I was recently in Belgium on short notice for a job, and took a week to visit my family and some friends. One of the people I surprised was my mother, who lives in Rotselaar, where I spent a big part of my youth. On my way from the train station to her place, I […]
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>This is Odete Tavares, the goalkeeper of the national Angolan handball team
> This is the sight I see when I leave my friend’s appartment in the morning. She lives in a building similar to the one in front, on the 12th floor. Since there’s no elevator, our physical condition is excellent. On the right, you can see the Cidadela Stadium, getting very old. They choose not […]
> A quick evening sight of Luanda from the Clube Naval on the “ilha”. In front is a new stretch of sand where there’s going to be some more construction. To the left you can see the lights of the port, and on the right, the lights of the towers they’ve been building over the […]
>This is a portrait of Sare, my oldest sisters’ youngest and my goddaughter, sitting on a bench with one of her rabbits. It’s late afternoon, and the sun sheds some shy rays.
>I’m still in Belgium, where sights like these abound. Families’ summer stuff still left to be attended to, waiting for warmer days, in gardens, backyards and patios. In a while, children will be having a blast here, but for now, things look like this.
> My sister and my brother in law, inside the sound/light booth at the Leuvense Stadsschouwburg, minutes before the last show of co.Dans on Sunday night, contemplating the end of an era, and the end of a tradition for me as well, as house photographer.
>This morning I woke up in Paris, at the apartment of a Senegalese family, close to La Villette. It’s May, but the weather in Northern Europe isn’t really showing for it. Here’s the view from the room I slept in.
>Today, I visited my mother at her home in the woods, close to where I spent a big chunk of my youth. She was recently declared cured after 5 years of cancer, treatment, ct scans and anxious waiting. A home cooked meal was waiting for me when I arrived with two of my nieces. Here […]
>As tradition dictates, when I’m in Belgium in May, I photograph the ballet shows my sister choreographs. This will be her last with this dance company, so there’s some nostalgy involved. Here’s a picture from one of the rehearsals.