Fabio Moscatelli | Arriving Somewhere, not here...

Tivoli, Italy – February 2013 Andrei in his new home in Tivoli, near Rome.

Andrei is a 10 year-old boy and just a while ago he was living the cheerful life that every child deserves to live. With the occurrence of the economic crisis his father got fired and his mum moved to Italy to find a job. Over the months, the absence of his mother as well as his father’s alcohol abuse had become a tough burden to bear. The presence of his relatives and the strong affection to his motherland cannot fill the emptiness inside him.

After a long and painful lawsuit between his parents, Andrei finally catches up with his mother in Italy but what seems to be a happy ending is actually the beginning of a new life where everything looks different and where expectations turn into delusions. Andrei deeply misses his old habits and finds it difficult to integrate into the new society. This generates a strong discomfort that gets even worse because of the arduous relationship between the boy and his mother’s new partner. Andrei shuts himself out, avoids people and isolates himself into a mental and physical cage. He hardly ever leaves the flat that, although it does not feel like home, it is the only refuge he has.

His body is in Italy but his spirit is still there in Romany, since Andrei has arrived somewhere but not here…

Tivoli, Italy – February 2013 He finished his travel,but he would like to travel again.

Tivoli, Italy – February 2013 There are difficult in its life,but he’s a kid,and like every kids,he likes play.

Tivoli, Italy – February 2013 Like mother and son in an imaginary stairway.

Tivoli, Italy – February 2013 There is an invisible thread, has color of hope, green, that holds him and his memories.

Tivoli, Italy – March 2013 The gestures of a child forced to become a little man; gestures that make me remember how Andrei is still a child.

Tivoli, Italy – March 2013 Andrei has left a small grandson in Romania; often speak of her, so as to show her to me, almost like a ghost in front of my eyes.

Tivoli, Italy – March 2013 Hand outstretched, as if looking for another hand to hold, or as a greeting that he would like to come away.

Tivoli, Italy – March 2013 What is never missing in his life is the love of a mother who never leaves him, and that also seems to protect it from the darkness of the night.

Tivoli, Italy – March 2013 The flame of a cigarette as a hope, the hope of this man to be able to be accepted by Andrei.

Tivoli, Italy – April 2013 Eyes through eyes; his look that looks so far away.

Tivoli, Italy – April 2013 The dog looking through the window, even at night, someone seems always waiting for its arrival.

Q&A with Fabio Moscatelli

Photography is…

Photography is a powerful communication, my purpose is to try to give emotion through hidden stories but so near to our daily life.

Photography and writing…

I think that writing is important in a reportage, so I can introduce the viewer on the journey. it’s like taking a tour guide before leaving for a trip. The beauty of the journey you will see on the site, and it just so happens to photos after reading.

Who left the biggest impression on you?

Every single person who allows me to use his time and then to tell their own story. The photograph has given me so many friends, as well as wonderful stories.

Tell us a little about yourself

I like to tell through photography, I’m currently working on my most ambitious and difficult project, tell my father, who died almost twenty years ago.
I’m sure the love for photography will help me this time too.

Fabio Moscatelli (www.fabiomoscatelli.it) Born in Rome, he lives in his hometown. He started taking photographs at age 25. He obtained his first certificate in Reportage at Graffiti in Rome.
In 2012 he won the second prize of the scholarship named Rolando Fava, and in the same year, the Roman School of Photography assigns a scholarship for a Master of Reportage.
In 2013, the Leica Award finalist and winner of the competition in the category Portraits National Geographic.

Fabio Moscatelli | Arriving Somewhere, not here…