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Here are my very first efforts with Sprocket Rocket! All photos are taken in my neighborhood, Kypseli, in Athens,Greece and a nearby park. Hope you like them!
This is one on my favorite photos. I, rarely, used to try double exposures on my photos. But since I saw that one, playing with double and triple shoots in the same frame was one of my obsessions. I love how looks like it is raining flowers in this photo.
I ran this through the Black Slim Devil first then through the Spinner 360. I'm pretty sure the film was Lomo 400CN but not positive...there's been a lot of rolls lately. :)
my first try at spinning in rollercoasters, quite hard but fun :). See my little sister?? hehehe she looks so scared!
Check out this blog entry for the light flares challenge: http://www.lomography.com/homes/elvismartinezsmith/blog/8706-elvis-martinez-challenges-you-n2
abandoned railways see Lomolocation here:
http://www.lomography.com/magazine/locations/2010/11/18/paris-petite-ceinture-abandoned-railway
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I love to go on the Paris Petite Ceinture abandoned railways... It's the best way to disconnect with the world when leaving in this big stressful city.
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Also check out this blog entry for the light flares challenge: http://www.lomography.com/homes/elvismartinezsmith/blog/8706-elvis-martinez-challenges-you-n2
I never think of myself as a water person. When people ask "Are you a beach person?" or "Are you a water person?" the more sardonic part of me wants to reply by informing them that the human body is about 60% water, so we are, in fact, all "water people", myself included — we literally cannot exist without it. Usually though, I respond by stating that, although I'm very fond of the ocean, for example, I'm only fond of it in the sense that I like knowing it's nearby. The thought is comforting somehow. But even though I quite like living close enough to the sea to look out at it, or breathe in the salt air, or listen to the waves lap at the shore at nights, I'm not really sure what to do with the ocean. I'm an animal of the inner city. I live amongst the power lines and alleyways and hole-in-the-wall cafes and bars; rooftop gardens and dirty gutters. I like looking for beauty in the decaying concrete jungle, and the only swimming I do seems to be in the mountains of work that pile up around me. Having said that, I'm also a traveler. If not by design then out of necessity. And looking back over my lomographs it's suddenly clear to me how much water I've crossed on my travels, and how much time I've spent on the sandy edges of continents — sipping cocktails while the sun goes down, or marvelling at bikini-clad beauties, or throwing frisbees, or spearing calamari. Once I had to drive speedboats for a children's tv show I was in. I wish I had some pictures of that... So what would I miss the most about water if it was suddenly and inexplicably taken away? That's an easy one: Life. And I don't mean existence — the two are different things. I don't just mean waking up in the morning, opening your eyes and breathing the air into your lungs — I mean living; diving headfirst into a crashing wave at Maroubra, feeling a bite on the end of your fishing line at Cape Leveque, watching the sun rise over Lake Michigan, cartwheeling down Huntington Beach. Water is life.
