Spring of 1993 I was back in Barcelona. I was working hard. My aim was to become the poor man’s Peter Lindbergh, and trying to find my own voice as a photographer as well, which I thought I could do in the club scene, loaded to the gills and seldom sleeping. I was told I had a great hustle. These were crazy times and I don’t remember them well at all. Most of the photos are long lost, the negatives thrown out by an ex in a breakup. Here’s a little of what remains from those days.
Malu, November 1993
Bill William's Trumpet
Crowd watching street performer. New Year's Day 1994