Ms. Joan Bondoc: Photojournalist, Philippine Daily Inquirer

Gigie Cruz talks to the first Filipino woman photojournalist on the value of ethics

Ms. Joan Bondoc has been a photojournalist for 14 years, started her career as a photojournalist with The Philippine Daily Globe then joined Philippine Daily Inquirer 2 years after, initially as a Correspondent eventually accepting a full-time job covering news.

She traversed what used to be considered a man’s world, but her passion for photography didn’t stop her from doing what she loves best – taking great pictures. It was indeed difficult during the first years since the arena was so competitive especially for a woman photographer but her strong-will opened the gate of photojournalism to women.

Ms. Joan Bondoc without a camera, posing for the interview.  
Photograph by Gigie Cruz.

Ms. Bondoc believes that a photojournalist should be resourceful, creative and abreast with current issues. She also believes that one shouldn’t be selfish by sharing information on news events to other photojournalists. She said her assertiveness comes in handy especially when she comes in late (unavoidable at times) during a press event. She tries her best to persuade the subject so she can shoot for her agency. She stressed though that images should not be staged and at the very least photojournalists should only give suggestions or ideas on how to improve the image. Images should never be manipulated she added. Manipulation should only be limited to cropping and sharpening. She cited a case when one of her photos was manipulated as per the Desk Editor’s decision, she was questioned by fellow photojournalist but explained to them that it was beyond her control and was not consulted about it. She aired her grievance to her Photo Editor to address the problem.

“Envelopmental journalism” for her is distasteful. She believes that an event will be covered if it is relevant.

Ms. Bondoc believes that PASSION should keep photojournalists going and this should be reinforced with knowledge, awareness of responsibilities, credibility and objectivity. 

                         Joan's son, Gab, gives his mom a kiss upon arriving from school.

                                                                                     Photograph by Gigie Cruz.

Shooting with an Enlightened Heart

An interview with Luis Liwanag and his family by Gigie Cruz

I met Luis Liwanag in 2004 during a workshop organized by the Philippine Center for Photojournalism in Subic, Zambales. Having well-known and established Filipino photojournalists as resource speakers, I somehow got inspired to pursue photojournalism to help me advance my advocacy.

One of the resource speakers then was Luis Liwanag, who shared his experience as a photojournalist. I got fascinated by how dedicated he was as a photographer, in spite of the dangers lurking in his exciting life. But according to his wife Venus Liwanag, what is even more inspiring is Luis' fight against blindness ever since he was diagnosed with glaucoma in 1992.  I remember one story shared by Venus Liwanag when we met last year during the Asia-Europe Young Photographers’ Forum held in Manila.  Father Luis and son Akira were part of the organizing team.  Luis apparently finds time to teach his two children Akira and Isis his knowledge and skills in photography as his eyesight deteriorates.

The story below is based on my interview with the Liwanag family - Venus, Akira and Isis. Sir Luis is currently busy covering the blast in Glorietta last October 19 and other assignments under the Agence France Presse where he’s currently affiliated.

Luis Liwanag, 2007.  Photograph by Gigie Cruz.

It could be a twist of faith that Luis’ surname is “Liwanag” which is a Filipino word for “light.” Even before college, Luis has already been interested with photography. Having a father who is an architect and painter, I would say visual artistry comes natural with Luis. Venus even shared that Luis’ mom has been an avid photographer trying to document special events and taking portraits.                                                                       

Luis initially took up Geology at UP Baguio but his father’s health forced him to discontinue his college education. However, this didn’t stop him from pursuing his studies. To earn a living, Luis applied as a school photographer for “The Dawn,” University of the East’s school paper.  This started his career as a photographer while taking up Fine Arts.

He was only 19 when he got his much awaited break in photojournalism. While doing presswork for his school paper, he heard several gunshots which urged him to grab his gears and get out the street to document the scene.  He covered the scene, without knowing that the dead man was Ben Tumbling, one of Manila’s most wanted men at that time. This experience helped him land a job under the Daily Express and the rest was history.

Luis Liwanag also covered for Asiaweek, Agence France Presse, Newsbreak, Manila Times and contributed photos as a stringer for Gamma Liaison.

