Close-up of the balcony of an old building in Havana, Cuba. A place that, I imagine, was in the past a prestigious building. Spectacular columns and carvings show a rich architectural style. But now a plant is growing on the ceiling. Rusty railings, worn out walls, windows that haven't been cleaned in years, and a feeling of disrepair and decay are present.
This scene is very common to see in Habana Vieja, the old district of Havana. Nevertheless, it is still somehow, deeply attractive. Nostalgia floats in the air. A warm atmosphere also, because of its privileged position in the Caribbean sea. We stroll trought the streets and become time travellers. And then, we realize that the beauty of Cuba resides on the stories that its buildings could tell. And couldn't be otherwise. Is like a gestalt principle: we get in contact with these old buildings and our brain complete the scene with immaginary stories that could happen in the past. We turn on the lights, clean the plants on the ceiling, give the walls their original bright color back and can almost smell the smoke of a cigar and hear the melody of salsa songs.
I'm Argentinian but I live in Lyon, France. I am a graphic designer, photographer and traveler. Passionate about cycling, nature, the simple little moments in life. Photography above all, taught me to be conscious, to open my eyes, to get out of the.. Read more…
Germany
Netherlands
Germany
Netherlands
Germany
Germany
Netherlands
Netherlands
Germany
Germany
Netherlands
Netherlands