don't touch please (valencia, spain)
Valencia's Mercat Central is one of the largest covered markets in Europe, opened in 1928. I never really cared for food photography. It always felt either too staged or just kind of gross. But walking through here I started seeing it differently. The architecture alone pulls you in, all that iron and tile and orange motifs everywhere. And then the market itself just adds another layer. Octopus on ice, red prawns, a pan of something violently red. It stops being about food and starts being about color and texture and the way people move around it all.
three hours in my favorite city (valencia, spain)
Three hours in the old city with nowhere to be. My girlfriend was working while I was roaming around. That is when you actually start seeing things. Valencia has layers like that, the medieval and the messy sitting right next to each other without apology. The color here is relentless, and it all just exists, loud and unbothered, the same way the city always feels to me.
feathers in valencia (valencia, spain)
Valencia gave me a few spare hours in the old city, and I spent them following birds again with my camera. A white pigeon was drinking from a puddle on the cobblestones, completely unbothered by the world around it. Nearby, in the Turia park, I found a blackbird, a common European blackbird (Turdus merula), sitting in the grass with the kind of quiet confidence that makes it impossible not to photograph.
Lately I've been drawn to bird photography. Even though my equipment still isn’t the most suitable, there's a patience that comes with it which I like. You slow down, you wait, and suddenly something ordinary becomes worth a second look.
architectural rhythms (valencia, spain)
This was my second visit to Valencia, returning to see my girlfriend who lives in the city. Having the chance to spend more time here also allowed me to look deeper into its structure, capturing the familiar streets from a new perspective.
Valencia in monochrome is a study of lines and light. This series explores the city’s modern identity, where the organic curves of Calatrava’s structures meet the rigid geometry of urban life. Stripped of color, the focus shifts to the interplay of shadows and sculptural forms. It is a city that has begun to feel like a second home.
stone and water (granada, spain)
Rising above Granada, the Alhambra and the nearby gardens of Carmen de los Mártires offer a world of their own. It is a place defined by intricate Nasrid geometry and quiet courtyards, where the sound of running water is the only constant.
Wandering between the grand fortress walls and the hidden paths of the Carmen, I was drawn to the interplay of light and ancient stone. These spaces demand a slower pace. A chance to observe the delicate carvings and reflecting pools that have remained unchanged for centuries. It’s a landscape where nature and architecture exist in perfect, silent balance.
the old quarter (granada, spain)
Albaicín is a place that feels made for black and white film. Wandering through this ancient Moorish quarter is like stepping into a different era, a labyrinth of narrow, winding cobbled streets that defy modern logic.
Without color, the focus shifts entirely to the rough white walls, the deep shadows in the alleyways, and the layers of history built upon one another. The grain of the film captures the timeless, almost stubborn character of this neighborhood, where every corner holds an echo of the past. It's a slow process for a place that demands you slow down.
coastal palette (málaga, spain)
Málaga on color film feels like a permanent summer. The city’s energy is defined by its warm, Mediterranean light and the vibrant life found along its sun-drenched streets.
A short distance from the center, the Jardín de la Concepción offers a completely different rhythm. This historic botanical garden is a lush oasis of tropical plants and quiet pathways, where the dense greenery provides a natural refuge from the Andalusian heat. The film captures these tones perfectly. The deep greens of the palms contrasting with the soft, dusty textures of the city. It’s a place of stillness in a city that is always moving.
