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Five Days in Spain

I had scheduled a couple days in Madrid on either end of a trip to Morocco. The summer heat was intense, the King was in town and the World Cup was going on. The pace was somehow both relaxed and non-stop; calm, but in an unrelenting kind of way. The resulting images are from miles and miles walked around Madrid and a day trip to Toledo.

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Madrid Alleys

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Sunday in Toledo

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Model Citizens

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Checking Reception

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Saturday Shopping

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Cigarette Break

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A Day In The Park

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The Kids

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Public Display

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Under Construction

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24/7

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Sitting In Wait (Levi’s)

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Hanging Around

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Madrid International

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A Parade For The King

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The Kids are All Right

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Sunday Best

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On The Corner

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Browsing Books

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Walking Around

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Watching The Watchers

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Window Watching I

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Window Watching II

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Sunset

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Afternoon Socializing

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60 Percent Off

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Mickey Mouse

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Out At Night

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Window Washing

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Before The Dinner Rush

Fast / Slow

At the time I didn’t know what to think of it, but in retrospect, Madrid has been one of my favorite cities. It had a lively tenor but was incredibly laid-back. The weather carried a strange weight. Men drank on the sidewalk cafes for hours.

There was always something to shoot during the day; there was always someone doing something nearby. The architecture gave a very isolated feel; each street trapped you until the next.

Part of the reason for the collection of photos central to Madrid was that a Henri Cartier-Bresson retrospective had just opened and was incredibly inspiring (Bresson was an initial influence in my photographic trajectory).