Omar Aguilar

I wish I didn’t had to.

Considering the opportunity to write something in english, now that I’m about to have a test on proficiency, I thought I might as well write the post in what it could be considered my second language.

This week is about a series of photos taken in Madrid in summer of last year. The place is an art building located near the center of the city which name I could never learn or memorize. I found the main attractive of the building was it’s stairs. A repetition that gives rhythm to the architecture of the arts center it’s what caught my attention. Also, the people I went with.

If you’ve seen my previous posts, you’ll find yourself familiar with Gabo, kinder garten friend.

Then there is his beloved Isa, a very nice girl who is very into ballet. There wasn’t then any surprise when we caught her looking at the dancing lessons classroom. Inspiring.

She is a ballet dancer too

So what other stuff could you find in these kind of centers?

As a closure I’d like to dedicate the last post photo to Lily, a friend that has put so many thoughts in my mind as of what art means and how to practice it, use it as a fun tool that has defined myself in the categories of photography. Thank you missy, a big hug for you.

I’m not as I which I were. I miss stuff. I miss care.

It has turned always the same on Christmas Eve…

A battleground started by an ignorable spark.

Con algunos minutos de retraso llegan esas fotos que a mi parecer no son nomás de turista.

De vuelta en Madrid, me di a la tarea de arreglar el viaje a la siguiente ciudad, entonces me fui a una central de trenes

Chamartín

Ahí me quedé un buen rato esperando mi turno (para comprar un boleto de tren que creo al final perdí) y me seguí paseando por ahí:

La mitad de La Puerta de Europa

A lo lejos se veía ese edificio, y ya de más cerca descubrí la clásica foto:

La Puerta de Europa

Luego me topé con esta foto:

Con la cual no quedé conforme, y una semana después volví y la corregí:

Paseo de la Castellana

Ambas idas fueron solo. Ir con gente a los lugares sirve para pasársela suave, entretenerse, pero ir sólo te deja tiempo para tomar la foto que quieras, hasta que salga, y después quedarte pensando en los carros, o en la casualidad de estar ahí, lejos de cualquier cosa conocida, completo extranjero.

De regalo, una más, en la Plaza Mayor, otro día, otra hora, en compañía.

Señor de la Trompeta

Después regresé a todos estos lugares, pero como la cosa va cronológica, nos vemos después.

I don’t.

UPDATE: Now I do more.

This post was started writing with no background music.

Then I fired iTunes and looked for a nice song to write it. Found Me and Mia, from Ted Leo and the Pharmacists, but that wasn’t what I was looking for. I then went to a playlist I found on the web last year. Pearl and the Puppets was in that list and the song chosen to appear was Because I Do.

The mood comes from this movie:

WARNING: Spoiler Alert.

Funny its not about her, its about him, the little drawing guy. And I think this poster is incorrect, is not even about love. I think its mostly about what happens in love, to a boy, when his couple knows she can do what she wants, or when she forgets she has to circle him too in her map.

I looked and found Chairlift – Bruises in the same playlist.

It’s obvious by now that a boy can’t get a girl, can’t understand what she’s thinking/going through, but that by no means tells us that she shouldn’t help him. That by no means tells us she should forget about him, the one helping.

I didn’t like her as intended by the movie, she has great eyes but misses the spanish concept of:

“No se qué que qué sé yo.”

iTunes ended up with The Darker Part, sung by The Unbearables.

Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent.
And don’t bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.”

–Jim Jarmusch