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.

Next

Let’s see where the next whereabouts guide the eye of the beholder