boxing

I have spent many years taking photos in boxing matches. Very few times in big arenas, never in fancy hotels, most in old gyms or little stadiums, where the ring side consists on a few plastic chairs near the action.   

I’ve seen a lot of blood and pain, of course, but above all a lot of humanity. The arrogance of the victory, the loneliness in the defeat, the neutrality of that weird third guy in the ring, the (in)justice of the jury. As life itself. In his roughness, boxing shows us as we are. And sometimes, photography too.