This is what my room looks like most of the time. Books, papers and chairs everywhere. My to-read list is quite overwhelming and I always end up reading whatever my mood dictates anyway.
Something I noticed almost as soon as I landed in London was the bricks. What a weird thing to notice! But I really think they are worth mentioning. From my memory there were red, white-ish, yellow and brown bricks. The red ones, I concluded, are used in elegant buildings and are carved. I’d never seen carved red bricks to create and ornate front. The brown and yellow bricks, I saw, were used in big buildings and in some cases the entrances contrasted by being made of limestone or white plaster to create a classical entrance. I really wish I could study the composition of these types of bricks. Here in Mexico we have red bricks, but their pores are wide and I don’t think they could be carved without breaking. I imagine it’s got to do with the soil.
The world of graffiti is one that fascinates me. Banksy is my idol. But also, there are just the regular graffitis that in the right context (like the picture above) create an urban world of their own. Like an utopia of just being. I read an article that this place was going to be torn down and then these guys that skate and graffiti there got together and got to keep it as is. I thought it was such a great achievement. An example of urban freedom. I hope it really does stay like this.
There are not many historic centers in Mexico that are still so well taken care of that they feel as special as Oaxaca’s (I would also include Querétaro, San Cristóbal and Puebla here). It’s such a beautiful quality and I hope this city’s center, like that of any evolving city anywhere, keeps being an active part of it’s society (not a living museum) without having to jeopardize it’s identity.
When I got back from my trip to London everyone kept asking me what my favorite thing had been. And I would just stare blankly back and lamely say “everything”. I got some pretty meaningful “what is wrong with you” stares back.
But the thing is, my favorite thing about London was all of it. From the big museum and must-visits, to the coffee and people. I tried to see and experience as much as I could and ended up with around 2,000 pictures. How could I chose just one thing?
I’ve been taking pictures for some years now and, although I’m definitely not an expert, I’ve learned a few things along the way. The most important for me has been it’s more about following my instincts than rules. Because if you’re like me, the picture will be no good (no matter how much technique you put into it) unless it moves you in some way. It can be anything. People, flowers, buildings, a moment, a scene, colors, a feeling, a story, anything. I guess it all comes down to connecting with something and expressing it somehow.
For this picture I pictured an old lady coming out every morning to water her flowers.
Merry Christmas everyone!
I hope you have a very special time with family and friends!
I also wish you lots of yummy food and a cozy couch to watch movies/read a good book underneath the warmest blanket :)
(This picture was taken in the town of Stratford Upon-Avon in September. It’s both charming and disconcerting that people buy christmas decorations all year long, but there you go.)