The plaza in Las Heras where it’s always 9.30hrs Passing the guy in Palermo (on the 39, my ‘school’ bus) who sits next to a row of old water canisters Passing the shop that sells 1kg de pollo por 9.50 pesos I love taking the bus from the centre home. Especially from Alem, after my Continue reading

11th Listening to jazzy notes, in a room that’s not green nor grey, lights dimmed, candles on, the pianist hammering his notes, my thoughts drift away It’s been a while since I last went to a jazz bar. Every time I go I wonder why I always let so much time pass between the last Continue reading

So I tangoed. I liked. Met three American girls. A bit OMG, but very sweet. I went to the Centro Cultural de la Recoleta I love exhibitions They always inspire me Pequeño Editor I love looking at drawings. Because I can’t create anything similarly beautiful. That’s why I take pictures. None and lots of imagination Continue reading

I am standing at the balconylessbalcony Halflights in the apartment It’s a warm summer night in the Southern hemisphere The city to my feet Lights close, in the distance Everydaylife, ten floors down A lonely taxi passes on that street Ever there It’s Friday night People are out, I am at home What makes out Continue reading

How can you possibly choose between standing on the top of a mountain, overlooking a million peaks, or driving through absolute nothingness – and the buzzing life in a big city, full of art, ideas, buses cruising the streets, bars, restaurants, parks, books, passing faces, existences barely touching each other. I love looking out of Continue reading

I walk the busy streets of BsAs Water dripping from the air con, all over the sidewalks, all along It’s a million degrees hot N and D are on a plane back to Europe I will miss them. We had a lot of fun. Today: my first day of school The teacher is lovely and Continue reading