I have to confess I’d never thought of posting photos taken with my phone here… First of all, because when I started this blog my phone had the worst of cameras, second… well because I never thought about it.

Whoever follows me on Instagram knows that I post a lot of pictures, or at least more than I do here, that’s because they’re easier to edit {in general I use the VSCO app} and to post {I don’t need to think about a text to go with the photographs, or maybe because I don’t feel as ‘attached’ to that photographs as I do with the ones I post here. Whatever}  I’m not going to start a debate about digital / analogue photography, mostly because I like both for very different reasons. Ok, yeah, I love analogue more, but digital is creaper for me. That’s it.

But a couple of days ago I thought, what the hell, they’re photographs as well, and I love them! {some more than others}  And I decided, now that I have a phone with a better camera, why not make a post from time to time with some of them? So, here it is. I hope you like them.

** Of course, you can follow me on Instagram too! -> @yumegraphic  You can find pretty much all my obsessions: tea, old stuff, books, cameras, film …

These are my favourites from the past months!!

He de confesar que nunca había pensado en colgar aquí fotos tomadas con mi móvil… Primero, porque cuando empecé este blog, mi teléfono tenía la peor de las cámaras, y en segundo lugar… porque nunca se me había ocurrido.

Quien me sigue en Instagram sabe que subo bastantes fotos, o al menos más de las que subo aquí, precisamente porque me resultan más fácil de editar {en general uso la app de VSCO} y de subir {no necesito pensar tanto el texto que acompaña a las fotos, o quizá porque no me siento tan “unida” a ellas como con las fotos que aparecen aquí. Como sea}  No voy a iniciar un debate sobre la fotografía digital / analógica, principalmente porque me gustan las dos por muy distintas razones. Vale, la analógica me gusta más, pero la digital es más barata para mí ahora. Fin del tema.

En fin, hace unos días pensé, psee, son también fotos y ¡me encantan! {algunas más que otras}  Y decidí que ahora que tengo un móvil con una cámara decente, por qué no hacer un post de vez en cuando con algunas de esas fotos. Así que aquí está. Espero que os gusten.

** Por supuesto, podéis seguirme en Instagram -> @yumegraphic  Podéis encontrar casi todas mis obsesiones: té, cosas antiguas, libros, cámaras, film …

¡¡Éstas son mis favoritas de los últimos meses!!

Halloween vs Don Juan Tenorio

More and more we celebrate Halloween but there were a time in Spain when we just celebrated Don Juan Tenorio with an anual representation. In fact, in Alcalá de Henares is still celebrating what it’s called ‘Don Juan Itinerante’, it consists in the typical representation but instead of in a theatre it is in the city of Alcalá, so the actors and actress (and the public, of course) are moving through the city during the performance. I’ve never had the opportunity to go and I’d loved to because it seems really interesting. The representation is just 2 days, usually the 31st and 1st.

My 2 favourites quotes of the book written by José Zorrilla are the beginning, when Don Juan Tenorio and Don Luis Mejía are explaining their respectives conquests, and a phrase Don Juan says at the end of the first part, he is disappointed and hopeless about God, and it says like this: “Clamé al Cielo y no me oyó, / y pues sus puertas me cierra, / de mis pasos en la tierra / responda el Cielo, y no yo.”  (I called to Heaven: it did not see, / and since it closes its doors, / to my whole earthly course, / let Heaven be blamed, not me)

Each year I read the book, sometimes from cover to cover, sometimes I just open it and read a passage.


This is a poster I made for my Digital Infography class. It’s made with two of my photographs, one of a typewriter (love them) and the other one is my sister! This was a fake film poster, and the plot? well, it tells the story of a writer that can’t write a word without alcohol or pills, he’s searching sources for a novel and he begin to see a girl. At one point in the plot he doesn’t know what is real and what is fake, a product of his mind and alcohol.

I hope I succeed!

(if not, suggestions are welcomed)