The sky is turning grey, no one on the beach, silent boats fill the horizon. I wear a summer dress, my wavy hair smells of sand, and my bag is full of shells and pumice stones. There is a house, an abandoned one, where only sky and wind have access; the roof fell down, and a tree is growing where the bedroom was. I would like to walk close to it, and to take better photos, but the barbed wire does not allow me. A white horse seems to watch the house with his dark and nostalgic eyes. When I step towards him, he looks at the camera and asks for a caress. I would ask him to bring me to the hill, and wait together for the rain to sing among the trees.
It is time to go back to our childhood memories with the moving and romantic story of “Le Petit Prince”! But instead of looking for the old book we probably left in the dusty grandma attic, this time we can follow the Prince’s adventures on the stage!
I took the photos you can see below from The New French Play in Oxford: Le Petit Prince, performed in May 2016 at LMH Simpkins Lee Theatre and directed by the talented Elsa Perault and Rebecca Wood. In the cast: Alexander Bridges, Caitlin Jones, Danielle Green, Georgia Crump, Heather Barr, Krishmeela Rittoo, Lydie Sheehan, Martina Kavanová, Niccolo Pescetelli, Serena Yagoub, Serin Gioan, Zoë Sandford.
Here I am, finally back, after a long month (oh wow, having a look at the calendar, actually I should say two months!) of editing my clients’ photographs and working on personal projects (lots to come).
Today I want to show you a selection of pictures from Inés and Felix’s wedding. It was really a great day, from the morning when I captured the laughs and the excitement of Inés, her bridesmaids and parents, to the ceremony of course (some sweet tears were dropping down), and to the reception at the Cherwell Boathouse in Oxford. Trees’ leaves were already turning to red and yellow, Inés and Felix surprised everybody arriving to the restaurant by punt and were welcomed by a deluge of pink petals, friends and families coming from all over Europe, a big fabric heart with their name on it, and then cakes, cakes again and English tea. This without mentioning romantic decorations, live music and all that contagious happiness.
Thank you Inés and Felix for letting me be part of it, and again congratulations!
I met Thu-Linh and Guillaume for the first time here in Oxford two years ago (writing it down, it sounds really a long time!), a few months after moving to England, and I often worked with them on separated projects (we also shared yummy meals from time to time!). So, I was pretty excited when they asked me to take photos to both of them in the city centre of Oxford. They wanted a last memory of the city to treasure once in the capital, and I could not agree more with their idea. Here is the result of our photo shoot done last July in a very cold morning. Just another little note: Thu-Linh sewed the dress she wore that day, and I think she did a great job! Don’t you?
“Curious,’ the Prince continued, after a deep silence, ‘is it possible never to have known something, never to have missed it in its absence – and a few moments later to live in and for that single experience alone? Can a single moment make a man so different from himself? It would be just as impossible for me to return to the joys and wishes of yesterday morning as it would for me to return to the games of childhood, now that I have seen that object, now that her image dwells here – and I have this living, overpowering feeling within me: from now on you can love nothing other than her, and in this world nothing else will ever have any effect on you.” Friedrich Schiller
That day was perfect for a punting tour! Congratulations again Ruta and Karlos and thank you for being so sweet and spontaneous!
“Molteplice e vario come l’anima umana è il dono di vedere e capire un paese straniero. L’uno è tormentato da una inestinguibile brama di lontananze, da un bisogno di vedere e conoscere il mondo in tutte le sue varie bellezze e i suoi intrecci, l’altro cerca l’elemento straordinario, la sensazione, altri i colori e le impressioni violente, altri infine la calma e la tranquillità di una vita assolutamente uniforme. Meno di tutti vedono e sentono quelli che viaggiano per abitudine.” Börje Sandberg
Photographs from a street fashion photo shoot with the young fashion designer Amy Hunter (she made the beautiful vintage coat you can see in all the images). Follow her blog at: http://icecreamhabitblog.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/please-dont-ask-me-for-directions-im.html
Today it’s one of those “nostalgic days” I often live when I have enough time to think about the past. The day I took these photos was one of those too, so I decided to speak – through images – about that long, silent, emotional travel that brings souls everywhere and nowhere, the kind of travel everyone is scared of. And the end of a poem came back to my mind (sorry, but it is an Italian one):
“E ora, che ne sarà
del mio viaggio?
Troppo accuratamente l’ho studiato
senza saperne nulla. Un imprevisto
è la sola speranza. Ma mi dicono
che è una stoltezza dirselo.”
I took these photos some weeks ago. Anna, the model, was leaving England and I thought it would have been great to have a photo-shoot at her home. The wind was blowing and the sun close to set. I found the garden smelling of a perfect nostalgic atmosphere. I simply followed the inspiration of the moment, thinking about my life and the houses I used to live in. I always had a garden, a wild field, or a park where to hide, read, think, and enjoy the sound of the hours. I am thinking about it now – as writing this post is waking my memories up – that it’s a long time I don’t hear cicadas singing all day long. My old room, in Sicily, must resound of their songs right now.
She was walking on a silent path, in the forest. Spring still looked so far from there. Arid bushes, bare trees; a thorn hunted her hand as she tried to pick a blossom up from a branch. The light of the clouds made her eyes almost cry, and yet it was close to rain. When the wind raised and everything around started to shake and swing, she stopped for a moment. There were rabbits running to their burrows, birds flying to their high builded nests; she looked at them and smiled. It was the time to take a breath and to wait for the end of the storm.