I came to Dublin a few years ago but it sure feels like decades. Here I’ve experienced love, hate, love again, disgust, happiness, drunkenness, disappointment… I’ve seen and grown and lived in many ways. I’ve not always felt good or in peace with the city, with the crowds, the traffic or the capricious weather, but in the end Dublin and I always came to terms. Every time I felt the urge to leave, I feel the weight of the world over my shoulders, every time I feel I can’t go on, I just walk through Dublin’s streets, sometimes solitary, sometimes full of people, with that magical light that makes me feel finally at ease.
A double exposure series.
When I visited Valencia last April I was really surprised by the incredible amount and quality of graffiti… I crossed paths countless of times with this street ninja (?) made by the hand of David de Limón. I have to confess this one was my reference in El Carmen neighbourhood for not to get lost…
** Sorry for the quality of the photograph… I don’t have a scanner so I had to take a photo with my phone…
Some street in Liverpool.
Everyday I cross paths with this Vespa, a few mornings ago the light was this incredible over it.
The colour note on a grey and random street of Tokyo.
Old photographs from another life.
Trickery and fake memories.
Or perhaps was it only a dream?