The World in Black and White (365 days of b/w)

#Day 365. Adiós “I’m late. Again, I’m late....

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 22:24:44 +0100

#Day 365.

Adiós

“I’m late. Again, I’m late. I’m late in my own blog. But, this time, I was being deliberately late. I did not know how to put an end to 365 days of photographs in black and white, of different places on earth, of ever-changing spirits, of happiness and sadness, of fondness and disappointment. Perhaps sometimes this blog went personal, too personal. Perhaps it failed to stick to its primary objective, which was nothing but showing 365 images of the world in black and white. But images are subjective. What we saw through the lens was subjective. What I decided to capture was subjective. I hope that you enjoyed taking part of my subjectivity.

A year on I’m still the same person, yet quite different.

You have seen my evolution for the past 365 days. And you have travelled the world, with me, during these 365 days. I hope you liked the journey.

This journey stops here. Perhaps the future will bring new journeys. But right now, it is time to turn off the lights, close the door and lock it.

*Thanks to those who liked the blog.

*Thanks to those who liked the photographs and travelled with me through this pictorial world.

*Thanks to all of you.

Adiós.”

#Day 364. Two years (less one day) “Like many dreams, it...

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 23:30:24 +0100

#Day 364.

Two years (less one day)

“Like many dreams, it all started here. In America. It could have happened when I was in the States, or when I was in Canada. Perhaps it happened while waiting long hours for a bus to come in a little, provincial town in Rhode Island. Or while staring at the beautiful girls at McGill university in Montreal. Maybe it all came to me whilst staring at the grandeur of the Saguenay fjord. Or looking at the skyscrapers in New York. Or wandering through the narrow, cobblestoned colonial streets of Boston. Or sailing the 1,000 islands in Ontario. Or dining in Toronto. Or climbing up the hill in Quebec’s old town. I don’t know. But I do know that it happened in America. In America, I realised that a new cycle had to start. It should have started years before. I was lost in a sea of boredom and nonsense for years, back in my hometown. And I realised that something new had to happen. I needed to face new challenges. I needed to live new adventures. I needed to take my existence to the next step in the ladder. And that’s why I decided to leave all behind to start from scratch. New life. New world. New universe. First Montréal, then Cardiff, then London and then… who knows. You don’t know. I don’t know. But that’s exactly the beauty of life: we never know what’s gonna happen… Enjoy the moment. And if you ever feel that you have reached the end of a cycle, do as I did. Pack your things. Bid farewell to your dear ones. Buy a ticket to somewhere. And open a new door, a door that will take you to a different life where to get lost in new adventures and new stories.”

#Day 363. The lonely island

Tue, 14 Aug 2012 22:37:33 +0100

#Day 363.

The lonely island

#Day 362. Once upon a time… “This is where it all...

Mon, 13 Aug 2012 22:16:26 +0100

#Day 362.

Once upon a time…

“This is where it all started. The first city. The first trip. The first sight. The hopes of new adventures. The breakup with the past. The plans for an unplanned future. The eternal moment of bliss. The people you will be meeting. The visceral, intense and harmful love and pain you will experience. The promises you make to yourself. The dizzy emptiness of an uncertain new life. The expectations of the new era. Another step in the ladder, yet another one. The fear of the unknown. The hostile new universe. The endless craving for novelties. The curiosity. The new yourself. The new life. The new future. The new day. The new world.”

#Day 361. The Petrified Beast

Mon, 13 Aug 2012 22:06:46 +0100

#Day 361.

The Petrified Beast

#Day 360. Madchester Grief

Mon, 13 Aug 2012 22:03:29 +0100

#Day 360.

Madchester Grief

#Day 359. In Peterborough

Mon, 13 Aug 2012 21:59:21 +0100

#Day 359.

In Peterborough

#Day 358. In Peace

Mon, 13 Aug 2012 21:57:02 +0100

#Day 358.

In Peace

#Day 357 Oblivion

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 23:12:42 +0100

#Day 357

Oblivion

#Day 356. In the Wharf

Tue, 07 Aug 2012 22:18:29 +0100

#Day 356.

In the Wharf

#Day 355. A man by the Scheide wonders

Mon, 06 Aug 2012 22:56:03 +0100

#Day 355.

A man by the Scheide wonders

#Day 354 The illiterate “The illiterate of the future will not...

Sun, 05 Aug 2012 22:39:03 +0100

#Day 354

The illiterate

“The illiterate of the future will not be he who cannot write but he who cannot take a photograph.”

*László Moholy-Nagy

#Day 353. In Africa

Sun, 05 Aug 2012 22:29:46 +0100

#Day 353.

In Africa

#Day 352. The spire

Sun, 05 Aug 2012 22:28:38 +0100

#Day 352.

The spire

#Day 351. Emptiness

Sun, 05 Aug 2012 22:27:54 +0100

#Day 351.

Emptiness

#Day 350. A street in Amman

Sun, 05 Aug 2012 22:27:17 +0100

#Day 350.

A street in Amman

#Day 349. Industrial Revolution

Sun, 05 Aug 2012 22:26:40 +0100

#Day 349.

Industrial Revolution

#Day 348. Lonesome tree

Sun, 05 Aug 2012 22:25:58 +0100

#Day 348.

Lonesome tree

#Day 347. The Shambles

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 22:35:14 +0100

#Day 347.

The Shambles

#Day 346. The Face

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 22:34:35 +0100

#Day 346.

The Face