“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.”
– Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“For me, taking a photo has never been about the perfect focus or the perfect colors, but more about telling a story.
Maybe because I am a writer, I see the world I photograph with that same sensibility, with that same spirit of observing, with that same intensity, with that same interest in understanding how things interconnect with each other and what hides behind a simple face or portrait.
At the same time, since I am also a painter, I am fascinated by light. I play with it, sometimes using my camera like a brush rushing around on the canvas, trying to paint with light. Light can be blue and cold, or warm and red, or be transformed into nuances of orange, pink, violet…
I have always been amazed by the sky, by the clouds and how they can change in an instant, chased by the wind. They can feel heavy on your head, like in the desert of Australia or in the infinite landscape of Africa.
I have always been amazed by the magical and mystical charm of the fog, like in Venice or in San Francisco; by the power of the ocean and the waves; by the night and the stars; by the nearly shamanic presence of the moon; by the power of nature; by the intensity of a metropolitan city, where souls follow a dream or a job, believing it can be the answer to everything, or are just looking for love, hope, peace…”