Journal
Fragments of a creative life
Aussie days
My time in Australia was quite something, and I still hold those memories close to my heart. Above all, I cherish the letters I exchanged with my father, whom I would lose not long after returning to Europe.
Australia, 2007
My time in Australia was quite something, and I still hold those memories close to my heart. Above all, I cherish the letters I exchanged with my father, whom I would lose not long after returning to Europe.
It was an incredible period, partly because of work, but even more because of the places I discovered and the friends I made along the way. I lived and worked in both Adelaide and Sydney for the same visual effects company, Rising Sun Pictures.
Since I worked with largely the same team in both locations, I had the opportunity to get to know people well and form lasting bonds.
I have very fond memories of my years in visual effects. When you work on-site with a team, spending such long hours together, fighting "in the trenches" , you become a family. You share hours and hours at work and the good crazy moments outside of it. Australia was no different, and I still remember, the many nights spent at the pub after long days in the studio ( and memory gaps due to quite a significant amount of beer … ) or the week off with my friends who flew in from Italy exploring the Gold Coast in all its beauty.
At the same time, I treasured the quieter moments. On some weekends, I would pack a few things and my camera, and spend the entire day walking, exploring the city and its surroundings. I often got lost, but I enjoyed every minute of it.
In my experience, that's by far the best way to discover a city.
Good times.
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.
Veil of fog
Arriving on Île de Bréhat by ferry felt like being in a movie, literally.
Low banks of fog slowly revealed the coastline in all its beauty and mystery. It felt like arriving in a different world. I chose to photograph the island in black and white to better capture that mood and atmosphere.
Arriving on Île de Bréhat by ferry felt like being in a movie, literally.
Low banks of fog slowly revealed the coastline in all its beauty and mystery. It felt like arriving in a different world. I chose to photograph the island in black and white to better capture that mood and atmosphere.
The natural landscape, with its giant, almost otherworldly rock formations, contributed to creating a moment I will never forget. The silence, the solitude, and the majesty of nature were all wrapped in a beautiful yet mysterious veil of fog.
For a few hours, everything seemed suspended in time.
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.