Once I visited a town, a northern town, where old brick houses could tell many horror stories of desperation.
One of them caught my eye. By the window I saw a figure through the white curtains. She was staring out, completely frozen, her gaze fixed on the children playing with a football in the street. I stopped looking for a fragment of a second as the football almost hit me, and when I stared back, the window was empty, just the white curtains retaining the smallest of movement as the figure left.
My job kept me occupied most of the time, but I tried to visit that window a few times a week, then everyday, and as I grew obsessed with the figure I couldn’t help to scape work to visit The Window. I was supposed to stay in that northern city for a couple of weeks, but I kept postponing my return, I just wanted to see the figure, the mysterious woman I saw everyday, always staring out The Window, inexpressive, through the curtains, hoping she would look at me at last.
Finally she looked back. She looked back!!! Her dark eyes focused on me as a smile run through her face, I felt a shiver as she smiled more and more, her pale hand touching the glass of The Window, her gaze upon me kept me frozen at the other side of the street. I even remember hearing an eerie piano music coming out of that brick house before it turned into a whistle, a high pitch that finally made me collapsed.
The next thing I remember is the bright light of what seemed a hospital, and me asking as from the most remote of places where was the woman I saw. “No one has lived there in the last century” I heard. But I knew I saw her, I saw her by The Window.
A silent street in Tokyo.
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
My trip to the Netherlands is being amazing, I’ve taken many analogue photographs with my LC-A, something I was looking for. I can’t wait to develop my films and see the results, but for the moment a quick Pola love in Rotterdam.
*Polaroid Supercolor 635CL
I haven’t had much time lately, or maybe I should say that I haven’t had much time for the things I love. Kind of nonsensical, don’t you think? I mean, why do we (in general; me in particular) leave the things that we love to do for the last moment? Or is it only me??
From time to time it’s ok just stop worrying about everything and relax, feel free to create whatever you want to create and not looking the clock. Just being swept along.
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.