Lereyerté wasn’t just another punk show—it was a reminder that DIY, when done right, means care, intention, and community. I brought my camera, but more than that, I brought myself into a space built by people who live the scene, not just play it.
Sucre Ilegal Fest didn’t wait for permission—it set up right next to an official festival and claimed its space with volume, sweat, and defiance. I was there with my camera, capturing a night that wasn’t supposed to happen, but absolutely needed to.
Panellet didn’t need a farewell tour—just a square in Terrassa, a few amps, and a crowd that already understood. I was there with my camera, not to capture spectacle, but to witness something real: a final show that said goodbye the only way punk knows how—loud, raw, and honest.