Dante, Leonardo and the Medici.
It’s been so beautiful visiting and spending time in Florence, that wait to write a blog and share the photos I took there, it’s a pity.
Worldwide Florence is considered an amazing place full of art and history and young artists come from everywhere to study or just to admire the beauty of it. Nothing truer than that. Since we arrive in our gorgeous hotel literally 1-minute walk from Piazza della Signoria, you get captured by the details, the art and the beauty of the old building. Palazzi as we calling them in Italy. It sounds better than just building.
Every street is crowded. People everywhere taking pictures, selfies, eating massive panini (we call it panino because is just one. Panini in my language is plural just to let the English reader acknowledge this fact. Joke) and licking beautiful, delicious ice cream enjoying the beautiful sun that broke the doggy weather of this year’s Easter holiday. You can walk everywhere and there is always something to frame and admire.
From the Ponte Vecchio on the river Arno, Palazzo Pitti and the gorgeous Giardini dei Boboli where you can enjoy a stunning view of the Città Vecchia (the historic city centre), the Duomo that to my eyes is the most beautiful cathedral I ever saw with an amazing combination of white, green and pastel pink marbles. Everything talked about art, smelled of history and I can imagine all those amazing artists that walked here through the centuries getting inspired by all this beauty.
People always taking picture of Nettuno from the front so I did the back too. I’m sure Bartolomeo Ammannati worked hard on the front as well as the back! Hope you enjoying it!
3 days aren’t enough for Florence considering that we also visited Camaiore, Pietrasanta and the sea that it takes just 1-hour drive from Florence. The magic of Florance and Tuscany spread to the whole region. If you want to have a good time and get lost in art and beauty I can suggest it. I Hope you will enjoy the photos as I hope you enjoyed this slightly longer story!
Dante, Leonardo e i Medici..
Visitare Firenze é stato emozionante, meraviglioso e pensare di dover aspettare a scrivere il blog mi sembrava un vero e proprio delitto. Firenze é considerata nel mondo una città meravigliosa piena di arte e di storia tanto é vero che giovani aspiranti artisti da tutto il mondo decidono di completare i loro studi proprio nella città dei Medici. Dal momento in cui siamo arrivati al nostro centralissimo albergo a due passi da piazza della signoria sei subito circondato dalla bellezza, dai dettagli dei palazzi antichi.
Le vie erano affollate di persone a scattare fotografie e selfies, mangiando mostruosi e gustosi panini locali e gelati in un soleggiato weekend a spezzare la monotonia del clima un pò pazzo delle vacanze pasquali.
Visitiamo il Ponte Vecchio sul fiume Arno, Palazzo Pitti e i meravigliosi Giardini dei Boboli da dove si gusta una meravigliosa vista della Città Vecchia, il Duomo che ritengo il più bello che abbia mai visto. Quel accostamento di marmo bianco, verde e rosa pastello é semplicemente meraviglioso. Ogni angolo, ogni dove parla d’arte, profuma di storia e non fatico ad immaginare come gli artisti passati per queste vie siano stati inspirati da tutte queste meraviglie nel corso dei secoli.
Siccome sono sicuro che Bartolomeo Ammannati ha lavorato duramente su entrambi i lati della statua di Nettuno ho deciso di fotografarli entrambi anche perché la gente si sofferma sempre e solo al fronte delle statue. Vi piace?
3 giorni non sono a sufficienza per visitare Firenze sopratutto considerando che abbiamo anche visitato Camaiore, Pietrasanta e i loro lidi che distano non più di un’ora di strada dalla città. La magia di Firenze e della Toscana infatti si espande a tutta la regione. Beh noi italiani conosciamo la bellezza del nostro paese (qui il post finisce diversamente dalla versione inglese) e se non siete stati ancora a Firenze o se come me avete aspettato 40 anni, non perdete tempo e andateci perché non ve ne pentirete. Buona visione.
A different Journey.
I’ve been quite absent from the blog and my stories and I missed look back at my unpublished pictures from my last few months and now, few days before Easter, I’m going to publish photos I took at Christmas time. They come from a different time I’m used to be in London as I was travelling back to Italy and so, on Saturday just before the days of celebration, I decided to take some extra time to get at the airport and walk in the early afternoon from London Bridge to Liverpool Streets stations. I’m not used having people around me when I’m shooting but it’s been really fun trying to think in advance how I could get some of them in it. With these long days and with more light throughout the afternoon, I might change my routine and to be completely honest sunrise it’s really early now! So please sit back and relax, enjoy the photos and let me know what do you think! Looking forward to hearing from you guys.