Luis Liwanag left photojournalism for six years to work for an animation studio in San Francisco called BigTop Production as part of the team who created Felix the Cat and the Simpsons. However, he realized that his true calling is photography so he went back to the Philippines and did some networking with his old contacts where he landed work for Manila Times.

Akira Aprielle Liwanag, Luis’ 16 year old son got into photography inspired by his dad’s dedication to the craft. Out of curiosity, Akira (when he was still 8 years old) tried to use his dad’s camera while Luis was taking a rest. He pressed the shutter twice as he explored the Depth-of-field of Luis’ Film SLR camera. This “wonderful” experience as Akira describes urged him to join different photojournalism and photography contests when he was still in elementary school. He joined contests on journalism, news writing and photojournalism representing Kamuning Elementary School in the Division and Regional levels.

Akira Liwanag

16 years old, enjoys doing street photography

with his Dad, Luis, whom he idolizes.

Photograph by Gigie Cruz.

He remembers the first time he joined his dad to a rally when he was 11 years old. Though he was aware of the dangers, he enjoyed every bit of it which he now attributes to his adventurous nature. He sees the shooting experience as a bonding opportunity with his dad whom he fully admires. They both enjoy street photography and try to find time to shoot together when possible.

Akira finds his dad as cool person, warm hearted and a very good mentor. He cherishes all the times they shoot together because he learns a lot from him. All the things he 
knows in photography he learned from his dad. Luis always reminds Akira that it is a never-ending learning process, he reminds him that there’s always something new to learn.

Akira learns through the critiquing session he and his dad always have right after they shoot. There was a time when Luis criticized Akira’s failure to produce sharply focused images telling him “ Kung pagfocus di mo kaya, paano mo pa magagawa yung iba”(If you can’t properly focus, how can you execute other important stuff…) probably the worst statement he heard from his dad but it was something that pushed him to do his best always. On the other hand, he felt ecstatic when his dad praised his images as “Pang-Magnum” (Magnum Quality) after their day long shoot at the railway in Sta. Mesa, Manila.

Aside from the critiquing sessions between the father and son, Akira also posts his images to his blog to get comments from other people. Something he looks forward to.

Akira admires his dad’s discipline especially in keeping his gadgets clean and organized. Akira got scolded once when Luis found some fungal growth on one of his lenses. Luis according to mom Venus is very meticulous when it comes to his camera stuff and spends enough time to clean his gears.

Talking about gears, Luis Liwanag currently uses Canon 350D and 30D with wide, normal and telephoto lenses while Akira uses his Canon Elan camera and Zorki Rangefinder.

Akira also attributed his dad’s ability to create compelling images to his unending passion on photography. Venus Liwanag added that Luis’ people skills helps a lot in creating good images.  He doesn’t instantly shoot upon arriving in an area.  He makes time to speak with the people in the area before taking their images. According to Venus, Luis stresses the importance of showing interest to your subject to create a mutual response from them. Aside from these traits, Venus also thinks that Luis’ endless quest for learning, open mindedness and Spirituality makes him a very effective photojournalist despite his blindness on the left eye.

Akira and mom Venues describe Luis as a man with a big heart. Luis also gets inspiration from his idol Henri-Cartier Bresson and believes that it is important to “shoot with your heart,” he believes that this is reflected on the images one creates. Checking his blogsite confirm Luis principle as written on his profile “My eyes are going blind...and I have just only began to see. Look and feel for the things around you and open your eyes from within your heart.”

Though Akira dreams to be an established filmmaker in the near future, he still wants to be like his dad –his idol. He will definitely continue his photography and would love to do it with his dad Luis.

Enlightened.  Luis Liwanag's significant other, Venus Liwanag, 9-year old Isis Ingrid Liwanag and eldest child Akira Aprielle Liwanag.  Everyone does photography in their own way, as inspired by the head of the family, Luis.  
Photograph by Gigie Cruz.

To view some of Luis Liwanag’s work, visit 

http://pitikbulag.blogspot.com/


Akira Liwanag publishes his work at http://www.akiraliwanag.com

http://akiraliwanag.multiply.com

Luis' youngest daughter also maintains a blog at
http://isisingridliwanag.blogspot.com

The Unanswerable Questions of Alex Baluyut

by: Cristina Luisa Sevilla

Alex Baluyut at the Manila Pen uprising of 2008. Photo by Cristina Luisa Sevilla.


