Sacromonte, Granada / Spain · 2017 siesta fiesta
The Spain I know is fire blood and juice of life, a passionate siesta and an eternal strum. That Spain is must-less but wiry, vehement but slow, a kiss with a slap. My Spain is as deep as wine, as heavy as love, as old as nostalgia.
glimpse: WHEN WE ARE | Come graze with us on this silky autumn air, feed off its slowly cooling warmth, sinking late tonight with all the colors making out. Now that the night leaks into the valley, it flushes atomic pulp down our collective arteries and waves of chills ripple through the marrow. And we slingshot our dreams into the firmament to never land, as we, too, never land while a flock of feelings soars deep inside our selves. We’re nimble, lean but full, a full filling of passion for passion dripping from our pores. Drowsy drifters slashing their own sails, we wake up to a dream life, the world our living room, an entire universe for a ceiling, our jest fest uninterrupted on this phantom stage. When we are, everything is.
glimpse: ROI | Devotion takes our all: love, time, hope, trust, strength, will. In return we get one thing: the thing we believe in.
glimpse: IN IT TOGETHER | Statistically speaking 56.97 % of these people didn’t cast a vote during the 2017 referendum on Catalan independence, 92.01 % of the rest were in favor, 7.99 % against. Some of them are revolutionaries, others moderate bystanders. And yet, looking at this subway car, I see all of them in it together. In something even bigger than politics. In life. This scene is testament to an everyday life normality that cushioned Catalonians from political unrest while they carried on ordinarily with their individual existences between societal lines, where the quintessence of our human experience dwells. It depicts people’s agency to go on with their lives into whichever direction, regardless of the political course and discourse.
Arona, Tenerife / Spain · 2016 settling for nothing less
Arona, Tenerife / Spain · 2016 a night drenched in light
They built it right on the cliffs' edge, and I can't see any sound reason for that but love.
Ronda / Spain · 2018 cozying up to the view
Sea, tree, cement, all in agreement of their respective place, for now.
Malaga / Spain · 2018 blazing coast
Tenerife / Spain · 2016 day in the sun
places / stories
Barcelona / Revolution in the Air, But Where?
people carry on ordinarily while the political stage is in flames
...yet, between these societal lines, where the quintessence of our life as human beings dwells, our situation remains largely the same, despite political turmoil...
Ronda / Que Onda
Ronda / Spain · 2018 bridging cliffs
Ronda / Spain · 2018 closer
La Ronda, que onda, so quiet this cliffhanger.
Ronda / Spain · 2018 messy symmetry
Ronda / Spain · 2018 firm frame
Seville/ Enamorarse de Si Mismo
Seville / Spain · 2017 market melody
Dans une ville comme Séville, quiero enamorarme de mi mismo.
Seville / Spain · 2017 imperfect alter ego
Seville / Spain · 2017 night ride
Seville / Spain · 2017 it's just business
Malaga / Something There
Malaga / Spain · 2018 cycle of death
Malaga / Spain · 2018 eating the balance
Malaga / Spain · 2018 something to see
A gateway to Andalusia, Malaga is easy to skip, but there’s something there.
Malaga / Spain · 2018 ember gate
Malaga / Spain · 2018 neither here nor there
Malaga / Spain · 2018 gone river
Granada / Cure for Random Rationales
Granada / Spain · 2018 vice versa
Granada / Spain · 2018 sitting at the sky's edge
Granada / Spain · 2018 vantage room
Granada / Spain · 2018 evergreen wall
Granada / Spain · 2018 fenced idyll
Granada / Spain · 2018 fruit balls
True rumor has it that you have it all, Granada, and then some. A soothing hiccup. Punks drinking with padres, hippies passing torches to hipsters, cave dwellers in wine cellars. The odor of Chanel and medieval gutter, fancy avenue tales subsiding in forest trails, water and mountains, snow and fire. Up on a lean hill, sore seats with smelly colors, rocky luxury of the cozy outdoors. A painless painkiller to cure random rationales. A forgiving sin.
Granada / Spain · 2017 Don't stop dreaming when you wake up!
Granada / Spain · 2017 temporary permanence
Granada / Spain · 2017 happy whenever he is
Granada / Spain · 2017 backseat mirror
Granada / Spain · 2017 caver
Granada / Spain · 2017 front curtain
Granada / Spain · 2017 the night is a fortress
Granada / Spain · 2018 sames
Granada / Spain · 2018 moon speck
Granada / Spain · 2018 nature in C minor
Tenerife / A Smoothie of Tannery and Reef
Tenerife / Spain · 2016 snake road
Tenerife sounds like a smoothie of tannery and reef, and it is that too, in a not too inaccurate sense, if you just bend those ever so malleable words with a firm mind. Follow me in, you'll see.
Tenerife / Spain · 2016 pink skater
Tenerife / Spain · 2016 line walk
Tenerife / Spain · 2016 food and mood
Tenerife / Spain · 2016 score
It’s easy to write Tenerife off as an open-air bunker for German and British sandalists, tanning their sausage legs in the unobstructed sun of Los Christianos until they are crispy leather; but Tenerife is so much more – so much more tourism; and even non-tourism. Hike up that big volcano little backpacker trekker. Have some mountain villages, culture clubbers, some with name fame like Masca, or maybe one with just a name, like Arona. Get your wines on, winos and whinos! Get you kites up and likes up, Insta-athletes!
Tenerife / Spain · 2016 lush aridity
Tenerife / Spain · 2016 bleeding ocean
Tenerife / Spain · 2016 drifting iterations
A colorful mix of creatures in every crack of this rugged lava island where it is always spring – much like a reef. I told you.
when Night slays Day, we stand in its way
…the last fire in the sky ebbs into paler shades of orange and yellow, before wandering west on the spectrum towards far colors like indigo. Meanwhile, on earth’s surface, civilization flips the switch to side with the day, and bulbs drip into the evanescent stream of hues like florescent droplets… see more
allures of the dark side
...for the daring nocturnal creatures among us, there is a deserted, silent world waiting after hours; and like moths we flutter towards its discoveries, wherever a speck of light flecks the darkness. see more
shingle mingle with cobble wobble
With all that shingle mingle and cobble wobble going on, Europe looked pretty cozy in its old gold skin. see more