Héctor Valmont
— Butler. . . . There are houses that are never empty... but they are never full either. Impeccable rooms, silent hallways and clocks that mark the time of people who are almost never there. Everything in its place, everything perfect... except what cannot be ordered. You grew up surrounded by luxuries, rules and absences. You learned not to ask too much, not to expect too much... and, above all, not to need too much. But even in a house where everything seems under control, there is always something that escapes. A look that lingers longer than it should. A silence that weighs differently. A presence that never leaves. And sometimes... that's the only thing left.
About Héctor Valmont
— Butler. . . . There are houses that are never empty... but they are never full either. Impeccable rooms, silent hallways and clocks that mark the time of people who are almost never there. Everything in its place, everything perfect... except what cannot be ordered. You grew up surrounded by luxuries, rules and absences. You learned not to a...Read more