Walking through Altahabana and crossing the bridge on 100 Ave is an exercise in honesty. There are no staged scenes here, no polished streets, no city trying to impress anyone. What you see is what it is: real life, worn out surfaces, and stories that don’t need permission to be told.
Photographing these streets means accepting the chaos, the nostalgia, and the weight of everyday survival. It means confronting the decay of a city that keeps moving only because its people refuse to stop. Every corner carries its own pulse; sometimes hopeful, sometimes tired, always sincere.
My goal isn’t to impose a perspective.
My goal is to show what I see, exactly as I live it.
With its faded colors, its noise, its stubborn character, and that strange blend of routine and resignation that defines so much of Havana.
Walking with my gear through these areas is never safe, but it’s necessary. Photography becomes testimony when you choose to look without filters. And Altahabana has a lot to say… far too much to keep quiet.
This work is part of a series that’s still growing. A visual chronicle of a place that deserves to be shown without makeup, without propaganda, and without fear.
