Short story of a scarecrow

“All the same” said the Scarecrow, “I shall ask for brains instead of a heart; for a fool would not know what to do with a heart if he had one.”
“I shall take the heart,” returned the Tin Woodman, “for brains do not make one happy, and happiness is the best thing in the world.” L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

Another collaboration with performer and artist Donna Han who created this beautiful scarecrow mask.

©2017 Flavia Catena

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Apollineum

Today I want to share with you a selection of images from a fashion photo-shoot done with the very talented and lovely Travis S C-Knight and James Pett, both dancers at the Wayne McGregor Company. It is always a pleasure to work with such nice people and artists, and it was very inspiring, in this case, to play both as a photographer and as a stylist. We had fun, despite the cold of the day, and I think we ended up with some nice photos. But I leave you judge this. I can’t wait to work again with these two! Thank you for all you have beautifully done, guys!

©2016 Flavia Catena

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Wardrobe: COS, Reiss, Jaqueline, Zara, United Colour of Benetton, H&M, Dolce & Gabbana,
Tezenis, Massimo Dutti, Stafford, Boombogie, vintage clothes

 

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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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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Di ghiaccio e cemento – Ice and concrete

The world is going to disappear. Rain, falling down, is turning streets and walls into ice. Sun rarely appears on the frozen concentre. Ghostly rays recall memories in lovers’ hearts. Who is sitting alone on the edge of a crevice can see its bottom blue like the ocean.

A special thanks to my sweet model Virginia Tozzi!

©2015 Flavia Catena

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Arbor

When I was a child I spent hours playing and reading next to an old tree of my parents’ garden. That place had something magic for me; the shadow cast by the leaves in those summery afternoons felt me protected. It was like being embraced by a grandfather, and I did not know any of my grandfathers. That’s why trees are an essential presence in my photographs. Here again I want to celebrate their strong and protecting beauty.

Model: Anna Wrobel

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Irma

She was walking on a silent path, in the forest. Spring still looked so far from there. Arid bushes, bare trees; a thorn hunted her hand as she tried to pick a blossom up from a branch. The light of the clouds made her eyes almost cry, and yet it was close to rain. When the wind raised and everything around started to shake and swing, she stopped for a moment. There were rabbits running to their burrows, birds flying to their high builded nests; she looked at them and smiled. It was the time to take a breath and to wait for the end of the storm.

Thanks a lot to my model Irma Benitez.

©2015 Flavia Catena

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