On analogue photography

One of the things I love the most is taking my camera(s) out and take photographs of Madrid, my city, trying to see the city under a different point of view. But unload the film and develop it (even if it’s on my small and not-so-appropriate bathroom) and see the results for myself.

The greatness of doing something with your hands, to touch what felt untouchable, and see the result of wandering and wandering.

Sometimes the photographs aren’t as good as expected, or as many as I’d like it to be, but the feeling is pretty amazing, and as it has turn out, quite difficult to describe.

I don’t develop as many rolls as I’d like to, but do not worry, I’m getting there.

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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.

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.

Waves

Looking at this photographs while listening to piano music feels almost as being there, the combination of nature and black and white film feels as something opposite and thus complementary.

Or maybe it’s just that I feel melancholic today.