Journal
Fragments of a creative life
Amsterdam Central - silhouettes
Some moments feel almost choreographed.
Some moments feel almost choreographed.
A hand in a pocket. A look at the phone. Someone waiting, frozen.
Perfectly ordinary, yet impossible to direct.
They exist for a fraction of a second before disappearing into the flow of the station.
I see this in slow motion
A Man - story of music
A few frames from a film set.
as usual my camera was with me, so I tried to capture quieter moments,
actors getting ready, details of the set, fragments of the day,
almost like a colorful storyboard… a story within the story
A few frames from a film set.
as usual my camera was with me, so I tried to capture quieter moments,
actors getting ready, details of the set, fragments of the day,
almost like a colorful storyboard… a story within the story
My Streets
Visual diary of presence, transition, and observation across the city.
Same places, different stories..
Visual diary of presence, transition, and observation across the city.
Same places, different stories..
My streets.
La stanza vuota
Some places never forget.
Some places never forget.
The objects remain, marks of your hands.
The silence remains.
That silence still speak of you.
The Empty Room