A sunny though cold day on Tibidabo Mountain, Barcelona.
Sitting under the soothing warm rays of the sun on the stairs of the big church, a lady in red was waiting for someone to come.
One of my favorite streets in Barcelona. Never too crowded, it is a place were magic happens.
Whenever there, one can see different fascinating human stories walking through the passage.
I took this photo at the Xiringuito Trabucador nature reserve, a unique park in the south of Cataluña, where you can find hundreds of flamingos standing in the water, as well as many other birds and animals.
Just after vising the Dali Museum, I have frequented this impressive building in my neighborhood, designed by Ricardo Bofill.
A moment of Perfection.
I know this place for five years now, and on many occasions I have been lying in wait on the pavement, lurking for this special moment when
We pretend we are important, pretend that we are being noticed, that we are in control, that we have been seen like we see others.
This nice streetcleaner is there every day, cleaning the pavements.
A beautiful sunny day in Barcelona
I am walking with two photographer friends and we are passing by this nice bloke, Quron Clarks, who is dancing and singing quietly.
There is something magical about a bird’s-eye view.
We definitely cannot see it often enough, but we are always surprised when we do.
Who is visible and who is invisible?
Is it the beggar sitting on the ground asking for charity, or the running woman who will not be there within a blink of an eye?
Two people in the same place.
One is running fast, the other sitting there forever.
In a sureal moment, with the right perspevtive, they are invisible to us and to each other.
On many occasions, I found myself running out to find beautiful stairways.
I was lucky to discover this secret hidden stairway in a corner of a building in Barcelona.
Thousands of people walk past this building every day; millions over the years and decades, leaving no mark. This building stands there forever, while we move on and change.
Mystery, contrast, imagination, feelings, fear, drama.
These are some of the things I love about shadows.
This could be a traditional African fabric, or a New York rooftop parking lot from the monochromatic overture to West Side Story. Infact, this duplicated marina is a multicolored promise of freedom, a flag of freedom – unfurl, undock and set sail!
learn moreThe double Vs of the legs, the double you-s, the double coos, the W Barcelona in the background.
learn moreAn open room with leaking water washing the floor.
Sitting in a corner, feeling the place, breeze slowly, sharpening my senses , waiting for things to happen. The sky was moving slowly and birds .
Crossing lines can make us feel as if in a different reality.
A small line can make us feel big or small, upright or upended.
When I find a spot that creates an interesting perspective of what is close or far, small or big, I enjoy imagining what will pass there in the
Is there a "right" perspective, or it is just a state of the mind?
Most of the time we think in an automatic manner dictated by our mood.
To describe my mood in my own way, I always try to change my perspective, to change my point of view. To look up or down, upside down,
For the last five years, I have been visiting this street at least once a week. There always is a ripple in this spot, no matter what time of year.
This neighborhood was built for the fishermen who used to live in small 32-square meters one-bedroom apartments called Un Cuarto. They
Man vs. Nature.
We may think ourselves big and strong, but in comparison to nature, we are so tiny and fragile.
I love the sea. I have lived all my life near, by or on a beach.
Looking determined and sure of his path, a man walks by the Cathedral of the Holy Cross and Saint Eulalia in the Gothic Quarter of Barcelona, ignoring its beauty. The pigeons, meanwhile, ignore the man, while the gargoyles surely observe the scene from above.
This special photo manipulation was hovering in my mind for about six months. At the time, I was traveling to different locations on a monthly basis, and took hundreds of photos of views from windows of airplanes I flew.
I am obsessed with beautiful stairways.
When I find one, I love to play a game.
First, I look up. Then, slowly, I begin ascending while looking up and down as I climb higher.
“It was love at first sight.”
– Joseph Heller, Catch 22
I PAINT WITH LIGHT, I PAINT DREAMS,
THE CAMERA SERVES ME AS A BRUSH AND LIFE AS A BACKDROP.
THE DREAMS ARE A CONSEQUENCE OF MY THOUGHT S, FEELINGS AND LIFE.
THE DREAMS DESCRIBE A POINT IN TIME IN MY PERSONAL LIFE.
FROM THE MOMENT THE DREAM IS CREATED, THE SEARCH BEGINS FOR THE MODEL, THE PLACE, THE BACKGROUND MUSIC, THE MAKE-UP, THE ACCESSORIES AND THEN I WRITE THE STORY OF THE CREATION.
I BUILD A MINIMAL, AN ESTHETIC, COLORFUL AND LIVELY COMPOSITION, THE PURPOSE OF WHICH IS TO ACTIVATE AN EMOTION IN THE OBSERVER.
IN MY WORKS I WANT TO CONVEY THE EMOTION AT ITS PEAK.
THE PATH A PERSON GOES THROUGH AND HIS ABILITY TO EXPRESS THE EMOTION HIDDEN INSIDE, WITHOUT WORDS, IN SILENCE OR INNER SHOUTING.
IN STUDIO PHOTOS AND STREET PHOTOS, I TRY TO CAPTURE THE EMOTIONAL EXPRESSION OF THE INDIVIDUAL. AS WELL AS THE UNIQUENESS OF THE ONE BUILDING,
AND SOME TIMES YOU CAN SEE WHERE THERE A KIND OF PARALLEL BETWEEN THEM.
IN AN ALIENATED DIGITAL WORLD, OF SCREENS, IMAGES AND MECHANIZED
CHARACTERS, I TRY TO GRASP.