Blog & Stories

These are their stories, this is also my story.

The story which enrolls in front of my camera, the story all can see. There are also stories which lay in the background and are not perceivable only looking at the pictures. Stories which its own matter is made of real words and real persons. These are the stories which I will forever behold in my own heart.

In my perception these stories are indistinguishable one from the other, neither exists without the other. Matching them together coherently is a challenging game.

All of us are part of these stories. From the subjects who glimpse at each other and peek at me and me smiling in complicity at them. Their feelings, my feelings, all captured in the same instant.

Possible?

Is it possible to tell a story when we do not fully know it? One of the few things I am aware of is that I can listen and when a soul is sensitive and receptive these stories enroll themselves allowing them to be shared.

There is not a correct or better way to listen to these stories. It prevails the zest of being part of them.

In my pictures there are stories which its own matter is memory and anticipation of further stories yet to be unfolded which someone will have the favorable fate to tell.

As a child listening to an elder telling stories lost in time while its own imagination floats aimlessly to fabricate further more stories.

We all are memories, stories, the main characters of these stories and I do not want to stop telling them.

These stories withhold the commitment to generate further stories and I have the privilege to witness such moments, to be on the scene of so much happiness displayed and often I ask to myself how come I am so fortunate and I truly love to share each single of these portrayed memories.

Thank you all of you who allowed me to tell your stories and memories, I have put a little piece of myself in each of your stories, I hope you don’t mind.

The girl of my life
It took me awhile to write this story. It's a very beautiful one and I have been afraid to fail to put it down in words, in a language that is not my own. I still fear that I will not be able to say it as well as it was told to me.This story is of course about 2 people but also about those circumstances and coincidences that make your life what your life is.So here I try to tell this incredible story. First of all I asked myself, what happens when you meet the love of your life but it's not the right time? I replied myself that you just need to wait, and wait and wait... until the right time comes even if comes 20 years later. ...
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Dreaming the highlands
Scottish wedding in tuscany I so much enjoyed this intimate lovely wedding. In a very unusual June for us as it rained almost every day, with a sky really similar to the ones we can admire over the Scottish highlands. Working the first time in this venue Borgo i Vicelli just above Florence hills was a nice new experience. As much as working and meeting two beautiful ladies Simonetta and Deborah owner of Italian Event Planner Tuscany who greatly organised this event. Siobhan was so full of grace in her extreme elegant and sparkling gown designed by Pronovias and the bridesmaids stunning wearing a very eccentric shade of pink dresses ...
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Once again on the lake
With Terra and Alex I started this wedding season 2019. Strange year this one, a year of changes and definitions to be. I could not ask better than driving up to the lake of como where I love the sense of decadences there it’s like living in old beginning of 1900, like living at another speed. Eveything goes slower on the lake shore, even your breathing. I took a break, looking at the lakshore while crossing with the ferry. It’s probably time to take things how they come, and be the best you can. To welcome who is ready to get in and let the rest behind. When I photograph is not just a job to me, it’s like a personal project every time ...
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In the land of Pinocchio
"Centuries ago there lived-- "A king!" my little readers will say immediately. No, children, you are mistaken. Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood, one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire in winter to make cold rooms cozy and warm". I decided to start this post with the very first words of the Adventure of Pinocchio written by Carlo Collodi not very far from the venue where this wedding was celebrated. I chose Pinocchio because the little protagonist of this wedding fairy tale is a young boy who reminded me in a way the famous mar ...
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The story of a LoveStory
Prato is my hometown. Here I lived my childhood and my youth. I had a strange relationship with this city, I often fought against the rush to get away from here and my thoughts lived tightly between these streets and in a provincial reality full of contradictions that I never bothered to fully understand. Prato means fabrics, many pieces of cloth have always been there in this city and when we were children we played among the noise of looms that still our grandparents held in the domestic warehouses. I then left Prato years ago, I was disappointed and I was angry, maybe like many other young women of my age. But in Prato I came back years ...
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Where the blue planes fly
One day a small blue airplane meets another small airplane as it flies high into the sky. They start to do a little bit of road together, next to each other till they discover that it is much nicer to fly in company. So after a while flying together they realize not only that it's really fun but they will never ever want to fly alone again. They decide that they will always fly like this one next to the other and so they walk further and further away. These is the story of two little airplanes... ppp I asked the girls why there were so many paper planes drawn everywhere and they replied that since they met this is what they most love ...
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