… between two buildings in Stockholm
In black and white.
LC-A + Rollei RPX 400 (+bad scanning with my phone)
Once I visited a town, a northern town, where old brick houses could tell many horror stories of desperation.
One of them caught my eye. By the window I saw a figure through the white curtains. She was staring out, completely frozen, her gaze fixed on the children playing with a football in the street. I stopped looking for a fragment of a second as the football almost hit me, and when I stared back, the window was empty, just the white curtains retaining the smallest of movement as the figure left.
My job kept me occupied most of the time, but I tried to visit that window a few times a week, then everyday, and as I grew obsessed with the figure I couldn’t help to scape work to visit The Window. I was supposed to stay in that northern city for a couple of weeks, but I kept postponing my return, I just wanted to see the figure, the mysterious woman I saw everyday, always staring out The Window, inexpressive, through the curtains, hoping she would look at me at last.
Finally she looked back. She looked back!!! Her dark eyes focused on me as a smile run through her face, I felt a shiver as she smiled more and more, her pale hand touching the glass of The Window, her gaze upon me kept me frozen at the other side of the street. I even remember hearing an eerie piano music coming out of that brick house before it turned into a whistle, a high pitch that finally made me collapsed.
The next thing I remember is the bright light of what seemed a hospital, and me asking as from the most remote of places where was the woman I saw. “No one has lived there in the last century” I heard. But I knew I saw her, I saw her by The Window.
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.
These lights were (almost) the very first landscape I saw when I went to Tokyo. They were taken from the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building (東京都庁, Tōkyō Tochō) in Shinjuku.
Oh I miss Tokyo so much.
Many people dream about big houses, great cars, awesome dressing rooms… But not me. Ever since I watched Disney’s “Belle and the Beast” my dream has been having a library of my own, a room just for the pleasure of the mind, with a comfy wing chair (upholstered in tweed, of course), maybe an old table and of course endless shelves with so many books I’d need several lives to read them all.
But for now, until my dream can come true (it will), I love to visit libraries, especially old ones just as this one: the Library of Trinity College Dublin.
Two different views from the same building in Valencia.
What’s better than a museum? Two! Here a double with the Reina Sofía Museum at its best.
In the summer of 2010 I spent a month in London with some friends, studying English, discovering the city, having fun and making photographs. What a time we had!