Photographer's tale
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Photographer's tale ✦
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, 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 trailing lights, the shadows. You see an anthill where everyone chases their own shadow, provided it exists.
We're all looking for escape. We're all always looking to the horizon.
We are shadow eaters. We prefer to be behind the camera rather than in the spotlight.
Through scenes of a moving world, we observe the details of a being who will be gone forever.
In dark, sunny weather, the digital eye and the pupil can become one. That’s when we set off on an adventure, camera in hand — more precisely, a Sony Alpha 6400.
As a photographer, we remain a slave to the weather and to the clemency of a light that may or may not wish to speak to us.
Ultimately, we enter a meditative state, seeking to render a restless reality dormant.
Thus, for around €1,000 worth of equipment, We create a book of dreams in which each person tells their own brief story.
We look forward to meeting your shadow on a street corner that will call to the sublime.
One moment. One frame.
We walk one street, then two, then a new land. We immortalize the scene. The photo is blurry, poorly framed. Certainly. But to the eye, it seemed perfect.
That’s the ambivalence between human and digital: The camera marks the moment forever; the eye sees it perfectly. The film must then be perfect, otherwise we end up with a hazy memory.
There are wild faces. Wandering, stressed, playful.
The light of the most beautiful sky sometimes comes from the depths of the eyes.
