I went to Turkey immediately after the attempted coup. She felt different, eerie, even strange. Huge demonstrations post-coup brought millions of people in the streets for several weeks. Were they supporting President Erdogan, who emerges stronger after the events and embarks upon a massive purge of opponents, or was it simply an explosion of nationalism against growing foreign criticism of the government? There are many alternative complot theories to explain these events, including one that blames the government itself for being behind them, as it clearly emerges as the main beneficiary of this failed coup. What happened is the last avatar of the never ending struggle between her mixture of traditional and modern, East and West, religious and secular that permeates and divides Turkish society since the founding of the republic by Atatürk. The struggle will continue, and maybe even become starker.
My life journey, from Buenos Aires, where I grew up, to Europe, where I became a photographer, and now spending more and more time in Asia, have clearly influenced the way I look at the world and the condition of people around me. I have always lived in big cities with a sizable floating population, people in the move searching for a new life, which naturally led me to empathize with their hopes and also the struggles they have to face. I am interested in the trajectory that explains the human condition, the internal conflict, and the dynamic, and sometimes sad, story behind who and where we are now.