Closeness

Being too close to something may cause blurry sight, the object, the problem, the circumstance seems out of focus, unreachable, without a solution.

Maybe it’s the moment to put some distance and try to focus our sight again.

El Rastro

El Rastro is the most famous flea market of Madrid, where you can find the most common things among the most incredible and curious.

Besides the promise of great photographs, the history of the market is quite interesting: its name, rastro, came from the old days where in here there were the tanneries, so the trace (rastro) of the blood came down the street. The main street is Ribera de Curtidores (lit. Tanners bank) but the adjacent streets are reserved for specific objects: art, books, stickers… It’s the perfect place to spend a Sunday morning, and after all the looking, the haggling and the curiosities, what a better plan to go La Latina to have a cold beer (or two)

Una, dos y tres. Una, dos y tres.
Lo que usted no quiera, para El Rastro es.

Patxi Andión

*LC-A + Kentmere 400

Slow life

Back to the blog after a long long time, a journey of doubts, heat (I really hate summer) and tiredness. September is around the corner (and my holidays, too) and it’s time to make new starts, new goals… or maybe old goals with new perspectives.

Slowly everything settles.

LC-A / Ilford HP5 Plus

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.

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.