Category Archives for urban dublin
Urban Dublin #7
Walkers are ‘practitioners of the city’ for the city is made to be walked. A city is a language, a repository of possibilities, and walking is the act of speaking that language, of selecting from those possibilities. Just as language … Continue reading
Week 16 | 52 rolls project [Part 2]
If you have looked at the photos I posted on Monday, you already know that the match between my Voigtlander Vitoret DR and Kodak T-Max 400 was not one made in Heaven. Although this second batch of photos is as … Continue reading
Week 16 | 52 rolls project
Retracing steps I’ve walked a hundred times before, though I can count on the fingers of one hand the times it was sunny! I’ve been noticing a strong vertical trend in my shots lately. Samuel Becket Bridge, my favourite in … Continue reading
Cities often feel things in anticipation
Cities often feel things in anticipation, a paleness in the light, an unexpected softness in the shadows, a gleam in the windows – a slight feeling of embarrassment of being a city. Edmund De Waal, The Hare with Amber Eyes. … Continue reading
D’you know what you should do?
Yes, as a matter of fact I do know. I have to defy the inanities of the Internet. Camera: Voigtlander Vitoret DR Film: Lomography Lady Grey B&W 400 (developed in Ilfosol 3, 1+9, 6.5 min, 20°C) Location: Stoneybatter, Dublin
Ada has tales to tell
Ada is a plastic doll who travels the word and loves the smell of coffee and street art. She was here in Dublin for the past two weeks but unfortunately I wasn’t able to go out as much as I’d … Continue reading
Urban Dublin #6
I’m in the process of organizing my digital photos and archiving negatives. While I’m writing a post on the system I’m developing (nothing exceptional, just something to suit my needs) I’ll show you a bunch of Dublin images that were … Continue reading
Urban Dublin #5
Last Thursday afternoon – it was an afternoon of penetrating chill – I picked up my lately neglected digital camera and wandered a part of the city which seemed particularly drained of colour to me. Soon the falling fine drizzle … Continue reading