I was on a bus, watching lazy out my window. This image came to me and hit me! His quiet face, a cigarette in his hand, sitting on the pavement, under a blanket even in a sunny day. I am not sure he was happy about his own condition but that scene made me think how much we are capable of feeling somewhere as Home. The couple of bottles in front of him, as a sort of table, are so in contradiction with the place – behind a car – where it is or should be unthinkable to stop and have a rest. Love definitely this image, it makes me sad but it’s just a moment and a doubt overwhelms me. Maybe his calmness isn’t just an impression of mine, maybe he feels really freer than me, sitting on that bus…
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I was walking lazy and I saw some young guys probably going to have a sea bath in a sunny day…each oh them with a bag, different brands but a very similar way of walking and joking each other. Short trousers and a t-shirt. Even the height is almost the same. This made me to think that there is an age when the most important thing is to be and feel the same as friends. Not always it is the right thing…but it would probably take some more years to give up with this idea. Now there is room just for laughs and friends, a day by the sea, a day to tell and remember.
Last carnival I had my usual walk looking for interesting masks and disguises and, sure about where to find them, I went in Piazza Navona, usual place in some days for street shows and other pleasant occasions for meeting friends and people in general. I love these occasions because it’s pretty easy to get closer to subjects and take, without any great risks, effective candid shots and streets pictures. Actually, some people, especially street artists, when get aware of you while shooting, doesn’t get angry but smile and pose…of course every hope of taking a candid shot is lost but some portraits taken in that way are very nice. Anyway, most of the times they are so engaged in arranging the stage or with some other activity, so they basically don’t care about you at all.
It was a very profitable sunday, I went back home with a good lot of sound shots. I had my usual session of postproduction for the black and white version. I hope I didn’t diminished the poetry of those moments that can seem just funny but, for me and anyway in my opinion, are a tender bridge towards some far but not forgotten ages where we could watch a puppet show by child eyes and get excited or enchanted.
This is a selection of shots taken on that day, I hope you could enjoy.
This is a shot taken near St Peter square in Rome. Walking around it’s very easy to meet priests, monks and other religious figures. But this scene catched my attention (and made me smile, I confess) for the contrast of the colors of theirs habits but, even more, why the color seemed to highlight the mood of each nun: black and gloomy on one side, white and smiling on the other side. And looking at the first one from right, I have to suppose what terrible troubles she had in mind!
Osservare le persone camminare, da soli o in coppia, lungo le rive di un fiume è talora come guardare in un’altra dimensione. Quasi come se la prossimità con il fiume, con il suo rumore induca un distacco dalla brulicante realtà che qualche metro più su si agita. A volte mi fermo a guardare l’incedere delle persone, ignare dell’altrui sguardo che si protrae su di loro. La sola postura, la posizione del corpo o il movimento sono gli unici codici che resistono alla distanza e alle minute dimensioni. I miei tre scatti raccontano un pomeriggio sul ponte.