Beneath the surface.
I have a thing for urban textures. The more blighted the better. It’s what’s below, eroded and exposed, that interests me. Where grit and grime peek out from wrought and weathered walls.
A strange fascination.
I’ve traveled the world in search of subfaces—the crumbling narrows of Rome, the abandoned billboards of Sao Paulo, the peeling posters of New York. To most, they are eyesores.
If they are seen at all.
Do you see?
I’m not the only one drawn to this kind of decay. Over the years, my photos have found resonance in homes, galleries, and retail space—proof that even the most forgotten facades can have a story worth framing.
