lonely for no cause. And for no cause, I want to be with you alone. I want to leave, but…Prose1 min read
Jun 10Dream Trading in Tokyo…Once a bride, now just a wh…concubine. — I am in the heart. I am in the middle of a boat called megapolis. My feelings changed towards the city I once called “my bride.” I wonder — what changed? Crossing the infamous streets, I used to look up in awe… it used to feel like flowers of human…Essay2 min read
Jun 7Enter the Darkness Alone.Voluntarily. — (this is a draft. but i am not going anywhere with it) I wonder if darkness is surprised when you enter it voluntarily… I suppose one wants to know why one should enter darkness on its own will? …Artist1 min read
May 28The only proof we were there…The whole island was swallowed by a heavy cloud. But it felt more like the cloud just dreamed of an island… and we were just an echo of someone’s imagination all along. …Photography3 min read
May 28High Heels on TatamiThere is something sacrilegious in the act. Feels like most of the thing erotic a walking on those blurred lines.Photography1 min read© Tim Gallo.High Heels on Tatami----
May 21Pavilion of TearsA path to the heart is a path through a pavilion of tears. Oh, woman, it does not take a lot to make you cry… all you want is to be seen…Photography1 min read© Tim Gallo.Pavilion of Tears----
May 7Son’s NightmareI see a hand. It flows and grows Over my head. Flowers and lovers, I dreamed, All living and dead Lined on the palm of the hand.Poetry1 min read© Tim Gallo.Son’s Nightmare----
Apr 23Every image is a farewell kiss to the present…The bed rotates. Feeling crackling gears underneath over-washed sheets makes photographing you so much more surreal. The bed keeps rotating to the left. Bent mirrors reflect bent images. Everything is genuine when not recognized… I am like a paper ship wiggling on waves. Nothing is straight in the creative process. And you either swing with it or you drown in it. I hold darkness inside the chamber of my camera… I let your glow enter it one drop at a time. I am an alchemist in some sense. But no stone is produced. Only images.Photography1 min read
Apr 20I want to be gentle again…Like a piece of french bread left on a counter, I get stiff and dry with time, and words are not coming my way… if only a soft hand could sprinkle some water on me and warm me up — to be gentle again. I want to be gentle again… …Writing Life2 min read