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After the Party
‘Round Midnight. The party’s gone. It’s time to clean the mess. Tomorrow, the square comes back to its dull life.
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The 365th Shot: Between Sacred and Profane
“Between the Sacred and Profane” is the 365th picture that I’ve posted on this blog and it is the end of a one-year project where I made a point of publishing one picture per day. When, exactly 356 days ago, I decided to start I couldn’t imagine what would have been happened. I became deeply involved into exploring different genres and styles, covering big live events for a music magazine, cinema and arts awards ceremonies, street-photography, portraits, photojournalism and sport events. I went in for a couple of contests and started giving (for free, as I promised) seminars about the rights of the (street)photographers. Of course I don’t do photography…
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The Floating Relic
When the Rubbish Basket is full…
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The AfterTide
After the tide, the river comes back to normality, while the boatmen account for the damages
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Saving the Boat
The tide is coming, and a sailor works hard to protect his boat.
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Multiple Meaning
We do see, in a picture, what we want to see. While the vast majority would focus on the dynamics between the shooter with the hoodie and the man with spectacles, those familiar with the inner circle of photography in Pescara will immediately spot, behind the man, Mrs. Franca Cauti, the Big Boss at Ohmasa Foto Video…
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A HDR Experiment
This is my first – and possibly, last – attempt of using HDR to post-process my pictures. Unless I’m able to get a more creative outcome, there is no reason to have pictures that look deadly similar to those of the other users of Nik Software Collection (as I am:))
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Parking Lot
Something wrong, over there?
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So What?
Does anybody come to help me?
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The Sinking Giant
Well, a tree, actually, but the praying hands suggestion is way too strong to be unnoticed
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St. Peter in Background
St. Peter and Castel S. Angelo as seen from the fourth floor of the Corte di cassazione (Italian Supreme Court.)
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The Straycat
Alterness becomes second nature, for those who live on the streets.
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Plenty of Chairs in Via Veneto
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The Observer
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Should I Stay
… or should I go?
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Staying Behind
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Conversation
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Yin and Yang
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The Empty Stage
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Clandestine Seagull
Ticket?
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Wrecked Ship
Lost in a dock, waiting to exhale its last breath
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A Sailor’s Knot
Easy to do, hard to cut
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The Traffic Controller
The difficult task is to stop people from lurking while driving…
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Portrait of a Bailaor
It’s not the dance itself. Not the movement. Not the raised heel or arched arm. It’s the moment in between. I took this portrait during a flamenco performance—close up, no motion blur, no sweeping gesture. Just a still frame of pure tension. The bailaor had just stepped out of a phrase. His hair wet from exertion, shirt unbuttoned from heat. He was motionless, but the intensity hadn’t left. It was gathering. What struck me wasn’t the obvious theatricality. It was the way his focus seemed to cut straight through the light. His jaw tight, eyes narrowed, not toward the crowd, but somewhere inward. Flamenco isn’t about smiling through the steps. It’s about…
