Autumn as a second spring

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” Albert Camus

Model: Virginia Tozzi

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Mirror

“For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.” Vladimir Nabokov

Working with reflections, dreams and delusions with the sweet Marlena.

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Dreamless

I am stuck under my dreams, so down that I cannot even see them, as I used before, so far in time that I cannot touch them when they fly before my eyes. It is still night when the sun rises. Behind the eyelids a shadow swings and guides my body ahead.

©2017 Flavia Catena

Model: Mariarita A.

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Geometries

When I feel restless, when my days run too fast and I have not enough time to dream and to live, I look for a place and a though where everything may return to order. Wherever I find lines, geometries and minimalism, I can start breathing again.

This photo shoot was realised in order to explore the potential – speaking about composition – of a tennis court, as first done last year with my “Tennis court loneliness” series. Thanks a lot to my lovely and talented friend Dovile Ciapaité for helping me to create the photos below!

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Hula hoops

“Making up for lost time?”
“Yes,” I say.
“A lot of things were stolen from my childhood. Lots of important things. And now I have to get them back.” Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the shore

Thanks a lot to Amy Hunter for modelling again for me, and for wearing two beautiful pinafores she designed and made!

©2016 Flavia Catena

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Awakening

“I called the world of phenomena an illusion, I called my eyes and my tongue and accident, valueless phenomena. No, that is all over; I have awakened, I have really awakened and have just been born today.” Siddhartha, Hermann Hesse

Thanks a lot to Travis S C-Knight, dancer for Wayne McGregor, who trusted my ideas and used is great talent to work with me on this project!

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Hop hop hopscotch

“Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.” F. Scott Fitzgerald

It might be that summer is close and with it my desire to go home, but childhood memories act sometimes as ghosts I cannot really escape from. Here is another series where I try to show that, with the help of the lovely Ophélie.

©2016 Flavia Catena

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I will protect you

“What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.” Chuck Palahniuk

Photos from an early spring photo shoot with the sweet Ophélie C.

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To be silent, to be alone

We are heavy, suffocated by layers of thoughts, fears, regrets. We are cold, despite all those layers; our cheeks are red, our hands are frozen. We are unable to walk, we see the mud and not the lake.

Model: Maria Christina D.

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In the night I remember

I remember the time I started searching for another world, and a new soul appeared from the shadows. I remember walking towards the storm, and looking at the lighthouse in front of me. That before realising I was at the end of a blind alley. Now here I am, still searching, exploring around.

Model: Sara R.

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