In 2015, I did a series called Lisbon in Color, focussing on the colorfulness of the city. With my new series, Revisiting Lisbon, I want to return to this subject again by zooming in on the many details in the streets of the Portuguese capital.
I will start the new year as I ended the last one, continuing my Portugal series shot last October. This time, though, I will not set up the pictures themselves but talk about something you can’t spot on the shots, which is intrinsically interwoven with Lissabon and the people living there. I am talking about Fado’s music. It is a very intense and melancholic kind of folk singing, popular in Portugal until the 80s but fading away now. To understand the people of Portugal is to understand the nature of Fado.
You can listen to Fado on YouTube, of course. Still, being in Lisbon, you can also go to one of many Fado restaurants throughout the city. However, it is widespread in the so-called Fado neighborhood of Mouraria in the old town. Usually, you pay a package price for the food and the musicians. The spectacle starts at around 8 pm and ends well after midnight. The combination of good Portuguese wine (and port wine), delicious local food, and the music is exceptional.
One night, a visit to a Fado Restaurant called Maria da Mouraria became magical. After being served the second course, the musicians went to the small stage among the tables and started playing. We were all surprised, though, and began to sing suddenly. It was the guy who had just introduced himself to us as the kitchen chef! Well, it turned out he was the owner and a very talented Fado singer. It wouldn’t be the last surprise of the night.
As we watched him and his musicians, we also noticed an older lady at the door whipping to the music. Later, a friend went to the toilets downstairs and told us she saw the lady singing in the basement with the musicians; it seemed like they were practicing. Indeed, after the next course, she came to the stage, and what followed was a magical performance of a 95-year-old lady singing like a 25-year-old star. Her presence on the stage was magnificent; the feelings and the joy she put into the songs were inspiring. A beautiful voice full of emotions in an almost private setting. It felt intimate. The lady had so much energy and fun she just wouldn’t stop, continuing singing even on the sidewalk while wandering with us through the nightly lit streets of Mouraria while she went home and we headed to the Metro.
Later, we witnessed a spontaneous performance by a retired lady living in the neighborhood. But this wasn’t any lady. She was the sister of the famous Amalia Rodrigues, an icon of Fado who died in 1999 and was well-known by all Portuguese. Celeste Rodrigues is a prominent Fado figure in Portugal, having often been on television and given large concerts. It felt as for a moment in her life, she was the star on the large stage again, her beautiful voice becoming a part of the history of Lisbon itself.
Having lived in Lisbon, Portugal, for a few months, I still missed out on some things. Revisiting the city in October this year allowed me to catch up on these experiences. High on my bucket list was a visit to the ruins of the Convento Di Carmo, a former Catholic convent destroyed in the infamous earthquake of 1755, leaving it in a state of decay for the following centuries. Today, it’s open for visitors and offers a fascinating perspective on Gothic architecture and evanescence.
Sometimes, a particular light is accompanied by a mood you associate with a city or place. Speaking for myself, that is undoubtedly true with Lisbon, Portugal. At dusk, the earthy tones of the city turn into warm yellow and orange colors. There is no better place to enjoy the sunset, though: at the river Tejo’s banks with a view of Belém on one side and the glorious bridge of the 25 de Abril on the other, watching sailing boats disappear into the Atlantic Ocean.
This is the second series about my revisit of the capital of Portugal, Lisboa in October 2017. You’ll find the introduction right here.
During a winter a few years ago, I had the privilege of living in Lisboa (Lisbon), Portugal. Working a full-time job, I had the weekends off to discover the city, trying to capture the colors and the spirit of Lisboa on camera. I published the results on this website between late 2014 and early 2015. You’ll find a collection of the series right here. My piece about Azulejos, the traditional craft of manufacturing ceramic tiles, is still one of the most clicked articles on this website.
So two months ago, I got to return to the beautiful capital of Portugal again for a few days, and I fell in love again. As I used to do, I took my camera bag. I roamed freely around the city again, revisiting parts of the town I already knew and discovering new places like the Convento di Carmo, an abandoned church I hadn’t been to before. Of course, you never take the same shot twice; there is always a new angle, perspective, and, in this case, a new camera and lenses.
It felt like a direct continuation of what I had done a few years before like I would never have been away. Also, the weather was perfect for photography in these last days of Iberian summer. I’ve spent some time curating the new shots and making them into a couple of new series, which I will release little by little during the following months.
Michael Hoffman Photography 