The walk back home was 3 kilometers long. The young, brash and rowdy group of teenage boys had gotten drunk in town and to get back to their houses, they would have to pass through Pampanga’s cane fields blackened by the night. Suddenly they heard a gunshot piercing the darkness. And then another. And then again another. Silence. It was the first time the young Alex would hear the heart-stopping, sickening explosion that could only be gunfire. The boys would tread on in the looming shadows; the silver edges of moonlight barely lighting their way. Laced with alcohol and fear, they would crack jokes about the NPA coming to get them.

Around 10 years after, Alex would find himself trapped in darkness again, not in Pampanga’s cane fields but in the horrid war zone jungle of the Agusan Marsh in Mindanao. This time, he would hear more than a few gunshots. “You hear everything. You hear grenades. The sound of a mortar shell going off inside a jungle is terrifying. You learn to distinguish between the sound of an M16, an AK47, an M203. The mortar round comes in and you have to listen from which direction it’s coming from para matantsa mo kung saan ka pupunta.” And this time too, it wasn’t the NPA Alex was fearing. He was doing a photo-documentary for and with the NPA. It was the other side, the army of the Philippine government that would come to gun them down. The sounds would never leave him. Mindanao would never leave him.

Almost 30 years later, I sat across the famed documentary photographer Alex Baluyut in a glorified version of a nipa hut called Coca Cabana near the red-light district of Makati City. Alex was my professor in a photojournalism course at the Ateneo de Manila University and among all the teachers, he was terribly difficult and the most demanding. At the beginning of our session, he gave our class a syllabus of required readings and assignments that made our jaws drop.

One of the tasks among his infinite list of requirements was to interview a documentary photographer. And though I knew the pressure would multiply to unspeakable levels, I chose to interview him. Alex had a notorious reputation of being uncontrollable under the influence of alcohol and had an equally famous temper. It was also common knowledge that he spoke his mind and was testy. One night, in drunken fury, he even called another famous veteran photojournalist, Sonny Yabao, “a worm”. According to Alex, it was because Yabao didn’t stand up for his photography work as a Marcos propagandist.

And yet, Alex was also known for his brave, intense work and his fierce, if not ferocious integrity. His credibility was and is never questioned. The respect photojournalism veterans and students have for him is no less than colossal. And he was also, reportedly, charming to the ladies. It was impossible not to be intrigued.

Our first round of beer was gone in an instant. Over the course of the night, we consumed around two packs of cigarettes and 16 bottles of San Miguel Lights, only 5 and a half of which were mine. I sat across Alex in those first few minutes, fidgeting, and tactlessly, I blurted out that one of the very first things I heard about him years ago was about his drinking and how he would throw intoxicated bouts of anger in public. He accepted my daftness coolly and explained that on the contrary, he had already stopped drinking heavily. He now only had the occasional drink with friends, and that’s that. “But until now, people still want to test me. How drunk can we get Alex? All my life, people wanted to test how much they could get me drunk or how tough I was. It’s always been like that, people testing me. But they could never get me down. I always showed them. Like I may not be a clever photographer. But I have guts. Pure guts lang talaga. Reckless passion.”

Alex having a drink with Japan's leading war photographer, Masao Endo.


Alejandro Luz Baluyut was born in 1956 in Paco, Manila to a clan of wealth and artistry. But despite that privileged beginning, his family history was beset with difficulties. One of Alex’ rare memories of his mother is of her reading, keeping herself shut in the bedroom. The memories are faint because she died of a drug overdose when Alex was only 7 years old. His father had been obsessed with his mother and would even, at times, threaten her with a gun. Alex’ elder siblings who had seen it all would, after their mother’s ruin, have a strained relationship with their father, silently blaming him for driving their mother to her death. It was not long after that when Alex’ father began drinking heavily. Everyday. Without restraint.

Vices would trickle down the family tree. The siblings were composed of an eldest sister and five succeeding boys, the youngest of which was Alex. He would hang out with his older brothers’ friends and would begin smoking at 12, start taking drugs at 13, heroin at 15 and downers at 16. “We were the `bad Baluyut brothers’. Each brother’s barkada specialized in a certain drug. And I would just go there. I was a prince.”

