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A little photography cave

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It's a little cave, it's my photography cave. It's been made for being able to meet, create. It used to be an abandoned basement, it can't be seen from the busy streets outside. Walls are rough, the phone line hardly works when I'm under there. But is a beautiful dimension, I can hide there and just dedicate to what I wish to do. It's hope and ecstasy machine.  This was today, working on "map"

a chance

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 Divide time that was already gone in two parts, then in half exactly, doing it again and again…until it was so little that I was no more afraid of it. Like a hermit diary, with a private alphabet and language. Traffic light went from red to green and backward all day long, I switched music on and forgot about everything. When I came home I noticed the the leaves were starting to fall. An appetite for life. Today. Photography so I can have a chance to think, again.

looking for something magic

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I watch the streets from my window The urge of going down the streets Clocks, tight jeans, fast cars angels and dark flowers Sunglasses in the sun and jogging clerks Lipsticks and automatic teller machines Life goes on despite newspaper titles The time for a roll change to think about it all (me) again Contacts for going through the fascination again during rainy days & harder days.. Days, months, years spent in the same way wandering the streets looking for something magic to happen.

Snapshots

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 Continued from " Days of the king "... When I look at my contact sheet it’s evident how much is more of an instinctive reaction rather than anything else, but snapshot after snapshot a meaning starts to emerge. A more handy camera as possible for a fast and instant reaction to a feeling, or to the fragment of a memory. A cooperation between man and camera, trying to see like a camera does. Not a definite kind of photography, not a genre, but a full reproduction of whatever comes in front of me, like every man sees everyday life. If you lose the energy of a city composed by so many different perspectives and find yourself in a claustrophobic system there’s no other way than walking around and try to get it back. In this sense and perspective these are pictures that can’t find home and just keep wandering around like lost souls between heaven and fire, confused like bar stories, surprised and free. Until they’ll find home I will keep wandering and searching like a lost cat. Ev

Paolo, on time and timings.

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 t's mostly about time, or timings. When someone disappears suddenly, you can't avoid to think at what you postponed, delayed. You realize after what was precious and you missed. Frienship, chances, connections. There was something real that we postponed way too much, now is too late and I can't help but being sorry and stupid. Here we was in Lubiana years ago, you looking at the local mountains around and then holding a book. Ironically, the title is "hold still, keep going", photography reveals after, with time, everytime. Photographs are keys.

Stopping

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Stopping doing, stopping creating new pictures.  In the last months I have been forced to take a break from the act of keeping create new camera works. This was due first to the pandemic situation, then to an amount of necessary work to fix the job situation, invent new things that ended up in the building of the red room. adventure . As this may seem (and in some way is) hard and difficult, it's a good exercise to do here and then. Just stop, observe what you have done and take time to create something out of it.  Make editing and small prints collection, book dummies, any kind of project. Give a sense, finalize. Now that I am back in the act of starting to print again my work I am free from the urge of having to absolutely do something new, but rather in finalize what's already done. May seem obvious but I am finding observing as fun as shooting, the frame counter of my camera is at 24 now, and it's been in for a couple of weeks, while the enlargers are working more than

Red room, piccola storia di una camera oscura a Milano

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 Ieri, con il video gentilmente girato da NewOldCamera  parte in maniera diciamo "ufficiale" questa avventura. Ora che inizia davvero può essere divertente guardare un attimo indietro, voltare la testa solo per un secondo. Una cantina abbandonata, che nessuno voleva più, mesi e mesi di schiena spaccata e tempo che non bastava mai, e senza abbastanza competenze per farcela al primo tentativo, ma con la consapevolezza che ovunque ci possa essere qualche potenzialità. Un idea: far nascere una camera oscura a Milano  per il trattamento dei negativi bianconero  ma anche per molte altre attività. Un sogno che coltivavo da troppo tempo, e di cui per altrettanto troppo tempo ho solo parlato, ed eccoci qui, con un tantino di incoscienza... Potete trovare qui le info sul progetto   ma vale la pena gettare uno sguardo su alcune foto "storiche" di tutta questa avventura...da una vecchia cantina ad un luogo dove si potrà creare... Primo sguardo... Iniziando a liberare... Non ho

An open state of mind

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It's not about taking some free time now and then. Is more about building a space (a mental space) where things may happen, even in photography. Where "when" is not anymore a fucking google calendar problem. This is what I'm working in the last two years. Building back from the scratch a profession where you end the endless run, develop an awareness of how precious is time (in life, not only for delivery an assignment to a client) and realize a lifestyle that leaves at least a fraction of time for knowing that you will not (no more) keeping postponing your free time, your walks, your vision. So that the vision itself doesn't get arid and chances to survive a difficult profession may happen. I got a taste of this during hours between two assignments, free time to wander the streets. It used to be like this for years, then it stopped. My plan is going to start at the end of this month. Time is the key. don't be sucked in.