Angie Stergio's Photographic Investigations

At the end of the day, there are no mistakes. But, sometimes, there are surprises.

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My work is featuring in the March 2025 issue of FRAMES Magazine. (Page 58)

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The secret of Jackie O'Can (part I)

October 12, 2015 in black&white, people, photographic chronicles, portrait, street portraits

She belonged in one of the most infamous secret societies of Venice. According to my well informed connections she occupied a key role in the "Mister's" circle, a group of enigmatic, mysterious individuals that roamed about this beautiful city, keeping their purpose well hidden. Of course I knew who they were and what they were doing. But to find out, I had to take the most sacred vow of secrecy that exists in my profession, not to mention that one word slipping from my mouth would fatally compromise Juanita and Lupe, my most valuable assistants. The "Mister" was not kidding…

Revelations (part I)

October 09, 2015 in people, photographic chronicles, portrait, street, street portraits

It was the beginning of the most unpredictable fall of the decade… Revelations were about to take place, we knew that much, but when? And revelations, like solutions, never come from where you expect them to…

Expressions

October 01, 2015 in black&white, people, photographic chronicles, portrait, street, street portraits

There is much and at the same time nothing at all to be said about the power of the facial expressions. For the photographic investigator, it's a full time job. For the lover of the human experience and human nature, a challenge. And for some, a powerful tool. The latter ones are usually the subjects of my investigations…

On the subject of beauty

September 30, 2015 in lonely days, people, photographic chronicles, portrait, street, street portraits

There is nothing to be said, really. Beauty is like true art: it makes you stop, dissolves your thoughts, makes you look at things like a child looks at things, with eyes wide open, receptive, with no preconceptions, like for the first time. Some of my subjects have that meditative effect on me… they make me see connections between everything that exists… Put the blame on me...

Smoking in New York

September 28, 2015 in black&white, people, portrait, street portraits, summer, street, photographic chronicles, coffee

Smoking in New York is not easy for normal people… it seems to be extremely easy though, for the subjects of my investigations…

The Italian connection

September 15, 2015 in black&white, people, photographic chronicles, portrait, street, street portraits, summer

When an iconic photograph of a famous, but relatively newly discovered photographer disappeared from Momma, New York's top art curators knew for the first time what real panic felt like. I was sensing their fear. I could feel it in my bones. I admit it felt kinda nice… I knew it was a matter of time before the phone rang. And it did, later that night. The Italian connection was on. Of course, I have suspected that too… The only woman -the only person to be more accurate- in the western world that could retrieve a lost art treasure in less than 48 hours, was coming to Athens. It was believed that the photograph was there. I was hired -as I usually am- to follow her and document her work, without her knowing who I really was… What else was knew? Was I working for Momma? Was I working for the smugglers? You will never know.

An interview with Kay B.

September 13, 2015 in black&white, people, photographic chronicles, portrait, coffee

It was really a pretext so I could get close to her. As usual, I was hired to investigate her. I didn't know why, only that she was a writer and a musician. I had to read her short stories and listen to her music and make her talk to me. What she didn't know was that it was really her pictures that were doing the talking. But I couldn't tell her that. I am often wondering about my employers motives when they send me to photographically investigate someone… I have managed to realise one thing: they know more about my subjects then what these subjects know about themselves. And of course that on the other hand there is always me... That all I really know about anything, is nothing.

Waiting in Venice

September 11, 2015 in scenery, street, street portraits, summer, photographic chronicles, people

Waiting is never easy… especially if you don't like it. I usually shoot my subjects in B&W but this time my subject was missing. I was doomed to wait and wander. Things could be worst, I thought… I could be in any other city of the world… But I was in Venice. I decided to have some fun. Intense colours seemed appropriate. I took the chance, hoping my clients wouldn't hold it against me. How would they know, anyway?

The man in between

September 10, 2015 in black&white, lonely days, people, photographic chronicles, portrait, street, street portraits

He was there, no doubt about that, but it was obvious to me that he was a projection from a parallel dimension. In my photographic investigations I have come very often across incidents like that-some call them "accidents", but not me. I knew how to recognise the "trespassers". The trick was to look at them with the corner of your eye. Then you could see them standing in both places. Everywhere and nowhere. I shot him. That was my job.

