creative director / art director / designer / brazilian & portuguese / father / photography lover / writer (or kind of) / failed futsal player / wannabe chef


A personal serie shooted in Arrifana, Portugal.

There, we forgot the ambitions, wishes and ways.
We hear the echo of the human littleness waiting the goodwill of nature.
There, doesn't matter if you blow the wind.
And, in each wail, saltwater corrodes the time in that moment.
Peace destroys the rest of adored pain in dry land.
Because there, loneliness is all and all is enough.

Poem by my huge friend Matheus Maneschy.

This has evolved into a one-meter-long frame on the wall of a client's home.