before the PLUNGE

January 25, 2011 Leave a comment

I always knew that walking on the balcony’s edge wasn’t exactly my cup of tea. What would I say, too edgy, as said, and I’m a pretty conservative guy when it comes to adventures, but, you know, the day was so beautiful, the light in the sky so intriguing, the blue so mellow that I couldn’t resist shooting beautiful Buenos Aires and River Plate. Then, suddenly, vertigo got me.

Supposedly, this is the last photo I took. It has been found in my camera’s memory, crashed closed to my body.

 

ph.: Avenida Cordoba looking North, fake miniature tilt-shift.

Woman plunges from 23rd floor.

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MILKING sow means traffic STOP

October 27, 2010 3 Comments

 

Driving in Albania is an adventure. We just drove through an olive trees orchard and then, behind a curve and in the very middle of the road, here she is. Her and the kids: a saw and 8 piglets, if I’m not mistaken regarding the number. Silent, eyes shut, she stood still letting me walk around and take the picture.

When she decided it was enough, a solid 5 minutes later, she screamed and jumped away, followed by the team.

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I left HIM in the BATHTUB

October 16, 2010 Leave a comment

 

He wasn’t keeping up his promises and making too much fun of me, so I said stop and poisoned him.

I cooked a nice meal and invited him over for dinner. Maria Bethânia was on when he arrived, late as usual. I poured some Côtes du Rhône than suggest a romantic relaxing bath: “I just bought some new salts, you should definitely try ‘em. You go first”, I said. He called me once, “Bring some more wine and come over”. That was the last time I heard his voice.

Roast beef with pork liver flavored gravy was superb, but asparagus not as tasty as I wished.

Too bad he couldn’t have a bite. I had twice.

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four MATES on BLANKETS

October 16, 2010 Leave a comment

Mates and stubbies under the Harbour Bridge, Sydney.

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quattro AMICI sugli ASCIUGAMANI

October 14, 2010 Leave a comment

 

It took long hours to decide which couple was going to pay for the late afternoon ice cream. They played several hands of briscola, exchanging secret signs, smashing cards on the towel, bursting up in collective laughs and kissing. Sweet, tender, smooth, long kisses, as long as the time a wave, born under the spell of a distant storm, takes to die on a sunny sandy beach.

In Otranto, Apulia, Italy.

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STEALING a SMILE

October 8, 2010 Leave a comment

 

He was having a coffee at a window table, I walked down the street and saw him. What a flash, I thought I could have loved him till the end of time. But he wasn’t sitting alone, who cares, I needed to take a photo of him. I entered the place, loud, crowded, too lit, not my favorite, but the prince was there. Keeping my arm at belly level and covering the camera with my fist I approached at slow pace, like looking for somebody. He was talking to the person in front of him, not caring of others. But when I was about to shoot he gently lift his head, turned and saw me.

He smiled, I trembled and missed the shot. He nodded, and got back to his conversation.

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MANY STROKES palm tree

October 6, 2010 1 Comment

 

Let’s say you’re traveling in a bus at sunset time along a dirt road, heading back to your hotel in Luxor. And you’re getting bored. So, you handle your camera to a friend and tell him: Shot a pic. click. Done, better than a watercolor, or a pastel like someone sees it. (photo by Valerio Griffa).

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reaching OUT

October 5, 2010 Leave a comment

 

It’s like peace, a sort of relaxing path that leads to fall into water. Pluf, and it’s another dimension.

Three different people took the leap. First come crying and sobbing, head down and fists sealed in pain. Second come running, as a jogger, dark glasses and headphones. Third walked backwards, letting fate decide for his life.

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