There are many ways to encounter the Caribbean. There is the glossy, colorful one , the one that you see in advertisement, where everyone is tanned and loud, drinking a fancy drink with a plastic umbrella on it. That Caribbean really exits.
But there are other Caribbeans.
There is the one that is in black and white, solitary, so silent that you can hear its real hidden noise, almost like a whisper, like a faint breeze. That is my Caribbean. That is my San Juan. Maybe not as happy and beautiful as the other one, but full of stories.

These images belong to a portfolio dedicated to the city where I was born.