In the quiet pre-dawn hours, we wandered through the narrow streets of El Born in Barcelona. The city, usually buzzing with life, felt hushed and almost eerie under the streetlamps. It was still dark when we started, the warm glow of the lamps casting soft pools of light on the worn stone. Not a soul was around—just the occasional sound of our footsteps and shutters clicking.

I captured a series of images in both full colour and desaturated tones, each version reflecting a different mood of the same stillness. It was one of those rare times where the city felt like it was ours alone.