It was during this time of experimenting with drugs and religions—like Buddhism, Hari Krishna, reading of the Tibetan Book of the Dead and listening to the songs of Bob Dylan that Butch, Alex’ eldest brother, swapped their turntable and 2 speakers for a Nikkormat camera with a 50mm lens. Butch would teach Alex and they would buy film for P15 at Herran. “I spent miles and miles of film,” recalls Alex. “After you used your film, you could use the canister to put in all sorts of drugs.”

It was also this time when Alex was kicked out of the Grade School of Ateneo, ironically the university where he presently teaches, when he led a protest against the rule banning long hair. He transferred to Letran, where his brother Benjie, the 4th of the bad Baluyut brothers, was studying. On the first day of school, the brothers cut class and Benjie introduced Alex to the pool hall. Back at Coca Cabana, as Alex recounted these moments to me, he suddenly got excited. “At 13, I decided that the best education wasn’t in a classroom. It was in a pool hall. The body language, the moment. The greatest players in the universe are in Manila! Not just the best players in the world, ha, in the Universe!” Alex exclaimed. “And for how long were you in Letran?” I asked. His answer— “Just enough for me to learn the basics of pool”.

All the drugs however, would one day, sadly, take its toll. Rickee, the 3rd of the brothers, would die of a barbituate overdose. It was a turning point in Alex’ life. “I wanted to live.”

It may have been all his listening to Bob Dylan, Neil Young’s “After the Gold Rush” and Crosby, Stills and Nash’s “Wooden Ships” or it may have been Alex’ driving need to feel the underbelly of the world. Whichever it was, Alex packed his belongings, and just like that, rode the Philippine Rabbit bus and felt the wind slap against his face and run through his hair. He was on his way to Magalang, Pampanga. He wanted to go back to the roots of his ancestry and had decided that he wanted to work in the farm and study at the Pampanga Agricultural College.

I was astonished to hear this, as it seemed crazy for a city boy barely at the age of shaving to make such a huge decision of independence. I learned later though that many of Alex’ traits as a young teenage boy would grow with him to his adulthood till he mastered them. This in particular would be one of Alex’ chief characteristics—that he left when he wanted to leave, no matter how absurd the decision seemed. As a young man, Alex would for example, show that very same relentless inner faith and willpower once again and leave for one of the most important journeys of his life.


IN AND OUT OF THE ASSOCIATE PRESS


He was in his early twenties, working for his brother Butch, who, after years of photography, had by this time become a much sought-after portrait photographer. Butch had had an enormously successful first exhibit and was working on his 2nd exhibit of portraits of glamorous women. Alex was his lab man. “I started processing and printing for the Master, my Master. He was charming, dashing, he was Butch Baluyut. Everyone wanted to be photographed by him. It was an honor. I was making nothing, but it was enough.”

Butch had a friend, Bobbit Sison, who had worked for the Associate Press. While Butch was into Richard Avedon and Teddy Boy, the 2nd of the Baluyut brothers was into Guy Bourdain, Alex couldn’t forget the photo essays he had seen in LIFE magazines by photojournalists such as Eugene Smith or Saint Eugene, as Alex now fondly calls him.

So he decided to go to AP. “I just went. I walked into the office. I saw all those Teletype machines. It was cool, something out of the imagination.” He asked one of the staff if he could apply as a photographer and was flat out refused. “We have a photographer already,” the staff said. When he got back home, Alex thought about the situation and decided he wouldn’t take no for an answer. The next day, Alex went back to AP and happened upon their photographer Andy Hernandez. When Alex asked if they needed a photographer, Andy immediately said, “Yeah, we need a photographer.” That very instant, Andy took Alex to the office of the editor who immediately told Alex he could go ahead and be Andy’s apprentice and a stringer for the AP. “That’s why I tell my students to never give up.”

Being a stringer for the AP was no walk in the park. It was tedious, tiring, dangerous and threatening. But when he made a brilliant coverage of the child who rushed to Pope John Paul during his visit to the Philippines and who was consequently brought to a precinct, with photographs no other photographer had taken, Alex was finally, officially hired. That New Years Day, Alex took his cameras to church and prayed in deep gratitude. “I said I would do my best. I believed in photojournalism, that I could make a change.”



