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A night at the museum
Nov11

A night at the museum

Impossible interactions are challenging for candid photography. Street Photography is nourished largely -but not only- by temporary and spatially unique scenes, due to the relationship established only in the photographers mind -and often only in his eyes- while he’s able to combine it in a picture . Of course, the Street Photography is much more … in fact the big names in the discipline are going beyond its theoretical...

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Magna Milano
Feb03

Magna Milano

Eating is being a social act for a long time. But even nowadays -after hundreds of generations of evolution- it is still one of our most basic instincts. How this instinct emerges depends on each individual, but it seems that our most instinctual Self comes out at the very moment of the...

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stuck in the road… and going on
Jan22

stuck in the road… and going on

  Out for a walk to the uptown, to watch the buildings from above and have a small breath… but I got stuck for a long time on a spotlight…                 As in real life where sometimes we got stuck, at last I’m unblocked and I go back on my way…                 …uphill where I can hear this beautiful song that I like so...

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Strip Up Strip Down
Dec09

Strip Up Strip Down

Las Vegas Boulevard South, also known as The Strip, is a 6 km avenue where we can find the vast majority of hotels, casinos and entertainment venues of the city of Las Vegas, Nevada (USA). Usually described as a theme park for adults, Las Vegas is also a tribute to kitsch and excess, a world wide mecca for hedonists and a paradigm of the wildest contrasts of the so-called American Dream. These photographs were taken in August, 2014....

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“Canción para un invierno”
Mar25

“Canción para un invierno”

“Mi tierra no es de azúcar, ni tiene mariposas en invierno, ni montañas con risas de clavel, ni arrecifes dorados. Y no es de miel, ni tampoco de espuma. Es arcilla, sierra cortada y té por los collados. Estamento de piedra y de ciprés, campanadas que enlazan el pueblo y la masada alguna tarde contando las eternas llamando a funerales. Fríos eriales, eternos surcos de cartón. No es canto de trompetas, ni timbales sólo tambores....

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