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

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.

Flowers

A couple of days ago I bought a lens kit for my phone, I wanted to try the macro and the fisheye lens. Well… the last one isn’t what I expected, I’m not very happy with the results (but it’s better than the “wide angle” lens, not very useful), but I loooove the macro lens, I tried it on Saturday at El Capricho Park (an awesome park in Madrid you must visit if you’re in town)

These flowers got to me 💚

 

** By the way, the photos were taken with a Samsung Galaxy S7 Edge, pretty good camera…

Coffee time

I spend most of my time in different cafés, looking through my camera the clients, the mood, the coffee, all the stories that pop up into my mind while drinking a good served coffee. I always carry around a notebook, my fountain pen and the old analogue camera I got in a street market. I could use a smartphone but I feel it kills part of the fun, as I firmly believe that some things take time and the only way to enjoy them is by slowing down our steps.

Tabacalera

Shadows. Shadows that deceive your eyes, your mind, your judgement. Did I see something or it was just my imagination? What was that noise? Maybe just the wind. Or maybe the breath of something hidden in the walls of the building.

Room at exhibit “Guía Nocturna de Museos. Fernando Maquieira” – Tabacalera

Room at exhibit “Guía Nocturna de Museos. Fernando Maquieira” – Tabacalera

The sound of a drop falling eternally on the sink (at Tabacalera)

Is anybody home?

Solitude (photograph at the exhibit: “Susy Gómez. El baile de la vida” – Tabacalera)

Solitude (photograph at the exhibit: “Susy Gómez. El baile de la vida” – Tabacalera)