La Latina

If I have to tell someone the best place to take street pictures in Madrid, this is “La Latina” District. One of the oldest parts of the city, with lots of bars and terraces, markets, and little streets with little shops.

It’s a magical place.

I think this photograph tries to show the essence of what I’m telling: you can touch the dirt of the walls, smell the wine and tapas, and feel confortable with the sensation of past the afternoon with good friends.


Taken from Wikipedia:

Mephistopheles (/ˌmɛfɪˈstɒfɪˌliːz/, German pronunciation: [mefɪˈstɔfɛlɛs]; also Mephistophilus, Mephistophilis, Mephostopheles, Mephisto, Mephastophilis, and other variants) is a demon featured in German folklore. He originally appeared in literature as the demon in the Faust legend, and he has since appeared in other works as a stock character.

The name Mephistopheles is associated with the Faust legend of a scholar, based on the historical Johann Georg Faust. In the legend, Faust wagers his soul with Mephistopheles.

The name appears in the late 16th century Faust chapbooks. In the 1725 version, which Goethe read, Mephostophiles is a devil in the form of a greyfriar summoned by Faust in a wood outside Wittenberg. From the chapbooks, the name entered Faustian literature. Many authors have used it, from Christopher Marlowe to Goethe. In the 1616 edition of The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus, Mephostophiles became Mephistophilis. Mephistopheles in later treatments of the Faust material frequently figures as a title character: in Meyer Lutz’ Mephistopheles, or Faust and Marguerite (1855), Arrigo Boito’s Mefistofele (1868), Klaus Mann’s Mephisto, and Franz Liszt’s Mephisto Waltzes.

Stop Thinking

It’s usual to take pictures in a relaxing way. Looking for the best use of light/shadows, the perfect frame, and the best colors.

But sometimes, just sometimes, you must stop thinking…and catch the moment. Some of my best pictures were made in this way.


People usually take pictures of ordinary people, smiling, doing always the same boring things.

But … what about those sad citizens, with hidden or solitary lives?

They also deserve a photograph.


I love take photos in the night. There are no crowds and no sounds in the darkness.

Only it’s you, your camera, lights and shadows, and lonely people who walks slowly, like if they didn’t want to go home… maybe there is not a happy place at the end of the road.