This is not the first time that the street photographers use this technique, but in this context, the language becomes a kind of visual free jazz that dismounts our securities on watching and judging. “Sampling” life on the streets, at night I look at whatʼs left in the “web” of memories, the wanted photos and those unexpected. What emerges is an unpredictable mixture of signs, sounds and even smells: the complexity precisely. We live, explore and experience every day this category, from small towns to big cities, from managers to workers, all linked by a network of transnational relations. Really the heartbeat of wings of a butterfly here can cause a hurricane on the other side of the planet (or the man who dies burned in Tunisia can defeat the Arab dictators).
I prefer to portray the “foreigners” in Italy because I find an international dimension to these faces. Where were these pictures shoot? The where no longer makes sense, anywhere! The bearded passer I have seen today? I might have seen him in New York City subway station or in Rizzoli street in Bologna. The girl’s face in the foreground? I might have already met her in Paris… Today there is much talk in political terms of this complexity, in the form of new racisms. As a photographer, I remain fascinated by the street life that is always ahead of the politics.
