the second half ...

is the title of a potential photographic project.

For me, life lasts eighty years or at least that's the way I've always seen it. A couple of days ago I celebrated my thirty-ninth birthday, which means that I'm about to reach the halfway mark. I thought of this project to avoid having a psychological barrier to sort out next year.

The project itself would consist of a set of portraits of people over the age of forty who are, at a personal level, admirable. For instance, I would like to take the portrait of my grandmother because she delivered eleven children to this world and nowadays parents rarely go for more than one or two children. In my case none. It's simply that I don't find the right time for that, there is always an excuse not to become a father.

I would include, as well, some of those people that still run marathons over the age of sixty or my friend's next door neighbor, who still pilots light aircrafts despite of having exceeded the imaginary limit of eighty years old.

They say everybody needs icons, people to look at and feel which, in some way, they can identify with I'm not sure if I have enough of those references. I don't support any football team, in fact, I don't know a single thing about football, so, I can't look for idols in that field. On top of that, today's Fernando Alonso or the tennis player Nadal are not as strong references as the cyclist Miguel Indurain was, how long ago? fifteen years? In any case, those - sport players, celebrities, politicians or singers - aren't the kind of icons I'd like to portray so I will try to find my own ones, people as close to me as possible, just in case I need them next year.