Saturday morning on the avenue (back to Lisbon)

If only I knew how to take photos

Handling the focus of your own camera sounds like an indispensable minimum requisite if you want to photograph those that come across you on the street. These people are not to blame, and even out of focus, they deserve to be here.

Tourists

The Russian couple

The (South) Korean couple

Mr. Gray

Pull-on hat and jacket (on the bike)

Sweet 70’s

And I’ll end it with these seventies. And precisely because of her age I had a special kind of satisfaction seeing this lady taking off one glove (and leading the other on her chest) to let me know how flattered she was.

How wonderful to see the effect that a single accessory can have on the whole.

Sweet 50’s

I’ll continue with the fifties… (divided between her look… and his hat)

Sweet 40’s

You normally associate youth with glamour, beauty, athletic men and inflatable women. I’d like to remind you that as far as style or aesthetics are concerned, there are several cases contradicting that so called norm of the juvenile monopoly. I’m starting with the forties…

Passeig de Gràcia - red light

What first came to my attention was the constrast between these two and just later I noticed those pants

A cigarette at the Rambla

Red girl with golden watch and buttons

I loved the coat. But apparently there was no need for me to travel just to take its picture. The owner is from Lisbon.

Sevillian guy with British tendencies

Checker coat (sleeves up), square shirt, plain pullover and scarf, and stamped handkerchief. I’m not sure how this description sounds like, but the result is one of my favourites.

Sevillian boy with Jamaican tendencies

Have you noticed the lilac clothes-peg he’s wearing on his chest? I must admit I’ve only noticed it now.

Barcelona

"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass." (Crash, 2004)

In a list published in NEWSPAPERS42.COM we can see Lisbon as the 126th most populous city in the world and Barcelona as the 80th. The example of Los Angeles is probably an exaggeration (it’s in the top ten) but the truth is that there are several differences between how people interact in each of these cities. Barcelona is bigger than Lisbon, more visited, more cosmopolitan. And that reflects on how people act and dress… There’s more diversity, and there’s also more indifference on how you handle that diversity. In a city like this you’ll always tend to feel less noticed (would it ever cross your minds to see a completely naked guy quietly walking through Lisbon’s downtown?) In Lisbon, there are still those who find it odd about a strange person saying he would like to publish their picture in his personal blog. My theory is that in Barcelona people will see this new hobby of mine in a much more natural and unconcerned way. I’ll be spending a few days over there, we’ll see… (Here’s a small souvenir from my last trip there)

Sunday morning. Gray overcoat and black Labrador

I bet he doesn’t wear it just to take the dog for a walk.