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Gianluca John Attanasio

Gianluca John Attanasio

I am a composer, photographer, journalist and writer. I create music being inspired by “images in action” or by memories emerging from old, forgotten photos… Inversely, when I shoot pictures I get carried away by the ‘sound of life’. Photos are witnesses of a past / present that leaves inseparable and unique traces of experience in all of us. Behind any picture there’s an ‘invitation to life’, to an experience which almost regenerates itself miraculously, like when you relisten to a beautiful melody coming from the past. And that music always sounds powerful and amazing, because it’s moving yourself just like the first time you listened to it. This is what I call “power of Music”. This is what I also call “power of Phography”.

The mystical face of Prague

In spite of the passage of time, Prague continues to maintain its reputation as an enchanted city. That's why...


New York: perfect geometries

New York is a tangle of cement and steel that create dynamic and almost perfect geometries. I tried to capture…


If you see the sky

If you see the Sky / you’ll find your lullaby / Those are your bones, / travelling in the Universe…



Time… I would like to have more time / To repair the branches I have broken. / To make those…


Lady Snow and her Silence

'Lady Snow' is a solitary journey, through the silent and snowy lands of Abruzzo. Appreciating the silence that surrounds nature…


Where was god?

Where were god? Where was god while your inner world was falling apart? Where was god while the events of…



Desert… / If you’re looking for yourself / The shadows of your ancestors / Will lead you up to the…

One Photo Story

Weird moon…

30/12/2015 Brasov Romania Gianluca John Attanasio A shining, yellow moon is high, above a curtain of fog. Away, wolves howl: angry…


Darkness and light in Berlin

December is a month that makes even more fascinating and mysterious Berlin, one of the most vital, multicultural and, simultaneously,…

One Photo Story

Ghost Morning

First dawn of a Sunday morning. All around, endless fields of wheat crop.

One Photo Story

A mother like many others

Well, the eyes of a mother will always speak the same, pure universal language…

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