Film stories

Hey everyone, happy December!

This should have happened eleven days ago, but, we still have 19 more December days to go, so woohoo! I finally developed a couple of weeks ago a bunch of films that were waiting impatiently in my desktop. There were photos from February, when it snowed in London. Go figure!

I guess that is partly why I don't mind taking ages to develop the film. Some part of me really like this delayed gratification of discovering what was on the reel. Some other part of me is just very lazy and busy and has a goldfish memory.

Anyway. It was super fun to see the photos and remember those moments. Here I share some of the photos with you. These are from London and the film apparently had a property to make every photo look like a 70's postcard. I love it!

Brighton, again

Some blue and sea and sun for another grey Monday morning. These are some photos from Brighton (35mm / LC-A+) taken back in December. I can't wait to go back there during the summer (if there's summer at all this year!). I miss the sea so much.

Lisbon in Film

One of the first photos I took with my LC-A back in December. Some slightly (or completely) out of focus ;)

Lisbon in winter was lovely and not cold, definitely better than London in spring, weather-wise at least. Hope I get the chance to visit when is properly sunny and warm.

Happy Friday everyone.

Caribbean Blues

Last week, finally I took my films (some, very old ones) to the Lomography Shop in Spitafields Market to be developed. I mention them in what it would appear to be a sponsored post but it's not (I wish), just because I think the service it's been brilliant. The physical photos are yet to be send to my house but in the meantime they sent me a link with all my photos digitalised and ready to be downloaded to my computer or uploaded to my Lomo home. I think is awesome!

Anyway, let's start this rainy blue Monday with some memories from happier blues back in Los Roques this January.

Hope you all have a super nice week! x

Eight Saturdays Ago

This absolutely dreary Saturday is a good moment to remember the good times at another Saturday a few weeks back at the lovely Playgroup Festival. That day was specially warm and sunny and perfect.

Sadly two of my Lomocameras manage to break at the same time, some Oktomat photos were saved, not good ones though, but good enough to be able to write the article I promised for Lomography Spain Magazine. (The photos here are the ones I took with my iPhone).

You can read my mini-article in Spanish here. Soon there will be translations into other languages. I hope. Maybe you can make one if you fancy and treat yourself some piggie-lomo-points ;)



Have a good Saturday everyone! x

Holga in Paris

I have a friend that used to say that the holidays are not over until the last photos are developed. Maybe that's one of the reasons why I keep taking film pictures.

This are some of the photos that Holguita, my friend Danielle and I took in Paris this summer. Hope you like them.

Shoot With Your Heart

Lomography just announced the finalists of their Ten Prophecies Contest and it happens that my friend Susie Lomovitz is one of them. For the challenge she made a beautiful book and documented the process with an equally nice video so I'm almost positive that she's going to be the winner. Fingers crossed for Su!

Her 11th prophecy is: Shoot with your heart. That's definitely good advice both for lomography in particular, and life in general.

Have a look at her work, leave your comments here, and have a lovely Monday everyone! x

Holga and the mountain

Click the photo to enlarge.

Recién salidas del horno y frescas como una lechuga.

El Ávila y Caracas con Holga, la rusa.

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These just came out of the oven and are refreshing as the greener lettuce.

El Ávila and Caracas with Holga, the russian.

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La vida siempre nos rompe el corazón

"Yo no soy irlandés. Nací en Cambridge, y creo que sigo siendo muy inglés. La gente suele decir que los ingleses han desarrollado sus cualidades de sangre fría y reserva, y también una manera de enfrentarse con humor a los acontecimientos de la vida, incluídos los más trágicos. Es bastante cierto, y una completa estupidez por su parte. El humor no nos salva; no sirve prácticamente para nada. Uno puede enfrentarse a los acontecimientos de la vida con humor durante años, a veces muchos años, y en algunos casos puede mantener una actitud humorística hasta el final; pero la vida siempre nos rompe el corazón."

Fragmento de Las partículas elementales de Michel Houellebecq, leído hace dos días a 20mil metros de altura en un vuelo de regreso a... ¿casa?

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Sometimes all I want to hear is...

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Sit me down, shut me up, i'll calm down and i'll get along with you...

Chi Chi Chi Le Le Le

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Este sábado Chile celebró su Bicentenario y yo aproveché para ver fotitos viejas y recordar esos ricos cuatro días que pasé allá descubriendo una ciudad hermosa y reencontrándome con viejas amistades. Esta es una fotico de uno de los arbolitos rojos que están por todo Santiago, de Valparaíso y de la cordillera inolvidable cuando volaba de regreso a Buenos Aires, al atardecer, hace ya... tres meses. En serio que el tiempo pasa muy rápido.

¡Feliz Bicentenario Chile! :)

Por cierto, si alguien sabe qué tengo que modificar para que el tamaño default de las fotos en el blog sea más grande, please, dígamelo ya.


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BTW... If someone knows what do I have to change to publish my photos in this blog extra-big by default, please let me know!

Espantapájaros 10 (fragmento)

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Faro en José Ignacio. Punta del Este 2009.

¿Resultará más práctico dotarse de una epidermis de verruga que adquirir una psicología de colmillo cariado?

Aunque ya han transcurrido muchos años, lo recuerdo perfectamente. Acababa de formularme esta pregunta, cuando un tranvía me susurró al pasar: "En la vida hay que sublimarlo todo... no hay que dejar nada sin sublimar!".

Difícilmente otra revelación me hubiese encandilado con más violencia: fue como si me enfocaran, de pronto, todos los reflectores de la escuadra británica. Recién me iluminaba tanta sabiduría, cuando empecé a sublimar, cuando ya lo sublimaba todo, con un entusiasmo de rematador... de rematador sublime, se sobreentiende.

Desde entonces la vida tiene un significado distinto para mí. Lo que antes me resultaba grotesco o deleznable, ahora me parece sublime.

Oliverio Girondo.