Portraits were never one of my favourite styles of photography until I studied them at Ar.Co in Lisbon.
The studio I studied in was 40 years old and it was a dirty mess, it was filled with old books and ancient lighting equipment. There was humidity on the walls, the wooden floor was cracked and the danger of collapse was imminent.
That being said, you could feel the weight of the generations that had passed through its walls. It felt as though it was a place where time itself stopped. The very studio I studied in felt like a piece of film, waiting to be processed by the user. It was a magical place that I will miss dearly and shall never forget.