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5 Frames from our Tragic Past Shot with an iPhone 14 Pro Max
The remains captured in these photographs come from a small war museum in Orsogna, a small town in the interior of my home region, Abruzzo. In World War II Orsogna and other towns – such as Ortona, where there is a memorial for the Canadian soldiers who fell in the Moro river fierce battle – were part of the German Gustav Line. They were theatre of bloody battles and still today, wandering around with a metal detector, it is possible to find a lot of things reminding of these tragic events. This is exactly what motivated a group of local historians to search for, collect and classify as many things as possible, and finally,…
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Shooting Historical European Martial Arts (HEMA)-like Events
Historical reenactments are everywhere, and the volunteers who keep alive the memory of our past deserve our highest praise. Along with pure re-enactments, where the fate of the participants is already predetermined by history, and HEMA, where athletes compete using European weaponry and armour, there is a middle-ground discipline that is gaining momentum in Italy: Sport Reenactment – Initially published by 35mmc.com In short, SR players take part in reenactment events wearing faithful replica of the coats and arms of ancient Italian, Greek, Celtic and German tribes. But they also meet in forests and mountains to fight following a ruleset but without knowing in advance who is going to win. The…
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Three Lamposts
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Three Tires
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Still Ruling
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Burnt
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The Answer is On the Wall
A tribute to The Hitchkiker Guide to the Galaxy.
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Superpila still rides…
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Nature gets its space back…
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A (Soon) Lost Banner
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An Athlete@Stadio Marmi, Rome
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The Watchdogs
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Vasa’s Ghost
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A Lamp in an Old Teather
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Romeo’s Hideout
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The Last Barrell
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Mind The Step
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Inside The Clocktower
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In Hoc Signo
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A Skull
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After the race
It’s not the roar of engines or the scent of oil that stays with you—it’s this. Two men, backs turned, still in their Fiat overalls. The crowd has begun to blur into the night, and the adrenaline has softened into conversation. Maybe they’re swapping lap times, maybe just trading silence. I took this shot at the end of a vintage car competition. Not during the parade, not at the peak of noise and chrome, but after. When everything meaningful often happens. Their suits are creased from hours of wear, and the red stitching on the white cotton glows under the street lamps like the last ember of something freshly burned.…
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Amex
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Italian Stardust
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Last Wing Down
