There is one wall in my home that never stays the same.

Every month, it becomes someone else’s world — a single photograph, chosen with care, hung where I’ll pass it every morning and every evening. A reminder that somewhere out there, someone looked through a lens and saw something worth preserving.

Habitação 52 started quietly, almost accidentally. I wanted to live with photography rather than just consume it. To let an image breathe for a while, to notice how it changes depending on the light, the mood, the season. What I didn’t expect was how much it would change me — how differently I’d see the world by the end of each month, having spent thirty days in someone else’s way of looking.

Each photograph belongs to a photographer I admire, someone whose vision deserves more than a fleeting scroll. For one month, their work takes up space in my everyday life. It sits with my morning coffee. It watches me think. It asks quiet questions I sometimes can’t answer.

Habitação 52 is a record of that ongoing conversation between me and the images that have lived on my wall — and an invitation to discover the photographers behind them.