Sympathy for the Devil

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El 16 de gener el poble crema. No hi ha públic, només participants: els qui ballen amb els dimonis, els qui els fugen, els qui pugen al foc, els qui hi acaben dormint. La Nit de Sant Antoni mallorquina no es mira, es travessa.

Aquestes fotografies són d'una d'aquestes nits, a casa de la família Cabrer, que em va deixar entrar i tractar com un d'ells. No hi ha foto sense generositat, i aquesta sèrie no existiria sense la seva. El dimoni del títol no és teatre, és veïnat: l'home que coneixes vestit d'una altra cosa, fent una cosa antiga.

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On January 16, the town burns. There is no audience, only participants: those who dance with the demons, those who flee from them, those who leap into the fire, those who end up sleeping by it. The Mallorcan Night of Sant Antoni is not something you watch, but something you pass through.

These photographs come from one of those nights, at the home of the Cabrer family, who allowed me in and treated me as one of their own. There is no photograph without generosity, and this series would not exist without theirs. The demon in the title is not theatre, but neighborhood: the man you know dressed as something else, doing something ancient.