It is a beautiful example of photographic drifting in which Baylón traced his own itinerary through Madrid’s street prostitution scene, an ideal red-light district that one enters and leaves through these two streets whose names suggest a cruel mockery of fate. The street map is full of poetic, highly lyrical winks, but also of these examples of dark humour. Blended among the passers-by, we follow our own paths, exposed to the risk that a wrong step might upset our plans: in the street, as we know, danger lurks — and also, why not, strokes of luck.

Quico Rivas