Il rumore della neve
Con la neve tutto si trasforma: i colori, le luci, i suoni. Nella neve puoi sentire il silenzio.
Con la neve tutto si trasforma: i colori, le luci, i suoni. Nella neve puoi sentire il silenzio.
La maglia gialla è il veicolo che conduce la storia attraverso le fasi che ho vissuto, dall'epilogo col quale comincia fino alla rinascita.
In the process of this photographic study, I came to conclusion that interiors and everyday objects that belong to the tenants can be quite eloquent.
365 days are a metaphor of an infinite time, of all the possible lives that identify us, sometimes deluding ourselves and breaking into adulthood.
'Lady Snow' is a solitary journey, through the silent and snowy lands of Abruzzo. Appreciating the silence that surrounds nature and cities. Looking for our inner peace.
Kochan, una sorta di diario personale per raccontare il lungo viaggio che il protagonista compie alla scoperta della propria identità e del proprio corpo.
My life has been a long journey, Sometimes I have run, sometimes I have stopped. I have experienced moments of chaos and after each of them I have suffered internal changes.
I have asked my mother to tell me about the similarities and differences she sees in me, her and my grandmother.
Origin is about my roots and family. Seeing the simplicity of my origins gave me a feeling of deep sympathy and tenderness towards them.
In this project, the only narrative component is visual alignment between images. I took mild images where subjects are decontestualized, as in a dream.
They expose their skin, opening their sensuality to the lens, like an exposed nerve: ready for enjoyment or pain.
I think there’s a beautiful sadness resting on the faces of people travelling on the underground. A sense of melancholia that I try to capture.
The most interesting thing for me at present time is portrait photography. No wonder, because the most interesting thing for human is another human.
Par ce sujet sur les fantômes, très présents au Vietnam, j’ai aussi voulu parler de mes propres fantômes et d’un passé du Vietnam révolu avec ces guerres.
A visual expression of my journey to the motherhood: an embarrassing experience of carrying a baby in a womb and giving a birth to it.
It's a metaphor that reflects the human condition all too often forced into patterns and plaster roles and that leaves no room for imagination.
On that night, everything hugely transformed. The rain came, people rushed away, surroundings unseen, and things was left behind. Euphoria was gone in a sudden.
Another Sombre Christmas is one of my personal narratives adopting a poetic and non-linear style of storytelling through photographs alone.
Every image in this series can be seen as a «fallen leaf». We can decide what kind of «leaf» they are: beautiful, or lost, or dying.
Un piccolo racconto fotografico per raccontare la periferia a mia figlia.
Rediscovering the silvery effect of moonlight during a power outage in some part of a city.
Another Love is a visual and intimate representation of wanting to be never separated. It is about change and adapting to it after something new.
Death is the inevitable and unavoidable conclusion to life. This series is reflective of the moods after a death in my family.
One may think, how can it be that distant tragedy can come through your brain and feelings as a fact of your personal history. But I know well - it can be so.
