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My Substack
Documentary photographer working in the humanist tradition. Author of Into Dust. Based in Olvera, Cádiz, Andalucía.
Thirty years patient, close, interested in ordinary life under pressure. For almost a decade a regular contributor to The New York Times. Available for assignment. Speaks Spanish.
The Work
On deadline, every frame had to justify itself immediately. In the critique room, every frame had to justify itself honestly. Urgency and depth. Instinct and intention. I've spent my career learning that these aren't opposites.
Into Dust, my first book, began at a calisthenics gym on a Barcelona beach. The men training there — mostly West African, bodies rebuilt into something extraordinary through sheer will — had survived a crossing that kills perhaps half of those who attempt it. I spent a year with them. Their saying: suerte o muerte. Luck or death. These men had been more than lucky. They had something extra. Not luck. Not just strength. Something that extreme hardship strips everything else away to reveal.
The Teaching
Since starting to teach in 2010, I've led more than twenty workshops across Andalucía, New York City, Mexico, and Guatemala. Small groups. Serious photographers. Experiences built on the deadline pressure of a working newsroom and the rigour of a serious critique programme — not photo tours.
At the centre of every workshop, one belief: your work matters. Not when you've mastered the technical. Not when someone important says so. Now, as it is.
A photographer who grows is one who dares. My workshops are for photographers ready to dare.
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Publications & Recognition
The New York Times · The Washington Post · The Wall Street Journal · Time · Fortune · MIT Technology Review · United States Olympic Committee · National Geographic
Exhibitions in Mexico, New York, Washington DC, Italy, and at the Universidad Veracruzana, Mexico. New York SPJ Deadline Club Award. 2023 graduate, Helsinki España Hostile Environment & First Aid Training.
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My mother encouraged me to take photographs so she could see what I had seen. She died when I was fourteen. I have spent thirty years going out into the world to see things and bring them back.
I have followed African migrants who remade themselves through discipline and friendship on a cracked concrete plaza on a Barcelona beach. I have walked through Harlem looking for my grandfather — a jazz musician who played those rooms decades before I was born. Even on assignment in Brazil, he was on my mind. I spent five years living in Mexico, returning until the work felt complete — grieving a lost love, finding things I didn't know I was looking for. I spent five years in Barcelona pursuing a dream I had carried since the Olympics. The dream and the reality never fully reconciled.
The camera has always been how I stayed present.
I have photographed heads of state and refugee camps, weddings and funerals, disasters and celebrations. I know that the world is large and full of astonishment. But there is something that small places offer that large ones almost never can, and it is this: the chance to be known. Not famous, not celebrated — just known. Remembered. The man who came with the camera, who loved what he saw, who came back.
I am still bringing things back.
