You're about to walk through my lens. Just let yourself wander…
One moment. One frame.
One expression that said it all.
Eyes don’t lie, the eyes chico.
Between the frames, there's always a breath.
The city sometimes moves a little too fast to keep up...
Some places speak louder than words.
Some pictures remain alive even when frozen.
Can you hear this one?
A summer walk in Paris is always a good idea, isn't it?
I didn’t plan this — and that’s what made it perfect.
Madrid does the styling. I just press the button.
I like going for walks; you always meet all kinds of people.
Then you linger on the stillness, the people in a hurry, the lingering lights, the shadows.
You see an anthill where everyone chases their own shadow, provided it exists.
This spot? I just knew someone had to walk through it.
We're all looking for escape.
We're all always looking to the horizon.
The location? The Bardenas Reales desert, to answer your question.
Thanks for walking through my world. Let’s create something together next time.