For the next three years, Alex would work beyond the call of duty, risk life and limb and miss each Christmas dinner for his job at AP. He was now a photographer for the Associate Press, in a prestigious position as one of its few photographers in the Philippines, with a salary and overtime pay that came to around P4,000/month, an enormous amount at that time.

And yet, after the work, the toil and sacrifice, when the offer of doing a documentary of the New People’s Army of Mindanao came, Alex, to the surprise of his colleagues, quit his job, received a 7,000-peso separation pay and left for Mindanao. He had been wanting to photograph the growing insurgency in the South and do the kind of work, the documentary, that he had originally set out to do. When the opportunity came, he took it in a heartbeat. And just like that, as that bus ride from Manila to Pampanga, he left. “Pag sinabi kong gagawin ko, gagawin ko.”



TESTS



The Pampanga Agricultural School required actual hard labor at the farm and so you had to pass an aptitude test before you could enter. It must have been especially entertaining for the Kapampangans to watch Alex, the rich kid from Manila, digging his hands into dirt. His first job was holding a huge shovel-like tool on each arm, digging both into the ground at the same time, then hauling up the earth and transferring it elsewhere. “Putok ang kamay ko! I had blisters all over my hands. They said I wouldn’t come back at all. They said `Ahh mayaman yan. Baluyut yan eh.’ They rejected me right away. But I showed them. I bought gloves in Manila. And I went back.” A few days later, Alex would pass all the tests.

There would be different characters later on in Alex’ life, but it would essentially be the same scenario of people and situations testing him and testing him and Alex left with nothing to do but prove his worth. Such was the case when he left the AP for Mindanao. “UP sina Romy Gacad and I came from Ateneo with a pedigree. They looked at me like I couldn’t do it with institutional help. Can you do it without AP behind you? Ano kala nyo sa akin, wimp? They were always questioning me. Are you questioning my manhood, my family or what? Nobody had gone to Mindanao yet. I was the first. Nobody was willing to take a risk. It was my dream, to get my feet wet. And I thought if nobody’s gonna do it, I’m gonna do it. I was an athlete, I was strong, I didn’t have a family, I knew I could take the punches.”

In the war of Mindanao, he would see people die. The NPA would even execute a comrade accused of being an agent right in front of Alex. The nights were the worst. He couldn’t see where he was going and was disoriented. It was double the fear. “You feel totally naked inside the forest. You were fighting for your life. In war, either you live or you die. I was really scared. I was chicken shit, man. But you gather all your senses and you think—you might as well die shooting, right? You learn how to be cool under pressure, steadying your nerves and your mind. You have to function, eh. I had to do a job, I had to fulfill a commitment and I did it as best as I could.”

And as his triumphant return to Pampanga, passing the tests with blistering hands, four months, 60 rolls and countless wounds later, he had finished his job in Mindanao.


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The Baluyut family came from generations of hacenderos in Pampanga. The house Alex lived in on their sprawling land was an 1800 narra hardwood family manor. “It was fabulous, just fabulous.”

The kitchen was the center of the whole house. And their huge stove had smoldering heat. What was used to make fire for the stove was ipa or rice bran. And at any given time, there would be 4-5 sacks of ipa, just for fire, by the ceiling.

Every morning, the cook, Apong Gara, would prepare for Alex a glass of carabao milk. Breakfast was usually a Kapampangan specialty called `Pindang’ which is beef or carabao meat laboriously pounded and dried on the roof for 3 days. Pindang would be eaten with wagwag rice and cane vinegar to balance its saltiness.

While meals as specially and meticulously-prepared as this would be just his breakfast, Alex on the other hand would see his classmates eating tuyo and only tuyo for each and every meal. “I was living in this big house. I saw the disparity of the rich and the poor. It was here where I first learned the protocol in a poor man’s house. On weekends I’d go home to Manila and I’d take drugs to forget the poverty. After 4 years in Pampanga, I knew the poor like the back of my hand. I knew the language, I knew how to eat, how to take a crap in the middle of a field without qualms.”

