The perfect image must be sought after in continuous pursuit, rather than captured.
While Max’s career in skateboarding never took off, nor his three years of studying physics, he still picks them up once in a while. Max was in the middle of his physics studies, in fact, when a film camera first landed in his lap. He unexpectedly found his feelings emerging easier than through differential equations.
When he embarked on a Patagonian hike carrying a medium-format Mamiya RB67, several lenses, and a hefty tripod, Max snapped a photo of the crisp turquoise Laguna de los Tres at the base of Mount Fitz Roy. He hoped he caught the perfect image, but had to wait for the developer kit to witness the slow magic of Laguna coming to life. This taught him the beauty of the unseen, while reminding him about the humble virtue of patience. He also found that the perfect image must be sought after in continuous pursuit, rather than captured.
Max then spent two years studying cinema at Universidad Nacional de Cordoba, his native city in Argentina, before picking up his bags, his mutt, and moving with his wife to New York City. There, he freelanced as a DP, editor, and creative. He moved to North Carolina in 2015 after trying his first vinegar-based BBQ and a pint of local beer.
Oh, and about that perfect image? Max finally captured it one freezing winter night in Manhattan: it was the image of his two minute-old daughter.