Luis Corzo is insanely young: he observes the world with an open mind and sensibility. His narrative is surprisingly simple, but he does not shy away from discussing his character and his own contradictory ideas; that is, to jump into his own definition of the ideal woman or to describe the vanity of beauty. Orginally from Guatemala, he grew up in Miami, and then moved to Barcelona to complete his degree in Photography. Today, he lives in Miami, where he relocated and works in his family business. From the moment he put a Nikon SL on his shoulder at age fifteen, he has not stopped shooting photos. He is convinced of only using the right side of his brain, which may sound impossible and, undoubtedly, when he does discover his abilities using the left one, there will be much more light in his dark room. He masters chaos with more chaos. He defeats fire with fire. He loves jazz, and has an admiration for the genius of John Coltrane, and some of his favorite artists are Wolfgang Tillmans, Daido Moriyama or Lee Friedlander. Although he points with a touch of shyness, or respect, and with an almost inaudible whisper, the name of René Magritte.
Luis Corzo is insanely young: he observes the world with an open mind and sensibility. His narrative is surprisingly simple, but he does not shy away from discussing his character and his own contradictory ideas; that is, to jump into his own definition of the ideal woman or to describe the vanity of beauty. Orginally from Guatemala, he grew up in Miami, and then moved to Barcelona to complete his degree in Photography. Today, he lives in Miami, where he relocated and works in his family business. From the moment he put a Nikon SL on his shoulder at age fifteen, he has not stopped shooting photos. He is convinced of only using the right side of his brain, which may sound impossible and, undoubtedly, when he does discover his abilities using the left one, there will be much more light in his dark room. He masters chaos with more chaos. He defeats fire with fire. He loves jazz, and has an admiration for the genius of John Coltrane, and some of his favorite artists are Wolfgang Tillmans, Daido Moriyama or Lee Friedlander. Although he points with a touch of shyness, or respect, and with an almost inaudible whisper, the name of René Magritte.
Corzo’s Diary entries
I miss London
Grey/Gray I miss the slightly cold and windy afternoons I didn’t get to many of those but I got enough to remember them A thick dark beer, a worn out coat and some yellow teeth The beauty of a young, ugly and depressed english girl.
Nowhere
Nowhere takes you nowhere Blue flesh from the poison Heroin feels good I know But then……………………….
Tania
Shh, don’t tell her I always liked her A delicate rock She doesn’t need anyone I think she likes girls anyway 93’ She must taste like peach.
A not so pretty elephant.
A not so pretty elephant. Actually, a very ugly one. I’m fucked. No, I’ll just fuck. That ghost I used to talk about when everything was good. I’m actually just meeting him now, he looks like an elephant.
Nothing really, really nothing
The end of the road, What was done was Done. Done. That’s all folk.
Entre caníbales
VORTEX Will a vulture eat another vulture? Yes, most carrion eaters will eat off the dead of their own species. To a vulture, dead meat is just another meal.
Œuf
Her face is silk Her face is leather Her Her is two Her is twenty Her Her fucks Her loves Her FUCK
