Everything seemed the same, the family photographs on the walls, the sofa, the windows… even the smallest of details like the dust gently touching the books in the shelves seemed the same. The light was different, though, that light that reminded him of his loss, a presence that lingered suspended on the air, on better times.


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.

The call

It happened just after breakfast. The phone of the study rang at 7 am, despite being a peaceful rainy Sunday with no worries and no appointments for the photographer. Something must have happened. Something indeed had. It was her who took the call on the persistent red phone.

Strange news. They had to leave the house as it was, with the breakfast half eaten on the kitchen table. All their belongings remained behind, even the studio equipment, the cameras and the films, all their clothes hung on the wardrobe and their books scattered around the house.

Photos taken at The Hardmans’ House in Liverpool.

Ocurrió justo después del desayuno. El teléfono del estudio sonó a las 7 de la mañana, a pesar de ser un tranquilo y lluvioso domingo, sin preocupaciones ni citas para el fotógrafo. Algo debía de haber pasado. Algo de hecho ocurrió. Fue ella la que cogió la llamada del persistente teléfono rojo.

Extrañas noticias. Tuvieron que dejar la casa tal cual estaba, con el desayuno a medio comer en la mesa de la cocina. Dejaron todas sus pertenencias, incluso el equipo del estudio, las cámaras y las películas, toda su ropa colgada en el armario y los libros esparcidos por la estancia.

Fotos tomadas en The Hardmans’ House en Liverpool.



When someone first told me about Superlambanana I thought it was the stupidest thing I ever heard of. But then I saw them in Liverpool and I grew fond of them. I even bought a keychain with a small blue one.

This bright yellow Superlambanana is my favourite (mostly because it’s the biggest and yellow, a colour I’m obsessed with), it’s outside the Avril Robarts Library (Liverpool John Moores University). The sculpture was created by artist Taro Chiezo for the art exhibition Go Superlambananas! during the city’s European Capital of Culture in 2008. There are more of them spread around the city with different designs made by local groups of artists. It’s something to look for when visiting Liverpool and a fun thing to do trying to catch them all on camera 🙂


La primera vez que me hablaron del Superlambanana pensé que era lo más estúpido que había oído jamás. Pero después los vi en Liverpool y les cogí cariño. Incluso me compré un llavero con uno pequeñito en azul. Este Superlambanana de color amarillo chillón es mi favorito (principalmente porque es el más grande y es amarillo, un color que me obsesiona), está frente a la Avril Robarts Library (Liverpool John Moores University). La escultura fue creada por Taro Chiezo para la exposición Go Superlambananas! durante la Capital Europea de la Cultura en 2008. Hay más repartidos por toda la ciudad con diferentes diseños realizados por grupos locales de artistas. Es algo que merece la pena buscar si visitáis Liverpool y muy divertido intentar fotografiarlos a todos 🙂