It was this training later on that helped him as he did his documentary work. No matter where he was, he knew how to be with people. In Mindanao, he stayed in safehouses and learned about the people. They were poor but they had a rich and immense culture. He would eat with them and fall in love with their food, their suka, their coffee that had hints of macadamia, and their kinilaw. “It was the best kinilaw I tasted in my whole life!”

As I watched him dreamily recalling the different tastes, Alex suddenly snapped out of his reverie. “When I got back to Manila, all those in the safehouses were captured, tortured, killed.” He took a sip of beer and shook his head. “They were good people too….all the good people, they killed them off…the gentlest people, they killed them off. And the Left killed off themselves.”



PHOTOGRAPHY



During Alex’ years in Pampanga, Teddy Boy had built a darkroom back at Paco. “It was the messiest darkroom in the whole world. Butch was really spartan, but this was a really lousy darkroom. Mang Cecilio who was also a Kapampangan, the lab man of Danny Feliciano, taught me how to darkroom. He was old school. He smelled of pomade and he was a real gentleman. Teddy Boy one time had a job doing the Assumption yearbook and I could do 150 prints in one night. And Mang Cecilio was old na so when he was tired he’d say `Bili na tayo ng serbesa’. Yun ang tawag doon nun, eh. Ang sarap pakinggan, parang nakakauhaw, eh, no? Di pa ako umiinom nun, eh.” Alex would go home each weekend and learn the ropes, not just of the darkroom, but also of codeine from cough syrup, the major seller being only 4 blocks away from their house.

And on weekdays, when he would be back at Pampanga, Alex would then learn to drink. It was gin with the exiles, the Tagalog who were the bad boys sent off to the province by their parents. “We were the wildest but we were also the most talented. Like my friend, Vic, was an archer and could play the guitar.” Alex, too, despite his delinquency would win speech contests. “Drugs didn’t destroy my body because athlete ako. Drugs didn’t destroy my mind because may will ako.” His teachers had no choice but to respect him. But it was one particular teacher who really saw his talent. “Evangeline Lacson, Dean of Student Affairs, saved me. She saw I had something. Nakita niya agad. Women are always saving men.” Evangeline made him the sports and photo editor of the school paper. Alex would for the first time, on a `professional’ level, shoot and write. Teddy Boy would sell his Pentax Spotmatic ES to the school and this would be the very first camera Alex would have on the job. “It was here where I learned how to drink gin, where I got my first ulcer, where I got my first camera. After those 4 years, I knew how to shoot and how to do darkroom.”

At first, as the paper’s photo editor, Alex’ photos were mostly of sports events. But he still remembers the very first time he took photographs he really liked. “It was a photo of a husband and wife, farmers na kumakain sa field. And the light was really, really bad. But I was so proud. And then another time, I was trapped in the canteen because it was raining. And there was this kid, a boy, who was walking. Ang ganda. It was better than masturbation!”

But photography however, would not always feel this good for Alex. The years after his Mindanao project were trying times. During Mindanao, Alex was courting Tina, a girl he had left behind in Manila. He wrote her love letters, which would later on be used as captions for the photographs of his highly revered book on Mindanao, “Kasama. Photographs of the New People’s Army”. The whole book would actually be one long love letter dedicated to Tina.



COMING BACK FROM MINDANAO


Tina finally became his girlfriend. Time went by sweetly till the day she found out that Alex was still using drugs. This would be the last times Alex would be taking drugs, but it wasn’t enough for Tina. She split up with him. As Alex did the darkroom work for Kasama, his co-author, photojournalist Lenny Limjuhco would also share his bitter tale of love. Lenny, an activist, was left by his girlfriend for, of all things, an army major. It was a slap on his face. Alex and Lenny would take turns literally crying in the darkroom.

But love was not Alex’ only battle. After finishing the darkroom work, he would finally have the exhibit and book launching of Kasama. On the night before the launch, a representative of the NPA came to the Cultural Center of the Philippines where the launch was to be held and told Alex that they had changed their minds as Alex had refused to have the choice of his photographs censored by the NPA. The representative and her cohorts confiscated Alex’ photographs and books, leaving only one copy of Kasama. The CCP was behind Alex all the way however, and with their support, Alex decided still to launch the book that next night. With one and only one copy of the book.

