“There was barely any gray, and even when it was there, it felt like a mistake.

The whites were blown out and the blacks were stark. Just as the gestures of dancers, bullfighters and penitents, all other forms were black silhouettes – vivid, bold, clear. Here I am they seem to say. Take it or leave it. Seville always seemed outside of time and drenched in the Andalucian sun.” —Lena Herzog.