PHOTO-STORIES
The awakening of the Pharaoh
Grenoble, France, 2022
In this unfolding moment made of fractions of seconds, the morning breeze gaze its eyes towards the rays coming from the tip of the pyramid. Akhenaten, the pharaoh of the sun, is back with warm hopes and new promises.
Up in the Sky
Grenoble, France, 2022
If only I could rise above these clouds, or just stay here endlessly. If only I could, I would exist in harmony along these mountains made of ashes, pristine snow, and smoky clouds.
On the verge of letting go
Matheysin, France, 2022
The man mumbles under his breath before reaching the edge of the cliff: “What is beyond the limits? Is there something, or sheer nothingness?
The Girl in the red dress
Tavole Palatine, Italy, 2021
On a hot summer, a girl lays on an ancient pillar. A pillar that was once part of a magnificent temple, but that now stands on its own and yet supported by fellow pillars. All fifteen columns are waiting, along with the girl, for the Sun to set, hoping for it to rise once more onto the remains of the Goddess Hera.
Wispering Lights
Manchester, Uk, 2018
“A spell is enchanting the city”, the streetlamp susurrates to the headlights of a moving bus. “Night is here”, the glowing tower clock softly sighs.
Alleys lost to time
Otranto, Italy, 2017
Sometimes I wonder, what if narrow alleys could talk? What would they say? They are guardians of secrets breathed throughout time.
Bloody Moon
Monopoli, Italy, 2017
As the sun dives into the sea, it leaves behind few tints to veil the horizon. The pitch black of the sea, the dark blue of the sky and the blood red of a lonely Moon.
PHOTO-STORIES
The awakening
of the Pharaoh
Grenoble, France, 2022
In this unfolding moment made of fractions of seconds, the morning breeze gaze its eyes towards the rays coming from the tip of the pyramid. Akhenaten, the pharaoh of the sun, is back with warm hopes and new promises.
Up in the Sky
Grenoble, France, 2022
If only I could rise above these clouds, or just stay here endlessly. If only I could, I would exist in harmony along these mountains made of ashes, pristine snow, and smoky clouds.
On the verge
of letting go
Matheysin, France, 2022
The man mumbles under his breath before reaching the edge of the cliff: “What is beyond the limits? Is there something, or sheer nothingness?
The Girl in the red dress
Tavole Palatine, Italy, 2021
On a hot summer, a girl lays on an ancient pillar. A pillar that was once part of a magnificent temple, but that now stands on its own and yet supported by fellow pillars. All fifteen columns are waiting, along with the girl, for the Sun to set, hoping for it to rise once more onto the remains of the Goddess Hera.
Wispering Lights
Manchester, Uk, 2018
“A spell is enchanting the city”, the streetlamp susurrates to the headlights of a moving bus. “Night is here”, the glowing tower clock softly sighs.
Alleys lost to time
Otranto, Italy, 2017
Sometimes I wonder, what if narrow alleys could talk? What would they say? They are guardians of secrets breathed throughout time.
Bloody Moon
Monopoli, Italy, 2017
As the sun dives into the sea, it leaves behind few tints to veil the horizon. The pitch black of the sea, the dark blue of the sky and the blood red of a lonely Moon.
PHOTO
STORIES
The awakening of the Pharaoh
Grenoble, France, 2022
In this unfolding moment made of fractions of seconds, the morning breeze gaze its eyes towards the rays coming from the tip of the pyramid. Akhenaten, the pharaoh of the sun, is back with warm hopes and new promises.
Up in the Sky
Grenoble, France, 2022
If only I could rise above these clouds, or just stay here endlessly. If only I could, I would exist in harmony along these mountains made of ashes, pristine snow, and smoky clouds.
On the verge of letting go
Matheysin, France, 2022
The man mumbles under his breath before reaching the edge of the cliff: “What is beyond the limits? Is there something, or sheer nothingness?
The Girl in the
red dress
Tavole Palatine, Italy, 2021
On a hot summer, a girl lays on an ancient pillar. A pillar that was once part of a magnificent temple, but that now stands on its own and yet supported by fellow pillars. All fifteen columns are waiting, along with the girl, for the Sun to set, hoping for it to rise once more onto the remains of the Goddess Hera.
Wispering Lights
Manchester, Uk, 2018
“A spell is enchanting the city”, the streetlamp susurrates to the headlights of a moving bus. “Night is here”, the glowing tower clock softly sighs.
Alleys lost to time
Otranto, Italy, 2017
Sometimes I wonder, what if narrow alleys could talk? What would they say? They are guardians of secrets breathed throughout time.
Bloody Moon
Monopoli, Italy, 2017
As the sun dives into the sea, it leaves behind few tints to veil the horizon. The pitch black of the sea, the dark blue of the sky and the blood red of a lonely Moon.