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Waiting For The Bus On Las Ramblas
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Tattoos in Barcelona
The sunlight was sharp, bouncing off stone and glass, cutting strong highlights across shoulders and pavement. I didn’t ask them to slow down or acknowledge me; I simply kept pace for a few steps, paying attention to posture, rhythm, and the way bodies occupy shared space.
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The Spanish Sense of Flesh – 2
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The Spanish Sense of Flesh – 1
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Now You See It…Street Juggler at a Red Light in Barcelona
Caught this just as the traffic paused. The juggler—or maybe illusionist—stepped onto the zebra crossing like it was a stage, pulling a contact juggling sphere from his pocket with the same ease most reach for a cigarette. No microphone, no music, no hat on the ground. Just confidence, and a tight, silent routine aimed at no one and everyone. I shot from slightly above, which flattened the scene into layers: the motorcyclist on the left, the car breaking the frame in front, and the performer, suspended mid-gesture. The composition benefits from the crosswalk marks, which slice the image horizontally and echo the performer’s stance. It’s geometry meeting theatre. Technically, this…
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Lost In Barcelona’s Beauty
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The El Prat’s Lounge
Airport lounges often exist in a strange, liminal space — neither entirely connected to the bustle of the terminal nor completely detached from it. This photograph captures that in-between feeling with an almost still-life precision. The beige armchairs, glass coffee table, and neatly placed newspaper (“La Vanguardia”) suggest a space curated for calm, yet one can sense the transient nature of those who pass through. The composition is deliberate and symmetrical, the sofa centred with the vase of artificial flowers acting as the visual anchor. The choice to place the glass table in the foreground introduces depth and framing, its reflections adding subtle complexity without pulling attention from the central…
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Small Talk in Las Ramblas
I took this photo in Barcelona, where conversation isn’t background noise but part of the architecture. Las Ramblas is never quiet, never empty—always a current of movement, commerce, and human theatre. Yet in this frame, the flow is briefly suspended by a gesture: one man leaning down to greet another, while a third man stands as witness, folded newspaper in hand, arms set in a subtle brace of familiarity. The scene unfolds naturally, without prompting. I wasn’t aiming for perfection but presence—being there, camera in hand, when a moment coalesced. Compositionally, it’s informal yet balanced. The figures form a loose triangle, anchoring the shot while the rest of the world…
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The Teleferic de Montjiuc
I framed this high, tight, and in monochrome. The tower holds its geometry clean against a washed-out sky, bisected by the tension of support cables that anchor the structure both physically and compositionally. The decision to exclude ground and context wasn’t aesthetic—it was structural. I wanted the image to stand on line, angle, and steel alone. Shot with a mid-telephoto to flatten depth slightly and reduce parallax across the girders. The light was diffuse but not flat. A break in the clouds gave enough gradient to define planes without creating shadow noise. The exposure leaned conservative: highlights retained in the clouds, midtones preserved in the riveted panels and pulleys. No…
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Inside the Garrison
In a usually busy day, the bomberos enjoy a moment of relax.
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The New Church
In the XXIth Century, a new church grows, to satisfy old needs.
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WTF Are They Looking At?
Street photography often unfolds in fractions of a second that resist tidy interpretation. This frame emerged from one of those moments — brief, slightly absurd, and quietly revealing. The photograph shows three men crossing the same urban space yet seemingly inhabiting different psychological trajectories. The bald man in the foreground, dressed in a vivid orange jumper that stands out against the subdued tones of the pavement, appears momentarily detached from the flow of movement around him. His posture is firm, almost statuesque, as if he had paused mid-stride to reassess the scene. The shopping bag hanging from his hand becomes less an object of practical use than a compositional counterweight,…
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Las Ramblas’ Lifestyle
Who cares about pickpockets?
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Which One?
The Abundance’s Paradox
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A Fujifilm X-E1 Annoyance
The X-E1 is a good camera, though has some annoyances that make it less handy for Street Photography. Contrary to Leica, (some) Zeiss or (some) Nikon lenses, zone-focusing is not set on the lens barrel. You must do it either through the viewfinder or the LCD, and this makes problematic the switch from one technique to another. Same is true for aperture settings. Operating the camera one-handed, happened twice to me, led to a change of the image quality settings from RAW to Jpg. Unfortunately I wasn’t aware while shooting and I’ve wasted half a day in Barcelona getting inferior quality pictures.
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The Bodyguard in Red
This frame happened in a square full of motion, but all I saw was this frozen pair: a woman checking a map, and her dog—a small, white, overdressed sentinel—standing squarely on duty. What amused me wasn’t just the dog’s outfit (hood up, leash taut, plaid trim), but the posture. Alert. Angled. Watching the flow of pedestrians like a security detail in fur. I made this image with the intention of isolating a moment within the broader current of urban transit. The pedestrian stream moves left to right—fast, disengaged, anonymous. Meanwhile, the woman and her dog form a perpendicular axis. They’re static. They interrupt the flow. That tension is what holds…
