Almost five years ago, I started this amazing journey of coming to live in Mexico city, city of magic, medusa city sometimes; I needed to find a refuge to all that chaos of a hostile and seductive scenario, unstoppable, impatient. Photography was the mean that made this encounter possible, that allowed me to refold to myself, to my microcosms, in order to find certainty. And so I started working with the body, mine and his. The one other that left so many traces on my story of life.
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