About

I like to take pictures. I like to review old images. Am I changing my memories? Is this imprinting? Does it change how I remember the past, my past?

Because it is all about implanted memories.

I do not plan something like wake up tomorrow at sunset time to take pictures from Trocadero. I carry my phone-camera always and sometimes the SLR one. One day during winter I decided to walk from Trocadero to the office, the sun was rising illuminating the esplanade between the 2 museums, with the Eiffell tower as a background. How can I not stop and digitize the moment?

Another day, a Sunday market day, the dog was there, impatienly and obediently waiting for his companion. And of course I could not resist, I just took the phone, kneel down and took this picture.

The themes

In this process of being attentive, capturing a moment, accumulates a lot of snapshots. Today, thankfully, the algorithm tag and process all this. I go back and put into albums, star some shots I like, but luckily I do not have to spend a lot of time post processing and classifying.

But after a while I noticed that there are themes. In this place I selected a few of many:

• the city provide urban moments: people, things, that if I’m in my own thougths they will be lost
• some places look amazing in a picture, or a blueprint, but are inhuman and sometimes just awfull to walk around, and they surprise me when you can see beauty in a dystopian landscape.
• we are lucky: as a family we moved from Buenos Aires, to Dili, then to Malta, and apparently finally we are in Paris for… who knows. In any case these are our places: I’ve seen ships waiting to enter Dili harbour, people celebrating the miracle of Santa Marija in Mosta, a mother and her son celebrating July 14th in Puteaux, I took the subway line D for years going back and for between home and high school, one day all these memories will not be lost, they will be here.