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 secret heart of the tower
The secret heart of the tower Set amidst rural Tuscany there is a small medieval village. Right in the center of the village there is a stone tower which seen from beneath it does not seem all that high. But I was assuming wrongly, I assure you, it's much higher than what you would gather. And the climbing steps are countless, old steps and banisters as you hardly happen to see any longer. I can assure you so because those tiny steep steps I have climbed them together with Janneke and Dirk. Only once on the rooftop I then reminded that I suffer of vertigo. While we were squeezed in an old Fiat 500 searching for characteristic cypresses ...
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Feeling like Scarlett under the tuscan rustic country rain
Country shooting. Imagine a day filled with dark clouds, the rain which seems to stop but in the end decides to keep you company. A small lace parasol and flounces of white organza of a beautiful Vera Wang wedding dress. Her smile that lights up this day and opens our hearts. Beautiful Christine it was so lovely to look at her and reminded me in a way of Scarlett in Gone with the wind when she goes to the pic nic in the countryside surrounded by the eyes of her admirers while her heart only beats for her love. And Chris was so much excited that he did not want to show it. I believe the laughter of all their friends were heard throu ...
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My modern Monnalisa
My modern Monnalisa There is a place here in Tuscany in the heart of Chianti where the gaze is lost thorught the golden vineyards. There is a place which seems to come out of a movie and where once echoed the words of a famous Shakespeare's comedy. In this place, surrounded by these walls people say the Master Leonardo Da Vinci painted the most famous smile of the world, La Gioconda. This is where Nick and Vicky looked into each other eyes and after shared a tear they said "for ever" under a sky of smiles. Maybe because when you happen to be in such a place the words you want to hear are "for ever" or maybe there are a milion other ...
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The house of a poet
Certaldo is the name of a small village in the middle of Tuscany. It is the birthplace of a great poet who built the history of the italian language. Il Signor Boccaccio.... Around there are vineyards and olive trees fields until your eyes can see. Jason and Monique came all the way from Australia to see this magical place, to say "I do" under the ancient fresco ceiling.
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The old courtyard
Imagine an old courtyard, a place lost in time where once you could see the animals that spent their day in the sun, and the farmers got up at dawn to work the fields. Back in those days there was always a big party on saturdays and everyone came from nearby fields to have a glass of wine and eat together and forget the toil of work while waiting for the day of rest. This is the atmosphere that I felt while I took these photographs and I was reminded of the stories of the elderly I heard as a child. A dive in a past that is not so distant.   Published on Grace Loves Lace     Olive in Love wedding planner Villa Po ...
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The wind raised for us
  Take me somewhere far away, take me to a place where we can be just what we like to be and where I can fly like this breeze that moves the leafs. Let me feel the earth underneath, let me laugh and cry and let me remember as I never  want to forget. I wonder if she knew she was a muse to me... Published on Wedding Chicks    Wedding slide on Vimeo Casa Cornacchi Charlotte Elise Dodd Stiatti Fiori Rue de Seine
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