Un tragitto diverso tanto per cambiare..
É un pò di tempo che per diversi motivi sono stato distante dal mio blog e mi é mancato non poter guardare, selezionare e scrivere storie delle mie foto non ancora pubblicate, e così a qualche giorno dalla Pasqua andiamo indietro fino al Natale dello scorso anno. Di rientro in Italia per le vacanze natalizie, decido di fare un giro nel primo pomeriggio in un momento della giornata a cui non sono abituato, partendo da London Bridge fino ad arrivare a Liverpool Street. Avere persone attorno a me mentre fotografo é abbastanza inusuale per le mie abitudini ma devo ammettere che é stato anche interessante cercare di pensare in anticipo come usarle a mio piacimento. Le ore di luce sono aumentate ora e quindi mi divertirò a cambiare per un pò la mia routine fotografica alla scoperta della città in situazione diverse dal solito. Ora sedetevi e rilassatevi guardando le prossime fotografia e fatemi sapere cosa ne pensate. Vi aspetto!
I’m coming home today.
Ihave been waiting for this post for a while. As an Italian creative living in London I’m travelling back to Italy quite a lot and although the whole journey gets you too tired, at the same time for a photographer is interesting as you can come across too many people, tourist and fellow Italians and you can’t stop to laugh at their behaviour.
Since I left Italy one of my favourite movies is Love Actually as I feel I belong to all those people gathering with their family and relatives and make me realise I want to write a post or project about it.
I love going home and it’s the occasion to capture those moments, those people and their joy and sadness, people on their own, families, commuters, airports and trains employees and the craziness they have to cope every single day because of us. I laugh a lot looking all those funny and crazy situations and gosh god bless them.
Airports aren’t always busy. Sometimes you can capture the emptiness at bars, along the corridors to the gate, at the shops and at the waiting lounge. When is busy everything change, people go mad, screaming what they believe are their rights and there at the end, your flight will be delay and did happen many times. And when you there, standing in the cue witnessing to those moments you thinking: I’m already home. I’m already in that crazy, beautiful place called Italy.
Casa. Sto arrivando..
É da un pò che ho in mente di scrivere questo post. Essendo un creativo che vive a Londra mi ritrovo spesso a rientrare in Italia e anche se é stancante allo stesso tempo é interessante per un fotografo come me spostarti spesso ed incontrare durante il proprio viaggio tante diverse persone, turisti e compaesani e divertirsi a guardare i loro comportamenti a volti quasi ridicoli.
Love Actually é uno dei miei film preferiti da quando mi sono trasferito proprio perché mi sento parte di quella parte di mondo che viaggia per raggiungere la propria famiglia e famigliari e proprio per questo tempo fa ho pensato a questo post.
Adoro tornare a casa ed oltretutto é anche l’occasione per divertirmi a catturare le emozioni, i momenti di tristezza, solitari, famiglie e dipendenti degli aeroporti e delle ferrovie che devono sopportare la pazzia dei viaggiatori ogni giorno. Poveri loro.
Il bello degli aeroporti é che non sono sempre pieni e invasi di pazzia. A volte sono calmi e vuoti e puoi catturare momenti di tranquillità ai bar, lungo i corridoi che portano ai gate, nei negozi e nei lounge. Al contrario quando é pieno tutto cambia completamente. Gente che urla e diventa matta e che vuole avere ragione a tutti i costi e litiga animatamente e così il tuo volo spesso ritarda, però é divertente essere lì in coda e pensare: sono già a casa. Sono già nel mio pazzo ma bellissimo paese chiamato Italia.
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Was a nice sunny day out in the park with colleagues back in October just to make you realise how behind I’m with my posts or how much I’m shooting since I’ve got my Moment Lens.
It wasn’t cold yet but someone had the nice idea to leave a wool cap for someone in need or they thought the pool might need.
It’s been interesting looking for texture and natural pattern and then to move back to the mill and frame some nice moment of older volunteer of this beautiful site tiding up.
The weather was nice that the place was full of people, mothers with their kids with bicycles moving fast and crazy all around the park.
At the end of the day people start to leave the place watched by a pigeon couple checking around that humans didn’t ruin the greens given by Mother Nature. Continue reading
A story, it’s the view that the writer wants to share with the reader, but what’s making a story special isn’t just the inner reaction you get out of them, but for me how a story can be re-imagined from your audience while they are going through your words.
An early morning can start with a newspaper on your front door to go through yesterday news with a warm and a smoky cup of coffee on your kitchen table. Or someone has left it the night before from some Londoner commuter, on their way back home stuck in a gate.
