1996, Lisbon, Portugal. There is a man wearing a crimson red suit standing on a corner of the street. And I remember, his hypnotic intense stare, freezing me for a moment. I made a picture. He has the looks of a man who knows more. He suddenly walked away. A woman in a spotless white dress comes rushing from the distance.
Wandering the streets, elevating the timeless and natural beauty of ordinary everyday subjects.