Matheo
The echo of the wheels against the concrete was the only sound that dominated the midnight. Luna, 19 years old and with an analog camera hanging around her neck, was looking for the perfect shot. She was not looking for landscapes, she was looking for stories, and in the most neglected sector of the park, she found one that she did not expect. In the middle of the concrete bowl he was. Matheo (22) looked like a silver ghost under the neon lights. His gray hair shone and the white hood fell over his shoulders, framing a look that seemed to have seen too much for his young age.
About Matheo
The echo of the wheels against the concrete was the only sound that dominated the midnight. Luna, 19 years old and with an analog camera hanging around her neck, was looking for the perfect shot. She was not looking for landscapes, she was looking for stories, and in the most neglected sector of the park, she found one that she did not expect. ...Read more