Category: Photography

  • Quotidianum

    Quotidianum

    Images from the daily life with some hidden meaning, maybe -or maybe just life-.

  • Sitges Film Festival 2017 coverage

    Sitges Film Festival 2017 coverage

    Covering the best international fantasy & horror film festival of the year, for the second time for Ganiveta Magazine, and in such a special date as the 50th edition. I did write some daily articles – like this one about VR: http://www.ganiveta.com/news/sitges-film-festival-2017-day-8/ While mainly writing movie reviews, which you can find here among all my…

  • Monsters in Berlin

    Monsters in Berlin

    Once upon a time there was a project in Berlin which wanted to bring the monsters in town. Merchandising (comprising toys, bags, pillows), as well as posters, illustrations, comic books, music and movies, all of them under the horror, sci-fi or fantasy tags, had found it’s place in what aimed to become a reference meeting…

  • Sitges Film Festival 2016 coverage

    Sitges Film Festival 2016 coverage

    Attending the International Sitges Film Festival for the first time as press meant having the chance to fully plunge into the uncountable hours of horror and fantasy cinema that this unique festival offers, as well as having the chance to experience cinema as an almost non-stop experience in one of the most beautiful towns of…

  • URO | music video

    URO | music video

    Music video for the song Uro, from the album “Lecho de Piedra” (2014) by Àrnica. A very special project, since it was done for friends, with friends, and with very little experience – although it was great, as it could not be otherwise. The video was filmed in Soria – Spain, in a cold 2015…

  • Lleida

    Lleida

    Among those fields, many years ago, my mother was born under the dim light of a farm in the night. So at least half of me comes from that land. It’s a usual thing, every time we go there, to get the bikes and cross the fields. What used to be a dry land changed…

  • Barcelona

    Barcelona

    Or the architectonic facade of my hometown. Appearing more empty than it really is. Much more empty. Picturing maybe a silence that I can’t find there anymore.