Italians

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Sabato ho pranzato da Claudio. Seduto a tavola con la sua famiglia e amici, ci siamo fatti un timballo di riso, del roast-beef e verdure gratinate, bevendoci sopra del succo d’uva fermentato in Toscana che si riesce a trovare anche da queste parti.

L’idea era quella di andare a fare qualche foto, ma la tavola e la conversazione poi hanno preso un divertente sopravvento: “Italians, they’re all about food and talks!“.

Foto? Beh, alla fine ci siamo trascinati sul Creek, e abbiamo preso la barca che attraversa il braccio di mare fino all’Old Souq di Deira …

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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.

10 Comment on “Italians”

  1. gigi 9 March 2015 at 8:38 AM

    salutamelo…

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  2. Di 9 March 2015 at 10:07 AM

    Seems not foolish … for people to be ‘all about food and talks’. My coffee machine is making the most revolting coffee. I would discard it but it’s still so much better than what can be found here in Anversa I am missing Genova and good espresso. Belgians are much much much quieter than Italians and therefore, I can confirm, I am also missing the conversations I hear down on Via Ravecca when staying there. Enjoy your people, the food and the noise of it all 🙂
    Although, from the little I know of you, I’m sure you are

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    1. Maurizio Vagnozzi 9 March 2015 at 11:04 AM

      You should have the lot traditional moca machine and some good Illy coffee: we need to upgrade you on this!
      You are right, sitting, having food, talking, drinking a good glass of red wine makes somehow the Renaissance time still to be with us, crazy Italians: and, rest assured, I’m enjoying that everywhere in the word!

      Hugs!

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      1. Di 9 March 2015 at 11:45 AM

        Absolutely imagined you would be enjoying. You a gift, Maurizio 🙂

  3. The Master Of Cook 9 March 2015 at 10:46 AM

    In barca dopo un pranzo abbondante… non so se ce l’avrei fatta.
    Solitamente mi spiaggio su un divano ed evito movimenti lenti e oscillatori.. eh eh eh

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    1. Maurizio Vagnozzi 9 March 2015 at 11:05 AM

      Digestione presa con cautela, eh? 🙂

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  4. Di 9 March 2015 at 12:48 PM

    Damn, meant to write, ‘you have a gift’.

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