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Nico Cilli Band Live@Città Sant’Angelo
Another intrusion into the videomakers’ world. Need to keep trying…
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Too Young to Spend Time Watching the Ducks in the Pond
… wait for the retirement, at least!
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Tired or Fascinated?
Not so easy to tell…
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The Way Out
Freedom is just over the window
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The Alien’s Seat
Different place, different shape… different human being?
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Same Space, Different Worlds
Lost in their own business.
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Much Too Short a Ladder
Next time bring it bigger!
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The Three Musketeers
… Hey, where the hell is d’Artagnan?
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Forgotten
If you don’t want to bring fresh flowers, at least remove the old ones…
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Watching the Eiffel Tower
A different way of looking at the Iron Lady
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The Double Helix
Well before Watson and Crick ever thought about, a French architect created the shape of Life!
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Guess Who’s the Human?
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George Braque
… not that easy to understand, isnt’it?
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The Chess Players
Well, this is not Alechin vs Capablanca but… who cares?
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An Intense Conversation
Some photographs hold silence. This is one of them. Shot in a small restaurant in Bruxelles — the kind you’d only find by chance, and never the same way twice — this frame preserves what no longer can be: a place, a conversation, a quiet evening at a table now vanished. Two women sit facing one another, generations apart, mirrored by the soft geometry of light and posture. One speaks — or perhaps listens. The other waits — or perhaps remembers. Their hands do most of the talking, resting, folding, rising to punctuate a point. There’s water on the table, a half-empty bottle, a flickering red votive. Nothing staged. Everything…
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Portrait of aTocaor
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A Sad Afternoon
… waiting for someone to call.
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Chasing the Runner
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Portrait of a Lawyer
Not every portrait needs a full frame. Sometimes, it’s what’s just out of focus that tells the most. Shot close—uncomfortably close—this image doesn’t try to flatter. It doesn’t seek symmetry or polish. The man’s on the phone, mid-thought, caught between reaction and restraint. His eyes are sharp, but not fixed. His hand rises instinctively to his face, as if shielding or steadying something unspoken. The photograph is grainy, the depth shallow. One lens, one second, one expression pulled between two worlds: the one he’s hearing and the one he’s trying to shape with his response. You don’t hear the voice on the other end, but you can sense it—by the…
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Skating on the streets of Milan
Safer at night, isnt’it?
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Out of Focus, again
Again a non intended, out-of-focus image – missed shot, in other words. Nevertheless I like the “visual” effect.
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None of Your Business
If you ain’t no time to go to New York, just spend some time in Milan… the feeling is very similar.
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The Wild Bunch
Our for shopping at the wrong time!
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Walking at Night, in Milan