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Cupido’s Fall
There was a time when Cupido ruled the world. Not the cherubic archer of myth, but the man on the torn poster — a champion accordionist, his name blazing in dotted capitals, promising music and spectacle. Now, the paper curls at the edges, bleached and scarred by weather, the glory half-erased by time and graffiti. The god of love meets the fate of every earthly name: reduced to a fading print on a damp wall, fighting a losing battle against rust, mould, and the next layer of urban scribble. The photograph works because it understands the poetry of decay. The black-and-white treatment is an apt choice — stripping the scene…
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The Skeptical Listener
While a politician addresses his audience, a skeptical listener think of how many times she’ve been there before…
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Pure Joy
The smile of a grandson worths a whole life.
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Portrait of Keyboard Player
He had just finished a piece when I took the shot. Head tilted, hand still resting on the keys, that slight smirk not forced but earned. This wasn’t posed—it was a breath between moments, a performer halfway out of character and halfway into self-awareness. The ambient energy of the room still swirled around him—soft voices, chairs moving, blurred motion in the background—but he held still. I composed tight to emphasise the contrast between stillness and motion. The background drags slightly, figures abstracted by a slower shutter speed, but the face and fingers are crisp—anchoring the shot where it needs to be. The lighting was mixed: tungsten overhead, cooler light from…
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Between Two Sets
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Inside the Garrison
In a usually busy day, the bomberos enjoy a moment of relax.
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The New Church
In the XXIth Century, a new church grows, to satisfy old needs.
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Guru Meditation
Airports are temples of waiting. They strip away the illusion of control, leaving travellers suspended in time between one place and another. In that in-between, people invent ways to cope. Here, in a lounge of muted reds and glassy daylight, a man folds himself into a private space. One leg drawn up, back curved, cap pulled low, he cradles a tablet as if it were a small book or a talisman. His fingers rest lightly on it, not tapping, not scrolling—just holding. The surrounding noise and movement dissolve in his stillness. This is meditation for the digital age. Not in a forest clearing or a candlelit room, but in an…
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A Sunny day in Rome
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WTF Are They Looking At?
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Portrait of a young guitar player
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Portrait of a (former) bike champion
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Belgian Ghosts
Midnight still has to come. But in Bruxelles even ghosts wake up early…
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Protected: Prova Aurum
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
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Footprint
Still… wideing.
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Damned Autofocus
I like this photo very much. The two travelers, mutually unbeknownst, stroke a pose like if they were on duty fashion models. Unfortunately, the Fujifulm X-E1 autofocus didn’t work fast enough and, as I’ve already told, zone-focusing is a pain in the neck without a properly marked focus-ring. Long live to Hasselblad, Zeiss, Leica and Nikon…
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Brain vs Camera
The picture on the left is what the camera saw. The picture on the right is what I had in mind while shooting. Thanks to Photoshop I’ve been able to bend the “objectivity” of the camera along the line of my creativity.
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Las Ramblas’ Lifestyle
Who cares about pickpockets?
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Reasonable Privacy Expectation
There is something almost cinematic about this frame. The architecture dominates: a vast façade of marble and glass, its verticality emphasised by the tall, narrow windows, the symmetry broken only by the two small human figures at the bottom. They are dwarfed by the structure, physically and visually, and yet they animate the space just enough to draw our eye away from the grand design and towards the everyday. Compositionally, the image is measured and deliberate. The camera is held level, avoiding converging verticals, which is crucial in architectural photography. The placement of the figures — one ascending the stairs, the other absorbed in a phone — adds a natural,…
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Which One?
The Abundance’s Paradox
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Same Seats, Different Lifes
They’re close, but never been so distant
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The Bodyguard in Red
This frame happened in a square full of motion, but all I saw was this frozen pair: a woman checking a map, and her dog—a small, white, overdressed sentinel—standing squarely on duty. What amused me wasn’t just the dog’s outfit (hood up, leash taut, plaid trim), but the posture. Alert. Angled. Watching the flow of pedestrians like a security detail in fur. I made this image with the intention of isolating a moment within the broader current of urban transit. The pedestrian stream moves left to right—fast, disengaged, anonymous. Meanwhile, the woman and her dog form a perpendicular axis. They’re static. They interrupt the flow. That tension is what holds…
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Too Busy to Enjoy the Life…
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Flashes’ Forgotten Powersuits
When I pressed the shutter, I wasn’t chasing irony. It emerged later, in the edit, when I realised this looked less like a street photo and more like a comic panel stripped of its ink—The Flash and Kid Flash mid-sprint, anonymous in civvies, caught in a blur between timelines, rushing to fix a multiverse misstep but forgetting the suits that gave them identity. The angle was deliberate. I tilted the frame to exaggerate imbalance, to underline the diagonal force of movement surging left to right. The grand stairway of Milano Centrale—the actual location—becomes a stage. Lines, shadows, steps: they all stretch and funnel speed. The architecture is static but theatrically…
