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Barely lit indoor trials with my Instant Pinhole Camera. If you feel like making your own instant pinhole camera, here's the tutorial I shared last year, or click here to see how to turn an empty film box into a 35mm pinhole camera. More pinhole tutorials on their way :-)

A few seconds at Piccadilly Circus

I've been to London many many times, and one place I never got to like is Piccadilly Circus. That might be because it's a very tourist-y place, or maybe just because there really ain't much to see but a bunch of huge ads. Whatever. After a whole day of wild shopping in Camden, B and I decided to stop at Piccadilly just because. Just the time to take these three pictures and then we went back to our hotel. The sky was overcast, but my trusty "Russia Day" and the amazing Provia 400x did a great job anyway. I'm in love with this film, if it only was so expensive [€11 per roll] and hard to find 'round here...

Flickr | Lomo | Tumblr

Breakfast at Garfunkel's

On our last day in London last September Bene and I indulged in some massive English breakfast at Garfunkel's at Gloucester Arcade. I really enjoyed the atmosphere... and the food, of course.

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LC-A+ Russia Day: Out with the Doggies


Photos I took at the park last April. My collie, my mom and her rottweiler [still a puppy].
Lomo LC-A+ Russia Day & Unknown Color Negative 400ASA film [expired].
I <3 light leaks!

Konica Pop: Crane - To build a building



I miss snapping tons of pictures everyday. I don't have much to take a picture of, at the moment. A new source of inspiration might be on its way, though, but we're not sure about it yet.
Building a building.
The picture above was taken at sunset on May 5th, 2011. Up in the sky are some airplanes during a drill.
Camera: Konica Pop. Film: Fuji Sensia 200 cross-processed in C-41. My crappy photolab uses the cheapest chemicals around, they dilute them and use them over and over, that's why it almost doesn't look x-proed.
I'm quite fond of this photograph, anyway, I especially like the crumbled wall and the colors of the sky.

Canon Ae-1: Before a long day of shopping

April 18 is my birthday. April 18th, 2011 was the day I turned 21. Quite an important step, right? You would think that being a photomaniac I should have collected tons of pictures on my 21st birthday. I actually didn't.

Well, I had taken some pics, nothing special. But some were damaged and some were deemed not worth the printing by my weird photolab. It's a fast photo lab, the supermarket kind. I guess you can say it's my fault for keep getting my rolls developed there, even though they never print my most interesting and "experimental" [i.e. messed up] pictures 'cause they think they're just accidents- can't they see those are happy accidents? Can't they just print the whole batch of 36 pictures for the sake of it? They get paid per prints... oh my.

Anyway, this is all I can show you of Day 4 of my last trip to London, stuff on our bed before leaving for a  whole day of genuine shopping... in Oxford Street! We bought so many things that once we got back to our hotelroom M and I decided to put all of our new stuff on the bed and it was completely covered in our clothes and my bunny ears. Yes, I said bunny ears.


Last but not least, I'd love to thank everyone who likes and shares my pictures on tumblr [with proper credits!], as I've recently experienced a consistent rise in my views on flickr, and I'm always excited to see more and more people marking my photos as favorites.

Thank you all for your support, it really means a lot to me.

Canon Ae-1: Cadmen Town, Afternoon


After a not-so-light lunch we ventured out in the stalls market. It was amazing, as always. Despite liking the cyber-colossus outside, the place I like the least in Camden is Cyberdog. I used to have quite a kick-ass bag and a t-shirt from it some years ago and loved them, but the place itself is too crowded and the music too loud for me. Yeah, my days as a rockstar are over.


I like the atmosphere all around it better. I tried to look for what used to be the staircase featured on The Clash first record, but once again, failed. Also because I had so many shopping bags that I didn't really feel like running back and forth for a mere staircase.



After buying some more t-shirts and cool stuff, we went to Starbucks for my usual Frappuccino. The guy at the bar insisted for me to try it with the cream on top. "Everyone likes cream!", he said: he was quite shocked when I told him I don't like cream at all. Sorry, man. M hates coffee but wanted to be pictured with a Starbucks cup anyway. We had some poser-moments, you know. We all have.


Then we got on the bus headed for Waitrose and then our hotel, as we were already really tired. We were on the back seats, then a man sat next to us. His nails were dirty, his shoes holey, and his appearance wasn't very reassuring at all. He kept staring at the both of us with the corner of his eye, and we were getting quite nervous. He even took some dope out of his pocket and ate it.
We got off the bus, he kept following us, so we went into the supermarket, quite scared of his possible next move. When we went out, however, he was no longer in sight. We got back to our hotelroom and had a shower, dinner, and just fell asleep right away.

