Road to moments.
That’s how my love for photography was born, in a moment during the holidays after high school, when, more out of fascination than curiosity, I held the camera owned by my friend’s brother, a photographer, and looked through the lens for the first time. Moments.
Knowing how to capture the moment: like when I went to buy my first camera, a Pentax K1000 SLR. I still own it now. An encounter of a moment , to a lifetime of photography and understanding that the road I was taking would, inevitably, lead me to black and white: because black and white is freedom, interpretation. And that in itself is colour. It’ s the power of the message, with no distractions. Moments. One moment is enough because life changes direction. In one moment I accept the offer to go along with the Red Cross as a photographer in the Gulf War, in the next I say goodbye to my father, I put my personal choices aside and stay. But I don’ t stop taking photographs. Moments. You only need a moment to take a photograph in the street, my favourite setting.
To be “chosen” by the right camera, the one that makes shooting as natural as breathing, and never want to leave it: that’ s how I felt with Leica.
And those are the moments that I photograph : moments in everyday life, of real life, of humanity. My thirty years of experience as a photographer are a collection of moments, some lasting the time it takes to capture them in a photo, others stretching over time, becoming new roads to be taken. That’ s why I look for moments in the street: because here is where we are what we are, where anything or nothing can happen but even that “nothing” is simply a reflection of human nature.
The essence of my story, shot after shot
