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D -2 Oleñka’s backpack!

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Last week was all about some shopping, camera tests and training. I did some of them in fantastic places of the South of France. Thanks to the company of Cédric and Miles. Here you can see some minireports.

The Fuji Instax Neo Mini 90 camera is just amazing and the tests I’ve performed along my training let me open-mouthed.

So today, a grey one, here in the South, I decided to show you my backpack for the Way.

Oleñka's backpack

Oleñka’s backpack

 

Here is the inventory of the stuff I’m supposed to carry with me, in addition to my cameras and scrapbook (cornerstone of my project).

Here is the basics, basics walkers have been recommended. From the super light compass to the Lady of the Pillar’s ribbon ; from a reversible hat to a magic venezuelan soap that works as well for clothes as for the body and is ecological. Not a drop of make-up (I didn’t want any unnecessary weight) and the most important load I’ll be carrying : the photographic rolls and instantaneous films. Willing very much to open my little gift from Pasquale Caprile from Lomography Madrid : the 35mm Lomochrome film, for my Holga :-)…

Almost there.

Ultreia!!!!

 

Presentation Analogue Diary of the Way of St. James

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Analogue Diary of the Way of St. James

Tell me, Muse, the story of the guy of many paths…
Homero. La Odisea

I remember well that it was a late day of spring, or maybe an early day of fall. Maybe I don’t remember very well the exact day, but what I do remember is that the weather was good enough to let us take some fresh beer and an aperitif at the Pizzeria La Margherita, along the Madrid’s Pasillo Verde. I was crying a river while telling my work-relative sorrow to Cédric. Time and time again I repeated to him and to me “what am I doing with my life”, “I feel like I’m in the hole”, sobbing and sobbing, “I need to do something that cleanse me of all of this, I need a trip that helps me to remove all that crust that made me feel so frustrated for so long”, “I think I need to do the Saint James’s Way, Cédric”.

A couple of years later, a different life and less tears, I’ll be realizing my first solo trip. I’m on my way, walking towards Santiago de Compostela, towards an encounter with myself, towards an adventure that I always wanted to do on a mystical way and that has become an artistic, ludic and fascinating project.

I’m doing an Analogue Diary of the Way of St. James.

The French Way according to Google Maps

The French Way according to Google Maps

I’m becoming another pilgrim on the French Way: 775kms, 31 stretches, more than a month walking and with the support of Lomography Spain, I’ll capture snapshots and write telegrams every day to tell my impressions about this new adventure.

A scrap-book and a Fuji Instax Neo Mini camera will compose my Analogue Diary and you’ll can follow day after day through this Website. In addition, my travel mates will be mi HOLGA and a FishEye.

7 kilos in the backpack and a physical condition inversely proportional to my extremely high will and inspiration for this project.

The second week of may, starting in Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port, this new adventure begins.

Bota Diario Brujula

 

You’ll can follow the Diary on this Website day-to-day. You can also do it from my travel blog Born To Be Around the World, on the Lomography Website and follow the Analogue Project on Instagram, Facebook and Twitter (#elcaminoanalogicodeolenka).

Ultreia!!!!

During a trekking in China

Diario Analogico del Camino de Santiago

Banner by Cédric Hernandez.

Extraordinary Analogical Stories

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The history of the first Analogue Project began in 2011.

Underwood on the desktop, Holga lying in wait, someday I dusted off a retro-style photo album I had been offered and created a scrap-book full of photographs and short stories.

I didn’t plan the writing nor the pictures.

I got back home with my newly developped negatives and this childish adventure began.

The images of my Holga, with all those disparate colors, their light stains and their very unalike grains filled my eyes with characters, places and made me leap on my Underwood to throw on her febrile shots of rounded keys whose target was the paper they where hitting on.

That’s how my first photobook was born. In the gallery, you can see a sample of it, although I’ll be publishing some compositions there once in a while…