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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.

A darkroom story

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I lived in the outskirts of Milan. There was this man, running a local shop. Shooting weddings and other local photography activities, helping his son that was running the shop. He was a master black and white darkroom printer, worked for the Corriere Della Sera  darkroom, back in the days. Once I went with him, and just fell in love instantly. It was just "I have to do it too". It happened two times in my life, just instant connection and desire. A first true darkroom love experience. My parents now live close to his basement, and I took a picture of the building while I parked...He is dead from a while, but the gift I had that afternoon has no price.  I think often of him. I had darkrooms everywhere...sitting on a washing machine top, Garages, studios, friends homes, bathrooms... Decades after, I am close to terminate the circle and replicate the thing in my most serious darkroom . Thanks Riccardo, you were kind and good with me, a really hearth warming person. The hole at

Less is more

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It's hard to reduce. We keep being reminded of how much we should have (buy). This is fine, as long is good for you. It becomes bad when keeping adding doesn't let you think at what you really need to improve. When I am not realizing anything in photography is not because I need a new camera. But this is a process. I don't have to think of what I need to use, but on what I need to do, or where I need to be. In the meanwhile, I take pictures.  I found that reduce cameras helps for photographic freedom. Try.

It’s a painting I am watching

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These photographs are mostly a memory, it’s of a foggy place, it’s a house that you lived a long time ago in far away city… Family pictures, fragments of life. Obsession with time and with the chance to think again to what meant a lot, totally lost and free, like a bar chat with an unknown man. Like copy paper that goes slightly out of place, it reminds a past that can’t be reached exactly, missing something that I still search and that is so little to need a name to really exist. So thin it can look transparent, invisible. It’s loss, joy, escape, freedom, hope. A set of pictures like random poems that have nothing to do with each other…totally lost and free, and just for this reason every picture can be so close to each other.. It’s a painting I am watching, but something is yet to be explained. Queste fotografie sono soprattutto un ricordo, è di un luogo nebbioso, è una casa in cui hai vissuto tanto tempo fa in una città lontana ... Foto di famiglia, frammenti di vita. Ossessione pe

Fujifilm x-Photographer PART III/III final thoughts.

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 Still going into the archives. Archives are a neverending workshop for a photographer, or like Henri Cartier Bresson said about contact sheets, they are like a psychologist's notebook. :) Here I am with mu small and less significant experience reflecting on the sense of life, and analyzing my job as a photographer, now that I am facing new changes, starting out a new adventure with the Red Room place.  I have talked in the previous posts of this adventure with Fujifilm team and about how has been inspiring in many ways. I remember about it often, and pictures are a perfect connection for this. Even tough the archive literally explodes from pictures, I'll just post a couple of them here. As symbols for a memory or in other words, like I said, as a Connection to a wider perspective. There I was like in a time machine, shooting Sara for a wonderful 2 years long book project that pushed me into a wonderful friendship (photography can be a nice excuse for things like these), and