Quel che resta delle feste

I worked on this small series during the last holidays, on a cloudy and lazy afternoon when my mind was busy thinking about my childwood and those days spent at my grandmother house to celebrate Christmas. We used to eat lots of delicious meals, lots of sweets, nuts, while playing and chatting as the day was endless. That until the morning when the Christmas tree was putted back in the old closet, and everyone returned to his normal life.

Now, the remains of the holidays (Quel che resta delle feste) are these little scraps, a trace of color and joy that I still follow thinking of the past.

©2016 Flavia Catena

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Di ghiaccio e cemento – Ice and concrete

The world is going to disappear. Rain, falling down, is turning streets and walls into ice. Sun rarely appears on the frozen concentre. Ghostly rays recall memories in lovers’ hearts. Who is sitting alone on the edge of a crevice can see its bottom blue like the ocean.

A special thanks to my sweet model Virginia Tozzi!

©2015 Flavia Catena

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Città vuota

“Era la mia città, la città vuota/all’alba, piena di un mio desiderio./Ma il mio canto d’amore, il mio più vero/era per gli altri una canzone ignota.” Sandro Penna

“Città vuota”, or “Empty city” in English, is a small series I shoot last October in London at the Barbican centre, following the suggestions of Hannah Zainuddin (that I thank for being again a wonderful model), as I was looking for an urban space with a minimal, modern and at the same time potentially desolated look where to work. The Barbican has all of it and still more. Sadly that day – mainly because of my train delay – I could not explore the area as much as I would have liked, but I will be there again soon to capture what the Italian poem above (that speaks about desolation, solitude, and love) is whispering to my mind.

©2015 Flavia Catena

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Autumn leaves

“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love – that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” George Eliot

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Inés & Felix – A colorful and joyful wedding in Oxford

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!

©2015 Flavia Catena

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Poetic elegance

I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on
in the world between the covers of books,
such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,
such staggering peace, such enormous laughter,
such and so many blinding bright lights,
splashing all over the pages
in a million bits and pieces
all of which were words, words, words,
and each of which were alive forever
in its own delight and glory and oddity and light.

Note on the Art of Poetry, by Dylan Thomas

Model and make up: Thu-Linh N.

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Newborn photography session

At the beginning of November I had the pleasure to meet this lovely baby, only one day old! It was a great emotion, first because he was the first newborn I have never seen, and of course the first one I was going to photograph. That’s why I will spend these last words thanking his parents who gave me this special opportunity and the permission to share some photos of that moment on my blog, with you all. Enjoy!

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