Dove una spiaggia e uno scivolo

“Quando il bambino era bambino,
non sapeva di essere un bambino,
per lui tutto aveva un’anima
e tutte le anime erano un tutt’uno.” dalla poesia Elogio dell’infanzia di Peter Handke

Model: Virginia Tozzi, wearing Zara

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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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Playground – Shadows of my youth

E poi un giorno li ritrovò deserti, il prato, lo scivolo, l’altalena. Le ombre del passato si allungavano al loro fianco, i ricordi dell’infanzia erano pronti ad evaporare. Così decise di accompagnarli nella loro partenza, stendendosi accanto ad essi, toccandoli un’ultima volta con mano, assecondando il vento e la luce.

Model: Samantha Flanakin

©2015 Flavia Catena

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Old memories – The grandmother’s garret

One week ago I went back to Italy, and I visited my grandmother first. She is 95 years old now, and she is still spending the summer in her old house close to the seaside. I spent there one night with her and my parents, and the day after I woke up thinking to go to the garret and to photograph the place where the child I was loved to hide and looked at the sky. Here are the photos I took. I see them like a page of a private diary, of my private memory.

©2014 Flavia Catena

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