In the exploration of seaside towns, there are always these moments of drift. They’re in-between moments—not quite part of the project, yet not entirely outside of it—natural pauses.

They occur at various times of day. Early in the morning, as I leave my hotel to walk towards the beach. When I take a break from the project to explore the surroundings. At lunch, over a coffee. Or during unexpected detours in my itinerary. These moments don’t fit the pace of classic street photography, but they feed the depth of my documentary photography work.

These are moments when I let go. When I surrender—physically and mentally—to the environment around me. My gaze shifts. I observe without searching for an image. I let myself be carried by the light, the colours, the compositions, the visual rhythms. The stillness. The emptiness. Everything and nothing at once. And gradually, that nothing gives way to a visual dialogue between photographs. This ordinary reality quietly reveals the environmental story of these seaside places.

These moments of silence, of stepping back and disconnecting, express through images a certain form of contemplation, of calm, and of complexity.

These intervals are essential. They allow me to recentre myself, to regain a sense of clarity before diving back into the core of the project. A suspended time—simple, almost invisible—but deeply rooted in my mindset and in the way I photograph.

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