beneath the cathedral-like ribs of the ciudad de las artes y las ciencias, a small story unfolds. the mother, standing still, frames the scene with her phone. a child runs toward the father, the other already within reach. he bends down, arms opening, ready to gather them close.
it’s a moment of intimacy, framed by cold precision. the architecture is towering, mathematical, almost merciless in its symmetry. yet this fragile family moment – soft, fleeting – defies it all.
the starkness of black and white strips the image of distraction, leaving only the contrast. the human, the monumental. the personal, the grand. it’s a scene where time feels slowed, yet you know it passed in an instant.