Black and white books in Cuesta de Moyano.
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.
A couple of photographs of different cafés in Madrid.
Is there anything better that to take along your analogue camera to nice cafés? Well, maybe drink a good coffee there…
and its shadows.
These days I have sooooo much (work) stuff to do that I feel I don’t have a moment to just stop, I’m continuously walking (I even dream I walk), going in a rush from one place to the next.
I’ve always been very active but these days oh I wish I could just disconnect for a moment.
Sometimes, you just need to change your point of view.
I’ve always been afraid of the sound of the telephone. It means bad news. And no-one, especially me, wants bad news.
My phone, as it happens in many houses, is at the end of the corridor, like a totem, all alone on a table made just for it, as a king, the king who looks at his servants with disdain. The telephone controls us all, with its silence and its continuous black cloud of news, of bad news. From the moment you enter the house, you can feel its presence, the power it holds. If it was a person you could even see it scoffing at you, oh powerless mortal waiting forever for a call with the bad news you fear so much.