She walks in the wood, bare feet and her hands open to capture the shadows of the hours which are fading away. So, like the summer, and its memories, young and cheerful. Light seems to lift her soul; her eyes rest on a far away lake, and the day is already close to its end.
My last fashion story of the summer, in collaboration with model Morgan Black, stylist Bethany Anne Kelsey and make up artist Francesca Quagliatti.
My first Fashion Editorial has been published on Kodd Magazine! I am very happy I had the chance to work with some very talented professionals on this, and I want to thank them all once again for the nice day spent together and of course for the result achieved!
“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” W.B. Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire
The more I have the chance to work with dancers, the more I fall in love with this art!
See here some of the photos taken to the talented and beautiful Stephanie Collins in a very special location: Trinity Laban Conservatoire!
“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in – what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.” Victor Hugo, Les Misérables From a visit to the Botanic gardens of Oxford with my Lomo Instant.
I met these two lovely children – brother and sister – two Sunday ago in Oxford. During the past three years, since I moved to England, I had the opportunity to photograph them other times and to see them growing up. This is for sure one of the positive aspects of working more often with the same loyal clients: that we better get to know each other, and we all together enjoy the photo shoot with a relaxed mind and an happy heart.
I took these photos some weeks ago. Anna, the model, was leaving England and I thought it would have been great to have a photo-shoot at her home. The wind was blowing and the sun close to set. I found the garden smelling of a perfect nostalgic atmosphere. I simply followed the inspiration of the moment, thinking about my life and the houses I used to live in. I always had a garden, a wild field, or a park where to hide, read, think, and enjoy the sound of the hours. I am thinking about it now – as writing this post is waking my memories up – that it’s a long time I don’t hear cicadas singing all day long. My old room, in Sicily, must resound of their songs right now.