Silence

The office was always hectic, full of life and people moving from one place to another with papers, notebooks and juicy news of the latest scandal. The beautiful noise of typewriters never stopped, to the annoyance of the adjoining houses, the newspaper had to come out without delay. The smoke of cigarettes was often mixed with the smell of fresh ink, meat and tomato from the sandwiches of the shop downstairs, oregano from the pizzas from around the corner, and coffee, so much coffee we had more of it in our veins that actual blood.

But now there’s just silence, no typewriters, no more tasty smells to accompany the lonely nights, the smoke has vanished, the ink has dried. It all remains in silence.

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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.

Chinatown

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.

Waves

Looking at this photographs while listening to piano music feels almost as being there, the combination of nature and black and white film feels as something opposite and thus complementary.

Or maybe it’s just that I feel melancholic today.