Canon Ae-1: Camden Town, Morning


Camden Town. Needless to say, my favourite place in London. Not only for the weird things you can find in its shops and markets, the punks and goths, the food. I love Camden Town because you can go there in your pj's, and no one would give a damn. If they ever notice.


I'm not much of the chaos-lover, I enjoy orderliness and quiet most of the time, but here in Camden nothing seems to bother me. The last time M and I went here, we were looking for an album in a record shop, and when we got out there was a massive fight right in the middle of the street, with police cars, ambulances, and tourists snapping, of course.


This time a few police cars stopped as well, but nothing cool happened. It felt much like a lazy day.


We shopped a lot, mostly in the markets, and had lots of fun as always. I know it's lame, but I have to confess that the first shop we entered as we left the tube was H&M's store, as they had great sales and... well, we seem not to be able to avoid entering any H&M store on our way.


I can't recall what's into this shop, we didn't get in, I guess, and though the picture sucks it was quite impressive in real life. I've also taken tons of pictures of the graffiti in Camden, but the light was awful and my experience with SLR so poor, that I'll better not upload them.


These rainboots. Sweet. I wish I shot this one horizontally as M did. It would have been focused better, too bad. I should really buy a pair of these next time I happen to be in Camden. Anyway, I've bought so many t-shirts i still can't believe I managed to store them all in my luggage.


But shopping was exhausting, so we ended up eating on those vespas along the river. I had a huge hot dog, though I regret not trying some ethnic stuff, but it was yummi enough. M decided to go Brit and had fish&chips, and she did actually regret it. I've had fish&chips once in my whole life and would never ever give it a try again. It just ain't my thing.


Sorry for the lame quality of the pictures, I'll try to fix it asap.

Canon Ae-1: Covent Garden

I went to London with a friend for a few days last April. It never ceases to amaze me how much I feel like belonging there much more than my actual birthplace. Maybe the fact that it feels so ordinary for me to go there is the reason to such a small amount of pictures [four rolls only] and their poor quality. Or maybe it's just because I was all about buying clothes and take the time to shoot some good photographs felt like a waste of time.


Our hotel was a few minutes away from Shepherd's Bush Market tube station. It was quite dirty, and very very small. Everything smelled like curry: the stained, holey sheets, the dark blue curtains, the dusty moquette. I could smell it on my hair too, no matter how much shampoo I used to wash it. The landlords were Paki, the whole neighbourhood was either Paki, Ethiopian, or of other nationalities.




April 15th. We arrived in the city around noon. We had lunch in a cafè in Baker Street  and got to the hotel to leave our luggage, then we went to Covent Garden. The shitty picture below was the first I recall shooting in London. Actually, I took many before, but the first part of the roll got burnt as the camera back accidentally opened. Shit happens.




In the Apple Market there is this cool shop that sells the cutest things. I bought a mug that is kinda kawaii and helped two Italian kids who were having issues with the British Coin System. Which is quite traumatic, at first, for €uropeans.




I love Covent Garden. There is something so relaxing about it. It doesn't even feel like London, to me. It was just a shame we got there a bit late in the afternoon, 'cause I especially love it around noon, on a sunny day.



Being so late, the sellers at the stalls in the Apple Market were leaving. We just walked around, giggling for being in London again. We were just happy and without a care in the world. We saw a guy with crystal balancing balls, M was snapping all the time, I almost didn't, till this shop window caught my glance. The shop was so cool, with its mirrored walls, floor and ceiling. But our feet were hurting, so it didn't feel like the right time to buy heels.




I only bought that mug and Barry M's minty nail polish. We hanged out a bit and went back to the hotel. We stopped at Waitrose, and decided that's our favorite mall in UK. It just had to be. We bought sandwiches and had them for dinner in our hotelroom [nr. 24, let me write it down before I forget it].


Disposable: Hit The City





Olympus µ: Band Playing Live































I took these with my mom's Olympus µ on May 31st, 2003. Pretty old. I was thirteen back then.
It was my first gig, the music was too cool and I was with my best friend Le'. The guys in the band poured some beer on us. One of the best times of my life.

Disposable: St Paul de Vence, pt. III

Disposable: St Paul de Vence, pt. II



Totally forgot about this one. I loved St Paul's cemetery. It's one of the places I'd love to be buried in. Peaceful enough to really rest in peace.

Disposable: Monte-Carlo









It's been a long time since my last visit to Monte-Carlo. I didn't like it at all. It's just like a small town overcrowded, filled with high buildings, fast cars and snobs playing big money on black jack. But not paying taxes.

I don't really plan to go back there any soon.

The three pictures above are from my Flickr, the four below are just to show you why I felt like suffocating while in Monte-Carlo.