Tuscany is located in central Italy. It stretches from the Apennines to the Tyrrhenian Sea. The landscapes, the artistic heritages and stand-out cities in the region make Tuscany an unquestioned protagonist of tourism in Italy. If you have never been there, book a flight by now.
This is Paris.
Doesn’t need any further introduction.
The other side of Paris
Everyone think of Paris as one of the most romantic city in the world, the city of the Eiffel Tower, the Moulin Rouge bar and the Monna Lisa smile, but the beauty of this city lies in unknown places.
The geometry of Paris.
In order: Jökulsárlón lake, on the edge of the marvellousVatnajökull National Park; the infinity of the route n. 1, somewhere near Fljótsdalshérað; the Landmannalaugar, from the top of the mountain in the Fjallabak Nature Reserve, highland of Iceland. What a journey.
If you don’t make it there, you’re not making anywhere
I can’t say I liked New York, for now. I visited almost everything of this city in the time I spent there, from Yonkers to Newark, passing through Manhattan (for sure) till the Jones Beach Island, making a journey into the variety of aspects that characterize this strange city called New York. As I could see with my eyes, the Big Apple lives with many contradictions, having a sort of light and dark side in itself, depending on space and time. As NY is a real spread of dark and light at the same time, it screams for my beloved black and white. Even if it is perfect to me for this reason, the big contradiction living there push me to say I wont be back again soon, like I need some time to rest from the frenzy of this meltin’ pot. You can see some pictures taken from one of the projects I made over there: “24/24” is a reportage I made, from midday till 12 a.m. of the morrow, photographing the never stopping city.
Roma, caput mundi.
This photograph comes from the archive of one of the most beautiful, intense and long journeys I have made in my life. It was taken in the Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial in Colleville-sur-Mer, France. There are no words to describe which feeling reigns in that place. You walk among thousands of white crosses, like those pictured. There is no way to describe which feelings I felt in that place. Horror. Fear. Anguish. I clearly remember the tears that dripped down my face as I walked aimlessly in the midst of this infinite expanse of crosses. I stopped in front of a cross, wondering how he could have been the person whose name was written in this cross, which could be his story, how he died, and why, among so much pain, the man do nothing more than remain indifferent, repeating over and over again the same mistakes.
Normandy, vol. II.
These pictures comes from the fist reportage I’ve made in my career: “In religio inquisisco.” The aim was to highlight the impact of religion on the landscape and society of Italy and France. This was particularly clear in northern France, with its imposing cathedral and huge lighted windows. Having regard to the rainy weather I encountered there, I spent more time inside then outside the churches I’ve seen.. As the reportage was somewhat changed, the focus point became the fantastic light of these places. So soft, but so intense.
The polar circle