When the sun is setting, the city has something ghostly in the emptiness of its streets.
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.Patxi Andión
Lo que usted no quiera, para El Rastro es.
*LC-A + Kentmere 400
The perfect mannequin.
LC-A + Kentmere 400
The beautiful Segovia in all its splendour.
Life sometimes seems to go on a high speed, just like this photograph of a big wheel…
Randomly random, photographing stuff I discover with no connection whatsoever.
Some years ago I went to Palma de Majorca for a few days, I enjoyed a lot that trip, but the thing I loved the most was an old train that covers the distance between Palma and a beautiful village called Sóller.
At some point the train goes through Alfàbia Mountains (part of the famous Tramontana Mountains), and after a few minutes of darkness you get to see a wonderful view the lookout Pujol de’n Banya:
To finish the journey in the beautiful Sóller, where you can also take the old tram to get to the beach.
Old photographs from another life.
Trickery and fake memories.
Or perhaps was it only a dream?
I spend most of my time in the clouds, thinking, imagining worlds. Some people might call it immaturity, I call it creativity.
Paso la mayor parte del tiempo en las nubes, pensando, inventando mundos. Alguna gente lo llamará inmadurez, yo lo llamo creatividad.
Sometimes you just have blurry days…
A veces simplemente tienes días borrosos…