Big hair, plastic jewelry, heavy metal being born, The Shining in theaters and John Lennon back in the studio. How could anyone forget the 80s?
I grew up surrounded by music, the kind I chose and the kind I heard on family evenings, played on my parents' and uncles' guitars. And everything was captured on film. Negatives hanging to dry, the smell of chemicals from my father's darkroom, hours of projections on the living room wall. There was no way I wasn't going to fall in love with this world.
My first camera was a Konica. I burned through rolls like there was no tomorrow, at school, on trips, trying to photograph UFOs with cardboard plates thrown into the air. Thirty guaranteed likes in the classroom, until the teacher walked in. Dad, I heard you snuck out of the maternity ward to catch a film the day I was born. Is that true?
I studied, learned, worked, and threw myself headfirst into photography. Today I work in television, at SIC, Portugal's leading private broadcaster and I photograph real life: concerts, smiles, hands held, vows exchanged, families growing, moments that ask to be remembered forever.