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Lomo LC-A+ Russia Day: Hotel Room Lazy






Sept. 12t, 2012. Taken in our room at Holiday Inn Kensington in London.
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Canon Ae-1: Tiny T.


Last post featured my mom's jumbo puppy, aka Big T. This time it's all about my sister's tiny pomeranian, aka Little T.
This little guy's been living with us since 2006 and yet I don't have many pictures of him... like less than 20, digital pics included - omg! This is mostly due to the fact that he's an hyperactive buddy always on the go, and ain't no shutter fast enough to capture him. Some time ago I was lucky enough to find him sleeping on my bed while I was hanging around with my camera, so there he is. Isn't he cute?


I'm in love with the lightleak in the first picture and I'm in love with my Canon Ae-1 too, obviously!
You can click on the pictures to see them on flickr or here to see the album in my LomoHome.
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Konica Pop: Tower of London, A Goodbye


April 19th was our last day in London. We woke up pretty early, but M and I decided to go to Tower Bridge on a rush that eventually turned into one hour on the tube + 20 minutes at the Tower + one more hour on the tube. Once back to the hotel, we collected our stuff and left [and I left there a wonderful t-shirt I had bought for my sister in Camden too].


We arrived in Victoria Coach Station, in front of our National Express coach to Luton, at 12:59. It was supposed to leave at 1pm, so the driver didn't allow us to get on it. So we had to buy two more tickets for the airport, and wait one more hour.


Once on the coach, we got stuck in the usual car jam for quite a long time. Our flight was to depart at 4:25pm. We were quite afraid we might miss it. We luckily were being entertained by a little bilingual girl who left the both of us speechless. It was one of those few moments that make you go "I want to have kids someday". Than you see another kid puking on his mom's neat dress, and you remind yourself of how simple life just is this way.


Once at the airport, we were lucky enough to be offered two priority boarding pass by the hostess, who also put our hand luggage in the stow. Aren't we two lucky girls?
On board we had two wonderful croque monsieur sandwiches [we were pretty starving], we landed in Milan on time and then M's parents brought us home. 


It was a wonderful time and I really can't wait to go back to London again -I'm addicted!


All pictures taken by me with my beloved Konica Pop on Fuji Sensia 200 except the last pictures, taken by M with my camera.
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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.
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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.
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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].
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Disposable: St Paul de Vence, pt. III

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