Era il pomeriggio del 27 Agosto 1991 quando, a Seattle, per la prima volta una radio mandò in onda “l’ambigua sequenza disarmonica” di un riff di chitarra che in poche settimane sarebbe diventato un successo planetario, lanciando il disagio esistenziale di un gruppo di ragazzi, ma, soprattutto, del loro chitarrista e lead vocalist.

Load up on guns, bring your friends / It’s fun to lose and to pretend / She’s overboard and self-assured / Oh, no, I know a dirty word.

Un testo quasi impossibile da comprendere, sia per la voce gutturale e distorta del cantante, sia per l’assoluto non-senso delle parole. Nel video, girato in una semioscurità, nella nebbia all’interno di una palestra, accompagnato da balli di alcune cheerleaders con il simbolo dell’A anarchica sulla divisa, il cantante coperto dai capelli e illuminato da un faro, prosegue con una strofa ossessiva.

Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low / Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low / Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low.

Il cantante, 3 anni dopo, il 5 Aprile 1994, si mise un fucile in bocca facendosi esplodere il cervello. Era Kurt Cobain. Erano i Nirvana.

Dieci anni dopo mi son messo in macchina e ho attraversato la Penisola Arabica, continuando ossessivamente ad ascoltare la stessa musica per ore, e scattando queste immagini …


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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.

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