Journal
Fragments of a creative life
Fashion shoot
A reflection on beauty, discipline, performance, and that strange theater that is Fashion.
Looking back at these photographs i took backstage during the Fashion week, what strikes me most is the presence of the models themselves. They move forward with absolute focus, immersed in their path, seemingly untouched by the noise, the crowd, and the countless phones pointed in their direction.
There is something almost mechanical in the precision of their movements: the posture, the rhythm of the walk, the control of expression. Like beautifully engineered machines, perfectly calibrated for a performance.
New York, 2009
A reflection on beauty, discipline, performance, and that strange theater that is Fashion.
Looking back at these photographs i took backstage during the Fashion week, what strikes me most is the presence of the models themselves. They move forward with absolute focus, immersed in their path, seemingly untouched by the noise, the crowd, and the countless phones pointed in their direction.
There is something almost mechanical in the precision of their movements: the posture, the rhythm of the walk, the control of expression. Like beautifully engineered machines, perfectly calibrated for a performance.
Yet I often find myself wondering, though, is what is really happening behind that mask of composure. Which thoughts occupy their minds as they walk? …. which worries, ambitions, memories, private stories that remain hidden behind the expression they have learned to hold so perfectly?
And then, as soon as the show is over, the illusion dissolves. A quick change backstage, a taxi outside and on to the next runway, where the same thing happens again. The same poise, the same carefully constructed moment of perfection.
Around them, a world of images, status, and appearances unfolds. Yet they seem to pass through it untouched, becoming, for a brief moment, something almost unreal, disciplined, and imperturbable.
People in Amsterdam
There is something about Amsterdam that keeps drawing me back. I'm in love with the city: its architecture, its canals, its art, its history, and even its food, if you know where to look.Pages from my sketchbook, improvised places
There is something about Amsterdam that keeps drawing me back. I'm in love with the city: its architecture, its canals, its art, its history, and even its food, if you know where to look.
It's not the ideal place to wander around completely mesmerized by your surroundings, as bicycles seem to fly past like rockets from every direction.
Yet for me, the simple act of getting lost in unfamiliar neighborhoods, discovering new corners, colors, and unexpected details, lies at the very heart of exploring a city.
And as someone endlessly fascinated by people, I find Amsterdam to be a paradise for street photography. Every street, every canal, every passing face seems to offer a story waiting to be captured.
Sketchbook #13
Pages from my sketchbook, practicing using various media
Pages from my sketchbook, practicing using various media
Sketchbook #235 Human forms
Pages from my sketchbook, anatomy studies
Pages from my sketchbook, old studies of human forms.
Anatomy studies from books, from Masters, combining techniques, feeding the passion that keeps me going through continuous failure and random micro successes
Organica
While I now primarily shoot in black and white, there are moments and subjects that feel inherently suited to color.
My appreciation for macro photography is reflected in this series, captured on an early wet morning in the west of France.
While I now primarily shoot in black and white, there are moments and subjects that feel inherently suited to color.
My appreciation for macro photography is reflected in this series, captured on an early wet morning in the west of France.
On one hand, I am drawn to vast spaces and monumental architecture; on the other, I find a quiet, almost invisible connection in macro work, an invitation to see natural patterns not as small details, but as entire worlds in themselves.
As an artist and designer, I cannot help but regard Mother Nature as the best of us all.
Mistero - 2 chords
A few chords and a simple arrangement to convey Mistery. I probably wrote this for another making of videos from my portfolio.
A few chords and a simple arrangement to convey Mistery. I probably wrote this for another making of videos from my portfolio.
Composed in Logic Pro - Kawai Novus NV5S - Expressive-E Osmose
Gen V - score
A few years ago i worked on a The Boys spin-off tv show called GenV. For that show i designer a character called Golden Boy.
As i’m used to doing i eventually prepared a making of with a few phases of the design process. I composed this little piece of electronic music right for it.
A few years ago i worked on a The Boys spin-off tv show called GenV. For that show i designer a character called Golden Boy.
As i’m used to doing i eventually prepared a making of with a few phases of the design process. I composed this little piece of electronic music right for it.
Composed in Logic Pro - Kawai Novus NV5S - Expressive-E Osmose
Sketchbook #157
Pages from my sketchbook, improvised places
Pages from my sketchbook, places.
Sometimes I’m lucky enough to find myself alone in a place I like, without distractions or family around. Those moments are ideal for starting a quick on-location sketch: improvised, direct, and rarely good :) or fully “finished” state (what does “finished” even mean for a sketch?).
Other times I’ll just capture the spirit of a place through a few lines and shapes, and bring a photo back to the studio to further refine — or, more honestly, to reinterpret and push it a bit further. Some of these pages also include studies from master works;
I often alternate between studying from others and drawing from observation, with the aim of absorbing what I learn and re-expressing it through my own hand. Much simpler said than done… but we’re still here.
Sketchbook #72 - Gouache and my bad brain
I think one of the main obstacles in art — at least in the way I experienced it — is the overwhelming number of tools available, and how collecting fine art materials can easily become a real addiction.
I think one of the main obstacles in art — at least in the way I experienced it — is the overwhelming number of tools available, and how collecting fine art materials can easily become a real addiction.
Experimentation is important, of course. It’s part of finding what resonates with you, discovering your preferences, and slowly developing your own visual language. But I also realized that, for me, it often became a form of procrastination.
We are constantly bombarded by advertisements and exposed online to incredible artists creating extraordinary work with every possible tool imaginable. It becomes easy to believe that by buying the same materials, somehow we might also become capable of producing the same kind of work.
That is insecurity speaking — the quiet voice convincing you that the next tool will finally unlock something in you.
For a long time, I believed it over and over again.
So I accumulated enough materials to fill an entire store, only to slowly realize how deceptive that mindset could be. Little by little, I began reducing my tools drastically and focusing instead on process, repetition, and attention.
There was also a period in the past when I experimented extensively with gouache and watercolor. These are some very old studies from life or masters — the few that, as usual, did not end up in the fireplace…. imagine the others….
Notre Dame
I still find myself stopping in front of Notre-Dame quite often. It’s something that never really becomes “familiar” in the usual sense.
I still find myself stopping in front of Notre Dame quite often.
I’m lucky to pass by it regularly, and each time it feels slightly different — the light, the atmosphere, the rhythm of the crowd moving around it.
Sometimes I just look for a moment, sometimes it turns into a quick sketch or a couple of black and white photos.
It’s one of those places that quietly pulls you in without asking for attention.
Lines, Notes, Fragments
Drawing, music and photography have always been connected in my life, even when they seemed far apart.
Drawing, music and photography have always been connected in my life, even when they seemed far apart.
Now more than ever, I feel the need for fewer tools, slower work, and more focused attention.
A pencil moving across paper.
Printed photographs in my hands.
Piano keys and synthesizers shaping the atmosphere of my journey.
Nothing can replace the physical gesture, imperfections, and a human rhythm.
I want to protect space for observation, solitude, and intentional work.
A slower process.
A more human one.
Lines, Notes, Fragments
