It is now three years since I met Neil, quite soon after moving to Oxford. It was one of my first models here in England, and he helped me so much with getting confidence in myself and in the work I am doing. I was then happy to photograph him again, after a long time, this spring. Here are some of the photos we took in his apartment, under the supervision of his playful snake Patrick (see the picture below!).
A few weeks ago I photographed Athena, an Italian ballerina and researcher I have met thanks to friends in common, in Oxford. Discussing about the photo shoot, we were thinking to divide the session in a way to have pictures taken both in town and in a park. Unfortunately, the weather was not collaborative, so we had to change plan and to shoot in some covered areas found around. Here is the result of our effords! Despite the rain, it was really a pleasure to work with such a lovely girl!
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.
The past never stops to grow up inside, to scream, to put its echoes in people’s minds. It is heavy; it stays attached to the hair, pulling it badly. Searching for another life, the cut is often a necessity.
“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
Months ago I had this great photo-shoot with my friend Thu-Linh – an affectionate model of mine too – and her mum who came from France for a short visit. Considering the poor weather, we agreed to take photos indoor, using a simple backdrop and the light pouring in from a window. Nothing simpler, yet exquisite and fascinating. Not just the images captured me as soon as I looked at them on the screen of my camera, but the emotions of a mum and her daughter that clear were coming out from the shelter of the background. That was precious, and I thank Thu-Linh and May for sharing their sweetness, glee, and their feelings with me.
No, you are not going to see a lovely model posing in a nice outdoor location, this time, but… cats! They are special cats, because they live all together in a refined café in London. It is the first café of this kind opened in town, and since it was inaugurated last year, I tried in vain to book a table (booking is mandatory to have access to the café). Finally, on December, I was able to find an available date and last Saturday I happily traveled to London with my love for this unusual but exciting afternoon tea (should I also add purrfect to the list?). The experience was nice, but not quite what I expected. Cats are adorable, of course, and smart, but they are not that sociable and it seems they don’t like so much being pet, which is understandable because of all the guests who visit the café every day. Many of them prefer sleeping on the shelves and beddings arranged all around the walls for their amusement and relax. Maybe I was naive imaging myself surrounded by cats calling my attention! Only a black and white 5 month old kitty played with me a little. For the rest of the time, I just enjoyed taking some shoots, eating a delicious mandarin and chocolate cake, and listening to the cats snoring.