I landed in Barcelona early in the morning, and my first instinct was to run to the Sagrada Família — to see if, perhaps, it had finally reached completion. But once again, it stood cloaked in scaffolding. To me, the basilica is the very heart of Barcelona — the point from which every path begins, the city’s own kilometre zero.
I stayed for several days. Almost every morning began at the waterfront. Barcelona met me with warm encounters — I even managed to arrange a shoot and met the lovely, charming Reham, whom I photographed on film.
I remember sprinting to buy extra rolls of film, then climbing aboard a double-decker bus, listening to the audio guide like a wide-eyed tourist, hearing names like Antoni Gaudí and Lluís Domènech i Montaner echo at nearly every stop.
One afternoon, I wandered into the Loewe flagship store, where a gracious sales associate told me almost everything about Casa Lleó Morera — the beautiful building the boutique calls home.