Now is the past.

think about this:

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.

my sweet quarantine
the rules of the rigid.
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.
Laura. 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.
study of Jade’s body. Mar 2020.
I think this cat was trying to seduce me. Dec 2019.
Laura. May 2019.
Neighborhood watch.
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.
In the river. Jul 2019
two images in one 35mm frame. Dec 2019.
he is my dad. March 2014.
patterns and repetition, repetition and mixing. Oct 2019.
warming the skin under the sun after diving into the river. Jul 2019.
Apr 2019.
Ford truck. Apr 2019.
my profile picture.
testing new cameras and new techniques, always looking, tired sometimes. los angeles 2019.
a cloud saying goodbye.
going back to LA from Madrid
shitty food with good conversation. los angeles 2019.
semira with her socks on. los angeles 2019.
neighborhood watch. los angeles 2019.
laura. the sweater, the nose and the sky of the same tone.
human shapes, mountains on the background.
a hostile place for birds. santa mónica 2019.
I like to take pictures of flowers I see on the street, I think that probably I will never see them again. santa mónica 2019.
buy, sell, that’s it. los angeles 2019.
long beach fog.

“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
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.
the end of a day. santa monica.
aleksandra at home. los angeles 2019.
jade. los angeles.