balearic.
balearic .- PHOTOGRAPHY There was a summer when time seemed to loosen its grip.Days unfolded over crystal waters, where the boat became our home and the horizon, our only compass. We drifted between Ibiza and Formentera, anchoring in the quiet embrace of Cala Saona, the music of Beso and Duo echoing faintly across the breeze. Golden sunsets painted the deck in silence and laughter alike. It was a voyage of friendship, of salt-kissed skin and endless skies — a brief chapter where life existed only in the sway of the sea and the glow of fading light. We swam among turquoise fish, our bodies drifting as freely as our thoughts. The sea became our refuge, and each sunset our silent witness.Sailboats turned into silhouettes of dreams, and laughter spilled like waves against the deck.The nights carried music, stories, and the soft blur of wine — enough to let go, to feel infinite, to belong nowhere and everywhere at once.
Mi Tierra
Mi Tierra .- ART In the heart of southern Spain, Sanlúcar breathes through its light and rhythm. Between the echo of flamenco in Bajo de Guía and the sound of waves touching the shore, life unfolds slowly — a dance of simplicity and beauty. The scent of wine drifts from ancient bodegas, horses gallop freely along the beach, and the sunsets paint the sky with gold and crimson.These photographs capture that timeless essence — moments suspended between land and sea, between celebration and calm — a tribute to the soul of Andalusia. O lo que viene siendo lo mismo, “Ole!”
O2 Arena. London JAY Z Live Experience.
O2 Arena · JAY Z .- PHOTOGRAPHY That year in London was a constant dialogue between the city and my camera. Every street, every corner held a story, and I felt compelled to capture it all. Among those moments, one stood apart: witnessing a rap legend on stage, someone whose music had shaped entire chapters of my life. I had devoured Decoded, carried Watch the Throne everywhere, and lost myself in the rhythms of classics like Dead Presidents. That night felt like the soundtrack of a dream unfolding before my eyes. “I’m out for presidents that represent me” DEAD PRESIDENTS.- JAY Z That afternoon, I made my way toward the subway entrance that would carry me to London’s O2 Arena. Another gray sky loomed overhead, but the air felt charged with something different. I wore my “Brooklyn” shirt like armor and slung my camera over my shoulder, ready to capture it all. I was on my way to witness an event that would carve a before and after into the story of my life.