The moment you started reading this text is no longer the present, that moment belongs to the past.
The present is a razor-thin line you can only enjoy now, but, unfortunately now is the past.
Me not driving my car. Jul 2022.
Angels National Forest. Jul 2022.
Diego’s bday. Jun 2022.
Diego and Marina. Jun 2022.
May 2022.
Alain. May 2022.
From the series «Flowers in the street». May 2022.
Mateo and Alain. May 2022.
Pablo Larcuen. Mar 2022.
Doors in nature. Mar 2022.
Pablo, with that Light in the Sky about to get Dark. Mar 2022.
Feb 2022.
Feb 2022.
Ryan and his son Josey in my car. Feb 2022.
Flamin’ hot Jess. Jan 2021.
Jan 2021.
Gonzalo through a glass of water. Aug 2021.
Atiana’s rabbit. Aug 2021.
Taco, Jul 2021.
Closed, Jul 2021.
Topanga, Jul 2021.
Sunset through my window. Jul 2021.
In randomness, I find the cure. Jul 2021.
Malibu, Jul 2021.
Straight line. Jul 2021.
Sleeping. Jun 2021.
Same color, Mar 2021.
Ivy and Brook, Mar 2021.
Mar 2021.
Mar 2021.
Ivy, Mar 2021.
Ny Oh Ny! Feb 2021.
Alana Cloud, Feb 2021.
Alana and Leo. Feb 2021.
Snowed desert. Jan 2021.
Joshua Tree. Jan 2021.
Carla. Jan 2021.
Wrecked car. Jan 2021.
Jan 2021.
Jan 2021.
Alana with a tattoo of her friend. Jan 2021.
Phillip on a hike. Jan 2021.
Green fly. Dec 2020.
Venice. Sept 2020.
Phillip. Sept 2020.
The place he belongs. Sept 2020.
Diego. Sept 2020.
Buddy. Aug 2020.
Jess and Phillip. Aug 2020.
Blind Cat. Aug 2020.
Jasmin Savoy. Aug 2020.
Jasmin’s pool. Aug 2020.
Clark. Aug 2020.
Aug 2020.
Santos Soy Cuba. Jul 2020.
Gonzalo in Malibu. Jul 2020.
If dogs run free, why not we? Jul 2020.
Silvia in Malibu. Jul 2020.
Exit only. Jun 2020.
Factory in La Brea ave. Jun 2020.
The rules of the rigid. Jun 2020.
the copy of the copy for not leaving the norm.
The copy of the copy of the copy for not leaving the norm.
Tasteless bites.
Squared head with ideas chewed by failed systems.
Dawn in Joshua Tree. Jun 2020.
BLM protests in Los Angeles. Jun 2020.
BLM protests in Los Angeles. Jun 2020.
Whitney. May 2020.
Martina looking at her distorted feet. May 2020.
Not working. May 2020.
A cloud on the windshield. May 2020.
Bubble, May 2020.
Going out for walks. May 2020.
Stuck at home. May 2020.
One thing to do during the quarantine. Apr 2020.
Apr 2020.
Madison at Echo Park. Mar 2020.
Study of Jade’s body. Mar 2020.
The ones who know me good, they know this one is an important series for me. Double stream. Mar 2020.
Yago in Los Angeles. Mar 2020.
Sera, March 2020.
Similar textures. Feb 2020.
When LA at night looks like rests of blow over the table. Feb 2020.
Laura. Feb 2020.
Over the Valley. Feb 2020
Distorted house. Feb 2020.
Self-explanatory. Feb 2020.
Santos and Roge, Feb 2020.
Sunshine on my mind. Feb 2020.
Banged up car. Feb 2020.
Jade at home. Feb 2020.
I went for a walk the other day (pre quarantine) and I took these three pictures of rear lights. I was amazed by the different shapes of the same concept. Feb 2020.
When Jade broke her foot. Feb 2020.
Jade, Dec 2019.
Flowers in the street. Dec 2019.
I think this cat was trying to seduce me. Dec 2019.
A matter of perspective. Dec 2019.
Foggy mirror. Nov 2019.
Exit sign from my building in West Hollywood. Nov 2019.
Arizona, Nov 2019.
Human shapes, mountains in the background. Nov 2019.
Laura. the sweater, the nose, and the sky of the same hue. Nov 2019.
A hostile place for birds. Santa Monica Nov 2019.
I like to take pictures of flowers I see on the street, I think that probably I will never see them again. Santa Monica, Nov 2019.
Nov 2019.
Two men arguing with their hands under the rain in Los Angeles. Everything is always fine in the end. Nov 2019.
Self-portrait. Nov 2019.
On the road. Nov 2019.
Walnut Grove on the way to Las Vegas. Nov 2019.
Vilena, Nov 2019.
Los Angeles, Oct 2019.
Somewhere between Madrid and LA. Oct 2019.
Going back to LA from Madrid. Oct 2019.
Patterns and repetition, repetition and mixing. Valencia, Oct 2019.
Three moments, Oct 2019.
My parents house, Oct 2019.
Madrid, Oct 2019.
Moroccan Lounge, Oct 2019.
Buy, sell, that’s it. Los Angeles, Sept 2019.
“Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art
Bullfighting can be an art Boxing can be an art Loving can be an art Opening a can of sardines can be an art
Not many have style Not many can keep style I have seen dogs with more style than men, although not many dogs have style. Cats have it with abundance.
When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun, that was style. Or sometimes people give you style Joan of Arc had style John the Baptist Jesus Socrates Caesar García Lorca.
I have met men in jail with style. I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail. Style is the difference, a way of doing, a way of being done. Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water, or you, naked, walking out of the bathroom without seeing me.”
Charles Bukowski
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Sept 2019.
Aleksandra at home. Sept 2019.
Around Santa Catalina Island. Sept 2019.
The end of the day. Aug 2019.
Roller coaster. Malibu, Aug 2019.
The sunset of our fun. Aug 2019.
Semira with her socks on. Los Angeles, Aug 2019.
Semira in Malibu, Aug 2019.
warming the skin under the sun after diving into the river. Jul 2019.
In the river. Jul 2019
Neighborhood watch.Jun 2019. Caves inhabited by stalking people, people who look at you through the windows and wonder what you will be doing, always the danger of the stranger, the stranger who strays. A constant look on your neck does not let you relax, the neighbors look and question you, the feeling of community is stronger than the look of the individual, the walker is alone and alone are each of those who look.Jun 2019.
