09 Dec Oslo Rain
Norway. At last.
By now I should have known its capital like the back of my hand. And here I am, meeting Oslo for the very first time. Instead of breathing this city in, I am walking through the streets with straining open eyes and almost miss the beauty of it all.
Until it hits me. Oslo.
I cannot believe how fast I fall for this city. Despite the rain. Despite the bleak sins between opulant old buldings. Despite the election posters hiding the flowers.
The cloudy sky that greets us paints the city and eventually these pictures in mellow colours of concrete, but the atmosphere remains.
What do I find so fascinating about this city? Was I really out for taking Norways capital straight into my heart, as my travel companion phrased it? Was I already in love with the idea of being in love with Oslo?
At first sight, Oslo does not seem exceptionally hip, not like Amsterdam. It is not a fairy tale like city such as Bruges or picture perfect like Copenhagen. But…
Maybe the mere hourse spent in Oslo aren’t enough to get a clear picture and maybe there are too many emotions rushing back on that day. But it feels like Oslo is one of the few metropolises whose character shines right through the clouds of manifold tourists. Even in the middle of traffic you can alsmost grasp the sense of calm this city radiates, the smiles that do indeed reach the eyes, the contrasts, the diversity. It feels like this city is more sincere. Or at least more honest.
And it’s beautiful.
Parts of my favourite book, the Orange Girl – or Appelsinpiken – by Norwegian writer Jostein Gaarder are set here in Oslo.
I would love to buy some oranges at the markedsplassen and step into the city train with my hands clasping the brown paper bag. I’ll have to reread it soon and perhaps I’ll even recognize some places. But until then, these images taken in the rain will have to suffice for a short stay that has long been overdue, to say the least.
It is twilight when we sail away.
Off to the Northern Sea, it’s where we wind ourselves out of Norways southernmost fjord.
And I watch it slip away as I did before. And I wonder when it’ll capture my heart once again.
Coming up: Walk with me through the metropolis of Oslo. Let me take you by the camera and show you the spots that shape the face of Oslo.
All pictures analog, taken on film with vintage cameras. No Photoshop or filter or anything, just pure film photography.
Film: Lomography X-Pro ISO 200, crossed
Digitising: scanning the negatives (LomoLab)