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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Sunday in the cottage

“And suddenly I am washed over by a wave of happiness for it, for my little story, because it is a place, a home even, and I can go back to it from wherever I am”. David Grossman, Her body knows

Photos from a winter photo shoot with Virginia Tozzi.

©2016 Flavia Catena

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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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Friends – A walk in the field of our memories

I won’t start this blog post saying how much friendship is important, and how redeeming, especially for those who live far from their country, and have all their best friends miles away from them. The three girls I photographed in a spring sunny morning belong to that group of friends separated by land and sea; but what’s nice of them is that they always find the time to be together, despite the distance (Italy-England). This photo shoot is a proof of their bond, and the evident empathy of their common memories and future wishes.

Thanks to Livia, Stefania and Virginia for sharing this with me!

©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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Hiding myself and seeking you

“And in the midst of this wide quietness

A rosy sanctuary will I dress

With the wreathed trellis of a working brain,

With buds, and bells, and stars without a name”. From “Ode to Psyche”, John Keats

I thank so much Federica, my model, for collaborating with me on this project.

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