Stasera mi son trascinato verso il Deira City Center, la prima storica mall di Dubai: con la scusa di farmi un frullato di avocado volevo smetterla di lavorare.

I templi del retail che focalizzano la vita sociale dell’Emirato mi hanno sempre lasciato indifferente, dopo poi la secchiata di anni per i quali ho abitato da queste parti, l’indifferenza si è trasformata quasi in fastidio, ma volevo anche vedere se riuscivo a scattare un paio di immagini un po’ originali senza fare molta strada, visto che sono cotto peggio di un brasato al barolo analcolico.

Ho aiutato due ragazze eritree che chiacchieravano a scattarsi una foto assieme con un iphone tempestato di lustrini d’oro, garantendomi il loro permesso per la possibilità di un paio di scatti “spontanei”. Poi mi son lasciato attrarre da un gran casino ottico creato da alcune scale mobili a specchio: di meglio oggi non riesco a fare, non ci son datteri per cammelli (traslitterazione locale e islamica del detto “non c’è trippa per gatti”) …

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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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