The Night...

You are the Night...
Unknown the unlit world of old, you're the sounds I never heard before.
Off the map where the wild things grow, another world outside my door.
Here I stand I'm all alone, drive me down the pitch black road ...

 ...my only home...

Morphine

A video...

Follow the white rabbit...

It has been a year since I shot this serie. They were hiding somewhere in my computer, waiting to be published on paper. In fact, at this point of 2013, I completly forgot about them.
I guess it was worth the waiting. It is curious that just right today, the first cloudy and Autumn-like day after this beautiful summer, this shots just hit back my face all of a sudden...
I think is the perfect momment for sharing them, finally...

This serie was published @ Sideburn Magazine, hey! Ben&Gary!! I have been a good girl ;)!


The super fun Valeria´s bike from El Solitario MC, The almighty Gonzo.

About this shot...

... Suddenly I woke up, remembered where I was, knowing everything was over, but still got this day-extra to enjoy this certain kind of freedom of being away from home... - Is this a hangover?" ....

CAMPO:

Put on the same clothes than day before, didn´t care about the shower and walked out the room, still dizzy, still sleepy, jumping over those unknown corpses that still were lying on my room floor, ... grabbed a cold piece of bread from that usual annoying breakfast...

Me, heading the front yard. Some flashes of the last few days came to my mind, they were coming back in a form of a kaleidoskope of emotions, that wasn´t a dream, probably it was just an endorfine overdose or some shit like that, who cares anyway..

Reached the garden and there they were: - "Fuck!! they are so fucking beautifull!"....., packing their bikes, like dancing, getting ready for their long way back home.

Focussed, and saw the spaniards on the other side of that playground. Like levitating I crossed the field to meet them, but being carefull not to touch those "dancing dudes" in case they dissapear, and sit by Lalo. He is always barefoot walking- " I like it"-, and asked him: -" Does Nico knows how skating?" - "No, he is just pretending" - he babbled, while Nico still was jumping around like a possesed, faking ollies with a piece of wood, out of the blue a hand appeared with a wrench, and put it in between Lalo´s fingers, so...

CONTRA-CAMPO:
 

On any day...

And He blew and blew with His winds, and they all were scattered...
(Flavit Jehovah et Dissipati Sunt )

About this shot...

W&W 2013
Races, smoke, gun shots, an increassing testosterone, the opressive sun, the deep smell of burning tyres... people screaming around, dizzyness, chaos...., the fact that i couldn´t have a bloody beer to reassure a brain-control was annoying me..... my mood changed all of a sudden, just wanted to be alone by that meadow nearby. Only two minutes lying there, and friends were coming around to put their asses were I was! bla bla bla, bla bla bla....... I guess they were going through the same situation than me..... I was pleased to have them around but still thinking: "go to hell all of you, please", grabbed a beer standing up, spinned around to go further and there it was!..... landing in front of my eyes, ..... behind me the shouting of a horde of exited people at the races still continued.... 

Orcs & Witches

May at Midnight come out you all, my monsters.... close to me...


Vigo, the forgotten city… Midnight has long gone by… The constantly defiant streets are rampaged by vagrants and scavengers hunting for prey.
Behind the shadows, in the dark, she shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree. I let her hear my engine… She only goes stiff for a moment…
-Are you ok? I asked…
To which she replied with another question: Do you feel lonely?
-I’m tired, sick of running… Need to stop...
-I’ve watched you for days
-It’s just not your face
-It’s all things I see in your eyes…
Her jaw clicked and slowly I could see her tears…
The pulse of the oily derelict city is creeping after her, but I still see crazy calm on those black eyes…
(El Solitario Mc)


Motorbike: Gonzo by El Solitario MC
Helmet & Tank by the talented Maxwell Paternoster

Wheels&Waves 2013, TRAITORS & BITCHES.

SOUTHSIDERS, Biarritz, 2013.
Still amazed & dazed…..  more crowded, more violent, more gnarly, more beards, more dust, more she-riders, more guns, more beer, more edgy, more glitter, more dangerous, more artists, more Max. Testosterone, and adrenaline adiction, flooded the streets of Biarritz. The dream of  last year’s edition turned back to me in a form of a raw-dark-rider whose name could have been Clint Eastwood. Lost my voice… lost my brain… somewhere behind the smoking pipes….

Congratulations to all the survivors!

This set is dedicated to all the new and great people I met there.
See ya next!

Thanks Southsiders
Thanks to the Spaniards contingent
Thanks to all

FUCK IT!!!