"New shoes & hanging out"

September 08, 2015 in black&white, people, photographic chronicles, street, street portraits, summer

That was the name of the 2 girl rock band I was investigating a few months ago. They were very reluctant to have their faces photographed. Not their feet, though… And what would be more appropriate, considering the name of their band? In fact, one of them had indeed new shoes, while the other one was just "hangin' out" shoeless. Coincidence? Nobody will ever know.

Lupe the III

August 28, 2015 in photographic chronicles, portrait, cats

When I first encountered Lupe -this is the name of this strange cat- I thought she was an extremely noir, manga and mysterious creature… The amazing manga series Lupin the III came to mind… I decided that she would be a fantastic asset for Angie Stergio's Photographic Investigations and a great companion for Juanita, my amazing cat-assistant, who was complaining constantly about the load of work I was putting on her… This could really work, I thought… So, I offered Lupe a job… She accepted. Meet Lupe the III, my new cat-associate!

Windows and walls

August 23, 2015 in lonely days, photographic chronicles, summer, street, minimal, black&white

I was killing time between cases, so I decided to take a walk around Acropolis, in Athens. The title is just a Dan Fogelberg song that I was listening inside my head when I was taking these shots… It could very well have been something like "in the shadow of Acropolis", but what can you do? A P.I.'s mind is weird, to say the least…

The girl from Ipanema

August 21, 2015 in coffee, people, photographic chronicles, portrait, street portraits, summer

Ipanema was the name of the bar. She was working there. Not in the morning when I took these shots, though… she was in Ipanema for some other business. I was there for her. I recognised her by her tattoos. I had to investigate and if I thought it necessary, to shoot her. I did. For a strange reason I always thought of a blond girl whenever I listened to that song… Well… who knows how a P.I.'s mind works? Certainly not me…

The Bollywood girl

August 18, 2015 in street portraits, portrait, photographic chronicles, summer

She came out of a Bollywood movie just for a quick cold coffee with some of her funs, in a athenian suburb… I happened to be there for another case… I didn't let this opportunity go wasted. Her name was Leela (play) Chanda (pleasant) and when she dissapeared she left behind a mesmerising scent of sandalwood.

Totally unprocessed… I'm impressed!

August 07, 2015 in coffee, people, photographic chronicles, portrait, street portraits, summer

These are some high contrast jpg shots taken with the Ricoh GR… Completely unprocessed. I am impressed, because I was always shooting raw. It's like the feeling you have when you discover forgotten money in a pocket… Very cool.

The stolen polaroids part II

July 26, 2015 in coffee, people, photographic chronicles, portrait, street portraits

Stolen from time...

Who's afraid of Kay Boo?

July 14, 2015 in people, photographic chronicles, portrait, street portraits

Happy, melancholic, angry, unpredictable… Who's afraid of Kay Boo? In my opinion, any sensible person. Who loves her? In my opinion, anyone who is interested in taking lessons in love.

Showdown

July 04, 2015 in people, photographic chronicles, portrait, street portraits, summer

I believe there is an ELO song for every possible situation in life… I have realised this during a long, lonely summer a few years ago, listening almost exclusively to Electric Light Orchestra. Walking around in Athens a few days before the referendum of the 5th of July and taking photos of the beautiful Silver Gold, this ELO song was playing incessantly in my mind. Indeed… and what a showdown it would be… Living in interesting times was never easy.

Listening to Mississippi John Hurt

July 01, 2015 in people, portrait, photographic chronicles

"Make me a Pallet on your Floor" was the song and the soft, sweet voice of John matched perfectly with these shots… Rest in peace Brother and thank you.

What ever happened to Eleonora Krane?

June 22, 2015 in people, performance, photographic chronicles, portrait

This is a question unanswered. And it will remain that way, if I have anything to say about it. I was asked to follow and photograph her… I didn't ask why, this was just one of these cases… You know what I mean… the money was so good, there was no time for questions… And also, because I thought it would spoil my fun to know about it beforehand. It would be very easy to say that she was just a mad woman visiting again and again an abandoned hospital in Venice. It sure would be an easy assumption. But as I was watching her, day after day, I felt drawn to her, to her energy and personality. Being crazy was just too easy, too simple… In my mind she was an alien actor, a person from another world, stranded here, for unknown reasons. The only way to connect to her home was to perform again and a again a mysterious ritual - the movements and their significance where known only to her. I saw her move silently, harmonically, smoothly, gracefully in her mysterious, strange "dance", in a surreal but mesmerising choreography. And I stopped thinking. I stopped wondering, as well. All I did was hope, wholeheartedly, that she'd get back home, soon.