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Late Afternoon Workers
At Place de la Monnaie, in Bruxelles, late-afternoon workers look their life go by, while the rest of the world, enjoy the fun. This photo felt less like a building and more like a roll of exposed film. Fifteen windows, side by side. Fifteen little theatres. The framing is perfect—not by accident, but by architecture. A row of lives unfolding under fluorescent light. You can almost hear the hum. Some rooms are empty. Some are dim. In a few, people remain—cleaning up, wrapping gifts, turning off screens. There are Christmas trees, forgotten chairs, coats slung over partitions. And above all, stillness. Each window holds its own shot. Unrelated, disconnected. A…
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Shopping in Bruxelles
Early afternoon in Bruxelles, The best moment to go shopping.
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The Seagull’s Rest
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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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An urgent phone call?
Using a tele (200 mm) allowed me to take the picture but the long focal didn’t separate the planes as a 50 mm would. Truth is that – in these condition – I would hardly have been close enough to obtain the visual effect I was looking for, but the alternative was not to take the shot at all.
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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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Parking Lot
Something wrong, over there?
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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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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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Forgotten
If you don’t want to bring fresh flowers, at least remove the old ones…
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The Wild Bunch
Our for shopping at the wrong time!
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Walking at Night, in Milan
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Out for a While
… or gone forever?
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Street Compass Rose
Just in case your GPS was gone…
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Stairway to nothing
It was the kind of place you don’t really notice. A narrow passage, cracked walls, peeling paint, dim light. The kind of corridor you pass through without stopping. Unless you’re carrying a camera—and a little curiosity. I called this frame Stairway to Nothing when I first saw it on the screen. The name came unprompted. It just fit. The stairs are real, but lead to… what, exactly? A dead-end, a blank wall, maybe a half-forgotten door. You get the sense there was once purpose here—function, traffic, even a rhythm. Now it’s just remnants. A railing to hold on to, steps still intact, pots of green fighting back against the concrete. This wasn’t…
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Come on in…
What will you find at the end of the corridor?
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Reminiscenses From The Past
Lost in memories, while the world turns.