I always hated the days before travel, and I think I always will…

I’ve had worse Sundays…

Morning walk

Getting into that final week, pre-trip anxiety of “eager to get there!” and “why do I get into these things?”. I used to get confused how can someone feel so different and opposed things exactly at the same time, until I went to India I realized that’s the norm while being there.

Sunday mornings…

Coffee cup

Earlier from today, the posters from the Preview of Lisbon’s Photo Book Fair all over the surroundings.

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Still about yesterday…

Pilled chairs by a graffiti

Back to Amplifest

Back to Porto for Amplifest. Like last year, I ended up taking the camera with me. Like last year, I ended up turning it mostly to everyone around, not the bands. I’m really not a concert photographer, I’m more into paying attention to the small things that are happening around me, and that’s why the moments I took the camera from my bag were the dead moments between shows. The breaks to have a beer, to hangout outside by the sun, to chill and enjoy the day. Just like I was doing.

Sunday mornings…

Slipper and toys on the floor

Como diz a minha amiga Fátima, não me importava de ver Amenra uma vez por ano, assim para lavar a alma! Só isto já teria feito valer a pena ter vindo ao Amplifest no Porto.