Plain photo

This photograph isn’t particularly beautiful, or especial, or has a stunning perspective … either is edited in some avant-garde way, but it is really important for me, as it represents the final way of a wandering day in Tokyo.

What if we just take / show photographs that we love instead of images of what the world might like? Can you imagine?

Advertisements

Silence

The office was always hectic, full of life and people moving from one place to another with papers, notebooks and juicy news of the latest scandal. The beautiful noise of typewriters never stopped, to the annoyance of the adjoining houses, the newspaper had to come out without delay. The smoke of cigarettes was often mixed with the smell of fresh ink, meat and tomato from the sandwiches of the shop downstairs, oregano from the pizzas from around the corner, and coffee, so much coffee we had more of it in our veins that actual blood.

But now there’s just silence, no typewriters, no more tasty smells to accompany the lonely nights, the smoke has vanished, the ink has dried. It all remains in silence.

Stillness

I haven’t had much time lately, or maybe I should say that I haven’t had much time for the things I love. Kind of nonsensical, don’t you think? I mean, why do we (in general; me in particular) leave the things that we love to do for the last moment? Or is it only me??

From time to time it’s ok just stop worrying about everything and relax, feel free to create whatever you want to create and not looking the clock. Just being swept along.

Ghost station

In the depths of Madrid there’s a place where time stopped many years ago, where you feel like a ghost, a voyeur of the daily routine of Metro riders, where you sense the hustle and bustle of older times.

This place is Chamberí Station, an old Metro station that was on use just for a few decades, but enough to bring to Madrid the greatness of the new means of transport. Since 2007 it’s a (free) museum, a very particular one as the new one still runs through it, so you feel like a shadow of the past, watching the train coming and going with all its passengers on it.

Asakusa in orange

I usually take / edit my photos in a not-a-very-special way … most of my photographs have the same edit, some in black and white, but generally the same. Maybe it’s because I fear missing something or forgetting about what I saw, but the thing is that I hardly ever do unusual edits (at least, unusual for me)

But sometimes things like this happen:

And I couldn’t love it more.

Chinatown

In the autumn of 2016 I went to Liverpool, it sounded like a nice destination, although I didn’t know anything of it (just a few guys that made quite good music… )

But in the end I loved the city, its industrial feeling with brick buildings, small museums and its port. Even though I almost had a heart attack when I dropped my camera (and it even bounced!!)

Anyway, it was a trip that I took on the spur of the moment, thinking of it with no special meaning … but it was outstanding, a city I recommend without doubt.

Liverpool has a lot to offer, with different faces, like this one of Chinatown, with the iconic brick houses mixed with the Chinese writing.

By the way, revising the photographs I took (here a few), I just remembered how much I miss my Polaroid Impulse Portrait, maybe it’s time to take her out to (and) have fun.