I love us is a project that was got under way around 2008, with another name, but with the same intention. The project could be said to be the result of my obsession for photographing everything that happens in my friends’ lives and my own life. It is a social and documentary report on my friends and myself. As the title itself says, rather paradoxically, I love us, including myself in that “us”, and that “us” meaning what we are, what surrounds us and what we have created. At first I was not really aware of what I was doing, taking photos here and there, all with something in common, but not quite knowing what it was. When I reached that point, I began to grasp that I had compiled a photo file on our lives in just one year and realised the real value that those photographs had in the present. What those photographs had in common, apart from the aesthetics and the models, was the intention that lay behind them. Then my view of my photos and my life started to take on greater focus – I no longer took photos for the sake of it - now I knew what I was doing and what I wanted to get. This is the parallel evolution of a work and a person, both of them in constant growth. This is something I intend to work on all through my life, aware of the fact that what I am now experiencing is going to be very different to what happens in a few years, just like my conception (more immature) of my work now, and the one I shall have later on. This is a sort of photo-biography, a trunk full of memories, people, moments, ideas…

I photograph my life as if it were a treasure, valuing every moment for what it is and wanting to immortalise it. Whatever this may be, I am doing it from a biased, involved standpoint. I am telling this story in the first person, since my photos, apart from describing what I see, also describe me. My persona is the direct result of my life, i.e. of what I live, think, know, want and what inspires me; I love us is my life and my life is my photos. My photos can all be understood as self-portraits, days in a written diary. And this takes us back to the idea of the title. I love us includes a lot more than might appear at first sight. That us is everything: us as a group, or as individual people, our lives, our age and everything that this contains - all the characteristics that describe us, in general. I suppose that everyone takes photos for a reason, because they want to say something, or convey something. I take these photos because I cannot avoid taking them, as they are the greatest escape route that I have ever found. They make me stop thinking when I need to, and force me to reflect when I forget myself. They remind me of things that I shouldn’t forget. Out for fun? I have a whole host of friends all ready and willing. And that is what we used to do day after day, days that sometimes all looked the same, but never really were. Irene, Ginebra, Marieta, dancing and floating over all the others, Juli in the flat opposite with Julián and Carlos, Miquel and I, either hating or devouring each other, Alex Lucas and Ximo always together, Dani, at loose in the world, Carlitos and his music… They are my life, they are me, what I know best in this world. I met Lucas when I was three, at infants’ school; Irene, my cousin, though we had been put in the bath together since we were babies, who I really met years later, one of those summers in Asturias… My friends, my street, my block of flats, every signature I see in the street, made by someone I know, graffiti, moments, memories, songs. Arguments with my parents, slamming doors, thinking it over afterwards… clocks that never stop. On Saturday you take the world by storm and on Sunday the world throws the remains of you back up on the beach. On Monday you want to die and on Friday it all starts again. My aunty Lola, the oracle, paradoxically taking care of us all, listening to us all, knowing it all and not saying a thing. I feel incredibly lucky to be surrounded by all these people whose lives end up being mine. All this is what interests me, learning what I do wrong, knowing and feeling stupid for not understanding, falling down the same hole again and again, learning from them, from life, from their lives, sharing (them), loving (them). We contradict ourselves all the time: we think we rule the world, exalt hedonism as a lifestyle and then we feel so desperately sorry for ourselves for not doing anything else. I am aware of all this, sure that we still have a lot more to go through, but even so, nobody could live their lives with half the verve that we have. I spent half of my childhood sitting at desks letting my imagination fly, thinking of what I would do when I grew up, what my friends and my life would be like. However much I might have imagined, I would never have thought we would be so lucky.
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