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 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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When the abbey has no roof
There is a magic place in Tuscany that seem to come out from a Middle Ages storybook. Is the Abbey with no roof..the Abbey of San Galgano. This is the place that Brian and Louise have chosen for their wedding. Under a cloudy sky they looked each other and said I do while a music of violins danced in the air and the rain waited to fall. Thank you Brian and Louise for choosing my homeland for your special day and thank you for letting me try this unique experience. Published on Whimsical Wonderland Wedding      Italian Style Weddings Divi e Divine Chiara Sperti Flowers[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]
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A traditional Eritrean wedding under the tuscan sun
One of the things I love the most about this crazy job is the opportunity to meet always new people and cultures so far from mine that otherwise I would perhaps never got to know. And that is how I got to meet the tradition, food, dances and colors of a country so far as Eritrea. Thanks to these wonderful people I could taste their food and listen to different music, although unfortunately the difficulty of the language not let me understand the words I could breathe the same all the love that was in the air.      venue: I Massini event planner: Glam Events in Tuscany video: Gattotigre
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Like in a fairy tale
One of the great things about this work is that it gives me the opportunity to meet special people. And this was the turn of a really beautiful mommy, so in love with her boy that she gave a truly unique party for his baptism. The limonaia of Casa Masi was just the perfect place, decorated with the creations of Giardino delle Fate, where among white pumpkins and small blue pinwheels a big teddy made of chocolate stood watching from the top of his cake. A day that seemed straight out of a fairy tale ... brava Chiara !!!
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