Spain, 2025
In 2025, Toutain-Dorbec came back to Spain with his cameras and a quiet hunger for the past. Through his lens, the country came alive with stark contrasts—stone and shadow, silence and motion.
He wandered Toledo's alleys, lingered in Seville's forgotten corners, and stood still on Extremadura's windswept plains. A shepherd. A child mid-leap. A woman is all alone in a chapel. Each image is stripped down to its core. No color, no noise—just the truth in silver grain.
Spain advanced. But in these frames, it paused.
Spain, 2025
In 2025, Toutain-Dorbec came back to Spain with his cameras and a quiet hunger for the past. Through his lens, the country came alive with stark contrasts—stone and shadow, silence and motion.
He wandered Toledo's alleys, lingered in Seville's forgotten corners, and stood still on Extremadura's windswept plains. A shepherd. A child mid-leap. A woman is all alone in a chapel. Each image is stripped down to its core. No color, no noise—just the truth in silver grain.
Spain advanced. But in these frames, it paused.