It has been more than fifty years since I began traveling across the world — and the seven seas — for work or for pleasure, always with a Leica M camera close at hand. The camera has never been an accessory; it has been a constant companion, a way of observing, remembering, and making sense of the places and people I encountered along the way.
I started keeping this kind of journal some time ago, not as a diary in the traditional sense, but as a space where images and words could meet. This is not a publication driven by schedules or algorithms. At times I disappear for long stretches; then, inevitably, I return with semi-regular updates. Publishing, for me, is a mirror of my state of mind and emotions. It follows my rhythm, not the other way around. You have to take it exactly as it comes.
Every photograph you see here is mine. They are fragments of a life spent moving, looking, and waiting for moments to reveal themselves — often quietly, sometimes unexpectedly. This blog is not about destinations, but about presence. About what remains when the journey slows down and the shutter finally clicks.
Pettinatura perfetta.
ahahaha sembra che ti abbiano imbalsamato…. sorry…
Prova tu a farti Milano>London>Shanghai>Singapore>Shanghai in 4 giorni, oltre a lavorare 14 ore al giorno e poi mi dici se non ti viene l’aria imbalsamata in ascensore 🙂
Io probabilmente lo sarei proprio imbalsamata…dovrebbero tirarmi di peso fuori dall’ascensore…e non mi farei una foto…. 😛
Vai a leggerti il post precedente, “hey hey, my my” del 29 giugno … Il caso mi ha fatto fotografare una frase spettacolare scritta su un vetro …
🙂 Bella. Però i ritmi sul lavoro che hai non sono molto in linea con quella frase… Io ci sarei morta da mò con quei ritmi…