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Late for Lunch
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Breakfast at Rue Brisemiche
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Mid-Morning Break at Place Jourdan
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Early Leave at Bruxelles-Midi
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Walking Table in via Cornaggia
Via Cornaggia in Milan is not a place one usually associates with humour in photography, yet this image carries an almost surreal tone. A man strides down the cobblestone street, carrying a table on his shoulders, its legs pointing skyward like some awkward sculpture. His face is completely obscured, leaving only body language and context to speak for him. The everyday act of transporting furniture becomes, in this frame, an absurd visual gesture. The narrow perspective of the street enhances the composition. The converging lines of the walls and cobbled path guide the eye directly to the man, amplifying his centrality within the scene. The geometry of the table mirrors…
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Hard Choice In Quai de la Corse
I made this frame near Île de la Cité, on Quai de la Corse—one of those places where the mundane and the picturesque casually coexist. What first drew my attention wasn’t the postcard rack, but the slight choreography unfolding around it. Two figures—clearly together, maybe tourists or locals revisiting the familiar—stood split by the display, momentarily anonymised by a turnstile of nostalgia. That was the hook: a photo of people concealed by the very thing designed to represent their surroundings. The irony held my attention long enough to lift the camera. I composed the shot with that in mind. The vertical rack bisects the frame precisely, interrupting the couple’s presence…
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Is This Photo Illegal?
Yes, if it were taken in Hungary. Against the European Convention of Human Rights, Hungary passed a law that by next March 15 will require any photographer shooting in public space to obtain a signed “model release form”. This provision will be bashed by either the EU Court of Justice or the European Court of Human Rights (for the very same reasons I explained here), but it will take time and – first of all – a photographer that sacrifices himself on the altar of freedom.
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Relaxed Call at Boulevard du Palais
Paris lends itself so well to moments of quiet theatre, and this image captures one of those understated urban vignettes — a waiter leaning against a doorway, mid-call, somewhere between duty and a fleeting pause. The scene’s composition is clean and deliberate. The vertical symmetry of the architecture — the heavy wrought-iron window on the left, the dark panelled doors on the right — creates a structured backdrop that frames the human subject without overpowering him. The soft patina of the stone façade carries a sense of history, its muted tones setting off the crisp whites of the waiter’s apron and shirt. His black vest and bow tie anchor him…
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Trust Us, We Care About You
This is a close-up of a banner hanging from the Prefecture de police, Paris, Rue de la citè. I don’t know why, but every time I hear a public power saying that he cares about me I feel a bit worried… — This is the Google Map link, currently displaying the complete image, and here is a screen capture, just in case:
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Lost in Another World
Bruxelles, late afternoon. The light was fading, but not fast enough to kill the warmth spilling across the stone. I was walking the perimeter of the European Quarter when I caught this boy, not moving, not restless—just elsewhere. Legs crossed, Red Bull in the shade of his knee, a pair of thick-cushioned headphones pulling his attention far from the buses trundling behind him. The city was loud, but he was silent. I framed him against the soft curve of the road, letting the concrete bench anchor the composition. The wall bisects the image cleanly, dividing the raw street texture from his calm, introspective stillness. He became part of the architecture—concrete,…
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Stylish
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Still Standing
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Zebra Crossing
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Street Food in Via Salaria
A Chestnut Maker, making everything ready for another day of hard work.
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Shoes’ Meeting in Corso Vittorio
The tension lies in the simplicity—two halves of two lives crossing paths on a Milanese sidewalk. One steady, slow, anchored by age and rhythm; the other urgent, purposeful, briefcase in tow. The small dog peering from beneath the skirt becomes the silent witness. It adds a twist, a subtle distortion to an otherwise linear narrative. Compositionally, I framed low and tight, avoiding faces deliberately. I wanted the shoes, the cane, the movement—or its absence—to speak. Technically, the image pushes no boundaries. The exposure was conservative. Natural light softened by overcast skies made for even tones, no harsh shadows. Colours are muted, the teal jacket doing most of the visual lifting.…
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A Toilet of the Court of Rome
This image wasn’t taken to shock, or to moralise. It was taken to document—to observe the banal degradation of a public space that ought to represent dignity, order, and functionality. The Court of Rome is not some anonymous bureaucratic annex. It’s an institution, a symbol of authority. And this—this corner of neglect, dirt, and rust—is part of its daily mise en scène. The frame is unadorned. The composition is split by a hard vertical: clean white tiles with a wall-mounted sink on the right, and a long, filth-streaked heating unit under sealed windows on the left. It’s the juxtaposition that struck me—two realities in the same room. One part designed…
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