Despite the paranoia that the threat of the NPA created in Alex, the launch proved to be worth the trouble. Kasama won Alex his first National Book Award. It was the first time in the history of the Philippines for a photography book to win the prestigious honor. The recognition of Alex’ fearless work was a validation of the difficult choices he had made in life.

It would not take long however, for the success of Kasama to wear off on Alex. Throughout these years, he would work for Malaya then the Manila Times and after that would still shoot some projects for the AP. One particular assignment was a shoot with fellow veteran photojournalist Gil Nartea in Quezon. Both Alex and Gil were heavily criticized for being at the scene and taking photographs of the violence they witnessed instead of informing authorities.

A similar incident was when Stephen Salcedo was beaten to death by Marcos loyalists and the photographers, Alex included, took photographs instead of stopping the violence. He was a photographer doing his duty. And yet, he was human too. Should he have taken those shots?

When I asked what he loves about photography, Alex answered, “the adventure, the unanswerable questions that wait for you the next day.” But this insight would take years to come to him. For at the time that the controversial issues regarding his work came out, those unanswerable questions weighed so heavily, too heavily, on Alex’ shoulders. “I drank, tried to commit suicide. I would stand up, fall again, that kind of life. I just wanted to die, actually. I didn’t see a reason to live. There wasn’t a single day I didn’t think of killing myself.”



LOVE


At some point in the interview, a fully intoxicated girl came crashing at our table out of nowhere and without an invitation, decided to sit down with us. She was dark and sultry and her name was Guada. I had a pen and a notebook in front of me. Automatically she assumed that Alex and I were poets writing poetry off the bat.

She started scribbling instant poetry in my notebook in her drunken handwriting, words moaning and moaning of love. I presumed that she was attracted to Alex. And then she wrote down her cellphone number on my notebook and left. Was she coming onto Alex or to me?

Perhaps women come into Alex’ life this way, always when he least expects it. Among his countless firsts in Pampanga, it was also here where Alex would have his first taste of intimacy with the opposite sex. It was controversial and a huge family scandal. It was with Alex’ cousin.

Decades later, during his trying times with his controversial photographs, Buena came into his life. With his new love, he began to take photographs again and was inspired to create his next book “Brotherhood”. It was a documentary on police brutality in the Philippines. It was another feat no one had ever done before, with the police allowing a photographer to take incriminating photographs of their daily violence and cruelty. “I knew I could do it. I wasn’t scared of policemen. They knew this by feel. So they just let it all hang out.” And while Alex’ relationship with Buena wouldn’t last, “Brotherhood” was another success, winning Alex his second National Book Award.

His next project, “Gikan sa Area” was a major photo exhibit of Alex’ 5 month sojourn back to the deeper, protected areas of Mindanao. “I knew Mindanao like the back of my hand. I traveled more than a Mindanaoan around Mindanao. I drank with them, slept in their houses, learned about their food, weaknesses, strengths, culture, I was well entrenched. The Mindanaoans said `You’re our adopted son.’ That was the most honorable thing.” “Gikan sa Area” this time, would be exhibited during Alex’ present love, Precious. The couple has two children between them, Rickee, named after Alex’ brother, who is 5 and Dylan who is 3.

Alex with children Dylan and Rickee.

Surprisingly, for someone who has a constantly flourishing lovelife, when asked what he loves about doing documentaries, his answers reflect a highly individual spirit. “What I love about documentary? The isolation. It’s really when you come to terms with yourself. When you’re totally free. When you have to be a man. Or a woman. Being yourself in photojournalism is a very very hard thing to carry. Towards the end, it’s always you. Never underestimate the power of an individual statement, a personal vision, which might be your own. That’s the way I survived.”

Despite the drunken stupor of the night, it was impossible not to grasp that I was in the presence of greatness. Or madness. Or both. I understood that more than his photographs, it was his person, his freedom, his insane and unbendable will that marked him as a legend, the one and only of his kind.

We finish our last beers and I watched the fire dancing in Alex’ eyes. He was 51 years old and perhaps just as strong and fierce or even fiercer as when he was younger. There are more adventures, more unanswerable questions that obviously awaited him. After 4 years in Pampanga, Alex returned to Manila. And just like the present, he would bide his time, as how he bides it now, till the day he would leave. Or at the moment, till the day he leaves again.

Alex, 2008. Photo by Buck Pago.