Walking up and down London streets allows you to create your stories. Someone just wakes up to have breakfast and someone is going home after a long night or just after an early walk like me.
Or maybe she went out to get fruits and vegetables at the local market, but it was too early.I’m walking on my way from London Bridge to Waterloo and fortunately, I’m not driving low in fuel. I’m not sure this pump would help but for sure it makes me feel in the eighties and on the other side of the road I can see the big hope, the big dream because in this mad world, fortunately, there are people believing things can change.20 could be just a number. For someone, it’s an important date, for others it’s a reminder and for was a great coincidence. Maybe I wasn’t the only one that notices it, especially with those giant pairs of glasses. For, sure the master chef didn’t as it was so busy and concentrated on his job. Ok, my imagination is going further now.But it’s time go back home. Someone is taking a call. Could be a friend, a wife, a boyfriend who knows. I’m waiting for my next train to Victoria and I’m wondering what are they thinking. They are strangers to each other, but they can be friends that just had a fight and now are upset with each other. You make your own story while you read this new post and if you are new to my website, please let me say.
I’m so late in writing my posts then now deep into the autumn it’s a good thing to remember those hot days in the sun in South France. Menton has been my holiday place for the last 20 years and even if is not Italy we love it.
I was waiting for my delayed flight as if is something new, and while I was having dinner, I was a thinking being at the airport is always such a fun moment. People phoning all the time. I have been a witness of an Italian family of 3 all down into their phone whiteout sharing a word for at least 20 minutes.
I’m thinking of a project thinking about it. So much to do!!!
I love Black and White as you all know but there are colours to share to in this post. I hope you enjoy them.
If you missed my last blog post Sometimes a photo is all about luck. What do you think? I don’t!. Feel free to catch up.
It’s not a secret anymore that I much prefer London early in the morning when people aren’t around, at least just a few, then during the day or fun young nights.
It’s so much enjoyable walk around when nobody around and gets to know places of this wonderful city with a different light. And I don’t just mean the actual morning daylight. When you are on your own, you have the time to look and think without the stress of people might get impressed in your shoot and when it happened it’s just because you wanted them to be in there.
You can appreciate shop’s window display with their fancy dress and shoes but more than that you can enjoy some superb piece of art. Handwriting painted text design wonderful motives or something different like shadows imprinting themselves on white walls …
… Sometimes when you look for your next shot you end up playing hide and seek with your next subject. You see something. You move left and right, choosing the right view, up and down on your knees and there you are with something fun and with character. But you keep moving on because there is a lot to do and explore on the street. Everything changes. You are now back in the fifties with all these washing machines starving and in need to do their job
… Keep walking and you and as deeper than you can get you ended up finding a rough corner you wouldn’t expect to be there. Especially if you are in Zone 1. But you keep looking around you and unfortunately, some business didn’t go really well, and they had to shout down the place and it seems to be in a hurry leaving there all the furniture …
… Someone left the car like that …
… And you keep exploring the world around you. Hey you what are you looking at! …
… Taking a photo isn’t a science, who has the biggest camera or to get every single pixel in a shoot. Personally, if I did that, then I failed as an artist, as a dreamer …
… This one seems to be real luck! Sometimes is all about luck. What do you think?
If you missed my previous blog post you can read it here. Back to the … let’s catch up about June
I started to ask myself this question many years ago when photography started to be a real deep love for me. My journey went from film to digital and now to mobile and who knows what else in the future as at this point of technology I don’t know where we will be. But this is not the point of this post. The question is simple. Why do we love photography? What makes this beautiful art so special?We are living in a society that believes it’s really important to have thousands of followers, that influencers are teaching you how to live, dress and anything else you can think of. In photography, there are so many redundant photos, styles and it seems to me that everyone or at least a lot of us is looking to achieve someone else style. I might be the worst, simple, boring photographer or artist in the world considering what you get on Instagram but I do realise at some point that I don’t care at all. I love photography because no one is telling me what to do.
I love photography because I’m not obsessed with copying anyone.
I love photography because I just love to press the button when I see something that makes me feel good. And I love photography now more than ever because I win the battle against the boring argument about who has the biggest camera in the bag. Who has the best lens, the best accessories. I have already the best accessories available. My eyes, my brain and my heart that make me see fractions of life, landscape and moments around me and I use my phone to frame them in a photo that someone maybe like or maybe not.
At the end I just love photography.
Hope you will enjoy some photos From Italy.