Somewhere in the north of Spain, after a long rhythmic night - between 120 and 160 shots per minute - a photographer emerged. He did it, like with everything else, by running over it. Imanol is therefore a fast, accelerated type, of those who reflect by working with their hands. This speed of action is his own tool, as well as the quick instinct to capture environments, spaces, faces and gestures. Fleeting gestures of prestidigitation that before being perceived they are gone, leaving a smoke of images and style. A natural mischief just turned into that.