Uruguay si Hopper fuera Uruguayo

This is a series I’m currently working on. Father’s Day in Uruguay fell on a Sunday in June, and Montevideo had been covered for weeks in a thick fog that wouldn’t let you see more than ten meters ahead. That same day, at 10 PM, my father arrived home and suggested we should go out to take some photos. We hadn’t gone out together in a long time, I don’t know when we stopped. I think it was when work started taking my weekends and I completely succumbed to the immediacy of deadlines that I found myself leaving aside something that once truly represented me. I started working on this series that very night, but I didn’t realize it could be a series until two months later. I aim to portray a Montevideo that I don’t understand, gloomy, silent, still, as if lost in time, nostalgic, liminal. I feel these photos exist in a limbo between life and death.