Death might find us old, but we will keep dancing, looking for the usual, ignoring a forthcoming end. We will continue to make the same mistakes, we will have learned everything to slowly forget it. Desire and loneliness will share a throne, failures and second and even third chances will hold hands and dance together. Time will no longer be caught, it will melt between our fingers. It’s Sunday afternoon, lights gone out, but there is still time for one last song.
These photographs have been taken in different night clubs aimed at an older audience.