My weeks of confinement

At this point is kind of pointless to explain how hectic these past few months have been. But it still amazes me how in early March I was just doing a photowalk in Alfama, looking from all the pandemic issue from afar and following it from a safe distance (I thought), to just a few days later having to move all my daily routines to inside my own home. In less than a week I would become more physically disconnected from the rest of the world than I usually are.

Fortunately there were plenty of things to do, work didn’t slow down at all by moving out of the office, and on top of that the everydaycovid project was born: I became one of the editors of this project, that aims to document the pandemic and quarantine in Portugal, seen through the eyes of dozens of photographers and photojournalists. The schedule during quarantine most of the times was full, but the world had significantly shrunk.

The confinement meant staying indoors most of the time, only leaving for shopping and those short walks nearby and alone, so the goal was to stick with that plan while needed. Meant that, for an unknown number of weeks, the laptop was the most important window to the world. Also meant that the world I could reach and explore was the one I could see from my window, that roughly matched what I was allowed to reach in my shorts walks. The short walks that most of the times only happened later in the day, when all work as put aside.