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Since my cousin and I haven't seen each other for a year and a half, we decided to communicate through photography and created a photographic dialogue between our two cities. Each month, we take it in turns to decide on the theme - it can be a word, a song or a sentence from our favourite book.
April 2021: "Tolstoy"
Though men in their hundreds of thousands had tried their hardest to disfigure that little corner of the earth where they had crowded themselves together, paving the ground with stones so that nothing could grow, weeding out every blade of vegetation, filling the air with the fumes of coal and gas, cutting down trees and driving away every beast and every bird - spring, however, was still spring, even in the town.
Since my cousin and I haven't seen each other for a year and a half, we decided to communicate through photography and created a photographic dialogue between our two cities. Each month, we take it in turns to decide on the theme - it can be a word, a song or a sentence from our favourite book.
April 2021: "Tolstoy"
Though men in their hundreds of thousands had tried their hardest to disfigure that little corner of the earth where they had crowded themselves together, paving the ground with stones so that nothing could grow, weeding out every blade of vegetation, filling the air with the fumes of coal and gas, cutting down trees and driving away every beast and every bird - spring, however, was still spring, even in the town.
Since my cousin and I haven't seen each other for a year and a half, we decided to communicate through photography and created a photographic dialogue between our two cities. Each month, we take it in turns to decide on the theme - it can be a word, a song or a sentence from our favourite book.
April 2021: "Tolstoy"
Though men in their hundreds of thousands had tried their hardest to disfigure that little corner of the earth where they had crowded themselves together, paving the ground with stones so that nothing could grow, weeding out every blade of vegetation, filling the air with the fumes of coal and gas, cutting down trees and driving away every beast and every bird - spring, however, was still spring, even in the town.
Alcune foto della festa patronale di Como 2017. Una fiera davvero stanca, con poche bancarelle, discussioni per fotografare i lavori al tombolo (sono stato sospettato di farlo per rubare i disegni mentre la mia intenzione era e rimane quella di valorizzare una pregevole attività artistica che sta scomparendo) una misera mostra sul tempo, e l'assurda posizione, lontano dal centro storico, che rendono l'evento praticamente invisibile alle migliaia di turisti.
