Pietro Coppa

I confess that there are times when telling about my city and illustrating my relationship with it seems to become increasingly difficult. This will certainly depend on me, on my fatigue in searching for themes and images that are not the repetition of things already done, or on not finding…

These images at first glance would appear to be a series of still lifes, of details and objects, mainly chairs, motionless and almost without human presence.

Here we are at the third and last chapter of the collection on the walks to Piazza Navona, not in the sense that I will stop having it as a destination, but that after the third month of images I could only repeat myself.

Roma Italy In this month of April I continued in my habit of strolling to Piazza Navona and back, armed with a camera to capture those who frequent it.Above all, I wanted confirmation of my first impression last month that the square is a sort of summary of the city,…

Italy Cities are full of the crowds of natives and tourists who frequent them and sometimes deface them, but if you look hard enough you will also find ravines, dead corners, silent places forgotten by God and man.The protagonists of the work I am presenting here are some of these…

Today I don’t feel like being serious (but when ever..) so I have selected a series of images, from those taken in the last few months, with a vaguely absurd character: funny little everyday nightmares.The cities, I speak in the plural because these photos were not all taken in Rome…

Mine is not a nostalgic discourse, even if certain rarefied atmospheres of past years might have had a certain charm, but an attempt to render with a bit of street photograpy and human sympathy the “caciara”…

This year at Easter I was a guest at the home of Spanish friends in a small remote village in northern Aragon: Argues, a hamlet of Bailo (200 inhabitants) in the Jaceitana comarca, on the slopes of the Pyrenees. The beautifully desolate landscape, with a stormy sky, still cold and…

In every city there are one or more Lost and Found Offices, where what has been lost is deposited while waiting for its owner to come looking for it. Very often the most disparate and unpredictable things remain there for years gathering dust, never to be asked back, as if…

From Balzac’s Comedie Humaine to today’s Streetphotography, passing through all the possible tranche de vie of Maupassant, Saltykov-Scedrin and so much realism, humanistic photography from Cartier Bresson to Vivian Mayer, and one could go on and on, one has never ceased to dwell on the abnormality of normality. Crazy hearts.…

Location: Italy – Roma, Napoli Once upon a time there was winter with its load of frost, short, grey, cold and damp days.Now winter is almost over, both in the proper sense of the season (as I write this we are already past mid-March), and in a more general sense:…

Light and shadow chase each other, contradict but complement each other: one could not exist without the relationship with the other.Sometimes light, artificial or natural, makes the details of an image clear, but shadow lurks to add depth and ambiguity; at other times, darkness blurs everything into a dark greyness,…

Having one’s own personal vision of the city, especially of a city like Rome, is not an easy thing.One has to contend with centuries of images, not only photographic, with myriads of cheap postcards or sublime representations, and with one’s own tiredness and difficulty in finding ideas and subjects even…

It often happens to me to wander about the city in an absent-minded manner, without a precise destination, without a plan defined beforehand when I have my camera in my hand, with my thoughts wandering here and there, jumping from pole to pole, like my steps. But wandering does not…

Without any regrets or nostalgia, in the changes some things are lost and others are gained, if anything trying to good-naturedly mock the endless postcards about such pretty old villages!

Reality, fortunately, is always more complicated and ambiguous than how it is portrayed, and disorder is inherent in both big and small things.

Most of the photos that make up this work were taken in the late afternoon of 15 November 2023. In those hours I was walking around Rome, it was not yet cold but darkness had fallen, daylight saving time had already been restored, and there was a melancholic, autumnal atmosphere.…

Eve, the deepest and most elementary sense of time that precedes an event, a time of expectation, perhaps of hope, in any case a time suspended in limbo…

Humble hands, then, and a little sceptical, with little desire to enter the fray or to fight: a self-portrait.

A posture, an attitude, the position in the frame are from time to time the elements of a personal and arbitrary tale about the atmospheres that one breathes in the City.