Huracán

-Estadio Tomás

Adolfo Ducó

Some stadiums feel like cathedrals. Not because of their size, but because of their silence.

The Palacio, as they call it, rises in Parque Patricios with an elegance that defies its surroundings. The curves of its structure, the staircases, the pale concrete—they all speak of another time, of an architecture that aimed to inspire before it aimed to contain.

Here, the space breathes. There’s a certain dignity in its stillness. Photographing Huracán’s stadium is less about chasing intensity and more about observing how memory settles into matter. The light falls differently on these walls; it softens the edges, reveals the stories.

This isn’t just a football ground—it’s a symbol. Of a club with deep roots. Of a neighborhood that still walks to the game. Of a team that has felt glory, exile, return.

In a city full of noise, El Palacio stands quiet—but never empty.