The sun devours already uncertain remains;
the broken, cleft sky is a pit;
the light is tied in the ruinous wall;
dust and saltpeter blow their deserts.
.
The ash trees rise more awake,
and the silent square dusk,
so blindly palpated and so wife
as wound of always open edges.
Fragment of the poem CITY SPOTS
Saturday 5:30 a.m.
I wake up early, excited to see him catch me in the middle of the morning, wake up my best friend and ask him to get ready to start the session. It was quite early, so asking my model to stop at 5:00 a.m. was quite demanding.
Joseph; a boy of average height, dark, thin, fond of fashion and selfies, lover of good music. It is not the first time that we portrayed Jose, even in our beginning in the world of photography, Jose was one of our first models and if good photographs came out </ div>
Spontaneous
This is how I describe it. The way in which it unfolds in front of a camera makes it look like a born model and its firmness when posing is something quite admirable in it.
