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Strictly NY – Photo Exhibition With Alberto Vargas

garcia-brothers-org-strictly-new-york-photo-exhibition-2013-alberto-vargas From Queens, New York, the young and talented Alberto Vargas will present his photographic work alongside other talented artists, if you’re in the Big Apple not can miss it!, the event will be on September 7 in The City Dont Sleep in Brooklyn.

Desde Queens, Nueva York, el joven y talentoso Alberto Vargas expondrá su trabajo fotográfico junto a otros artistas con mucho talento, si estás en la Gran Manzana no puedes perdértelo! el evento será el 7 de Septiembre en The City Dont Sleep en Brooklyn.

Here’s the website of Alberto Vargas, we invite to know his fantastic work!

Aquí tenéis la web de Alberto Vargas, te invitamos a conocer su fantástico trabajo!

Alberto Vargas Photography

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Ebbet´s Dream – Garcia Brothers & Alberto Vargas (New York) – 2013 ©

Ebbet´s Dream - By Garcia Brothers & Alberto Vargas (New York) 2013 ©

Ebbet´s Dream – By Garcia Brothers & Alberto Vargas (New York) 2013 ©

Alberto Vargas, a promising and young photographer born in Queens, New York, his motto is “Stay Busy, Stay Hungry, Stay Working” 

Thanks to Alberto Vargas for this fabulous photography of the chrysler building almost covered by fog in the middle of night. Photo that I used for portray to the famous actor Steve McQueen.

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More info about Alberto Vargas in:

www.albertovargasphoto.com

www.albertovargas.wordpress.com

www.twitter.com/aVARGASphoto

 

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“LA FAMIGLIA” – DULLY ©

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“…Never let anyone outside the family know what you’re thinking”

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THE STORY OF ABHINAV ©

garcia-brothers-org-taxi-driver-nyc(Photo of Abhinav´s taxi crossing Seventh Avenue, 2013)

In March 2002, Abhinav, of Indian origin and resident in Brooklyn, began to cross the streets of the Big Apple working as taxi driver.

At that time, Abhinav began to hear screams, sounds of gunfire and bombs in a desert, a desert that he assured see from his mind. Even when he was awake. For months, he lost sleep, could barely stand it. For not lost their employment, was silent and only his wife and son knew this strange phenomenon.
In mid 2006, a day, for a few seconds, Abhinav, waked on operating room in the other side of the world on, the place was a tanker boat headed for Australia. Hours later, that tanker boat, gave to a post to the police Port Australian that really happened. Seconds later, apparently a heart attack caused him to lose control of his taxi, fortunately escaped unhurt.
Days later, he saw from his window that could create his own environment, all that he imagine really happened more later. For weeks Abhinav locked himself in his own house for watching television and alone, began trying to change the world.
In 2008, a financial agent, was surprised at the question of this driver, “everything is going to the shit? right?”. Four days later, that client was found dead with signs of suicide.
garcia-brothers-org-the-story-of-abhinav-drawing(Sketch of one of the prophecies of Abhinav)

Abhinav says it’s becoming more able to predict far clearer and our future. Even said dozens of tugs, will transport the copper from the Statue of Liberty to sell it in Manhattan and Brooklyn.
If you ever take the taxi Abhinav, do not ask lightly, no one knows what is coming.

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THE LITTLE BLUE BOOK OF MY GRANDFATHER ©

One morning my grandfather came home. It was my tenth birthday. I remember I woke up with the sound of engine of a Ford mustang shelby of 67 . I ran down the stairs and i jumped out of the portal to fall into his arms. Quickly called my three best friends. Bobby, Charlie and Helen. And during all that day i sat on the knees of my grandfather.

He had traveled around the world!! even one night under the stars, he said me he walked on the moon. Although in my house there were many pictures of him, I never knew wich was my grandfather’s employment.

In the evening my grandfather took us to walk around New York Mounted on the “Ford mustang”. When we got home, my grandfather out from his pocket pulled out a small blue book. More gifts? I asked to my grandfather and he laughed. On its cover, a title. “Drawings and notes in a city without wind,” I asked where was this town, his name was Chernobyl.

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