Walking at night, on streets and squares illuminated only by artificial lights, has always been a source of great inspiration, curiosity and veiled melancholy for me.
Places are transformed, take on an autonomous dimension with respect to their diurnal nature, bringing out invisible stories, real or imaginary.
A contrast is created between heat and cold, loneliness and comfort, darkness and hope.
The night becomes the best time to look better, to get lost in dreamlike dimensions where reality mixes with our suggestions and our memories, creating alternative stories that take shape from the personal experience that we have inside.