An old Spaniard contemplates the night
We were in the back streets of Santander, the rain had been coming down in a deluge, the night was dark and hot. The old Spaniard stared out into the street watching those who dared the rain. He hadn’t been in the best of moods, he’d lost some money in another bar, but now he was calm watching the night, lost in thought. He looked like a fighter; a fast car went down the street, crashing water on to the pavement, his gesture to the insult was swift and uncompromising. I wanted to capture the interior of the bar and the street scene outside, it meant doing a ‘stitched’ shot. I thought I could do this without the Spaniard noticing.
I was wrong.