One of the easiest things to do with a Twin Lens Reflex (”biottica”) is looking down (in the viewfinder) and high (with the lens). I did the same, a few years ago, in Canary Wharf.
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If you live in New Eltham… well, first, you should not live there and, anyway, if you do, you would be not reading my post, because you’d be wasting your time commuting. Anyway, if you really happen to live there, you should definitely look around and see that, just a couple of miles away, Chislehurst High Street is much nicer to walk around.
A few shots taken during the same day (as I said, if you happen to live there, you don’t have much more than one day free) with the Bronica SQ-A.
Saying that money can’t buy happiness is restrictive.
Money can’t buy happiness but can’t buy many more things, either.
The most stylish home will still force its occupiers to breathe shit, if that home is… in London, just to make one example.
In fact, not only you cannot buy the most precious thing in life (air), but the more money you have, and the more likely it is that you happen to live in a shit-place (e.g. London) where you cannot even have it for free.
Enjoy London, by all means.
Most accommodation in London includes homes that would be regarded with suspect in the rest of the United Kingdom, would only appear amongst the saddest ghettos within developing countries, and could not possibly be on the market in the rest of Europe.
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Certainly, not with their actual price tags.
“Le parole sono importanti!” (words are important, Nanni Moretti): calling “London”, with one word only, a ragbag of luxury villas and shit-hole flats does not make any linguistic sense, yet it is what the game of post codes does by law, and the slums of South East (SE) may appear on the tourist guides under the same name as the penthouses overlooking Buckingham Palace.
I am finally leaving this cursed land, where millions of parasites pay top money to live like ants, to breathe a heavily polluted air, to grow old while commuting in the public transport, and only because unable to find any other employment, anywhere else, different from servicing and supporting the grandeur life of those few, rich ones (who still breath shit, however).
I see that this whole aberration will soon be over. Already London never appears anymore in the wish list of those who know, and shortly (a few years, at most) the big, wrong name “London” will excite a well different set of emotions, certainly including spite, contempt, and pity.
It doesn’t matter what meterologists will say: the snow will come to London, abundant. I have recently sold this stock:
If people buy my snow stock, snow will come. Stock doe not lie, buyers know (better than metereologists).
Sometimes, shooting in RAW pays back, especially if we are playing with our new digital toy, and have a long learning way ahead.
This picture is over two years old. When I shot it, I used one of the crappiest Nikon lenses (the 35-135 AF zoom, now sold) and I was not into subtle retouching at all.
I am publishing it now, because I feel I finally managed to correct its lack of sharpness (that you cannot see, anyhow, in this small file size) and micro-contrast. Also, because I feel it represents at the best my feelings for London.
Also available on iStock.
…and they know how to care for their vegetation.
This is their effort:
And this is some result:
