Essays
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A winter with the fishermen of the Tagus
For four months I spent my early mornings on the river with a handful of men who still fish the Tagus the old way: small wooden boats, hand-pulled…
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Lisbon at seven in the morning
Before the trams fill up and the tour groups arrive, Lisbon belongs to the people who live in it. Bakers, street sweepers, old men buying the newspaper at…
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Sequencing a photobook on the kitchen floor
Every book I have made started the same way: small prints, a lot of floor space and a week of moving pictures around until they start talking to…
