ITALIANI
I arrived in Leichhardt, Sydney, in 2003. It was my first trip to Australia. I felt like in the '50s in Italy.. People, smells in the shops, clothes and faces... Everything reminded me of the stories my grandmother told me after the war and the pictures I saw of that period. I decided to go back to Sydney in 2005 and tell their stories, so similar yet so different from each other. They left Italy after the II World War looking for a different future, they worked a lot. At the beginning it was not easy, now they have a good position, family, job, houses. Today, being Italian in Australia is "cool" but of course they miss a place that today is not the same anymore..
I arrived in Leichhardt, Sydney, in 2003. It was my first trip to Australia. I felt like in the '50s in Italy.. People, smells in the shops, clothes and faces... Everything reminded me of the stories my grandmother told me after the war and the pictures I saw of that period. I decided to go back to Sydney in 2005 and tell their stories, so similar yet so different from each other. They left Italy after the II World War looking for a different future, they worked a lot. At the beginning it was not easy, now they have a good position, family, job, houses. Today, being Italian in Australia is "cool" but of course they miss a place that today is not the same anymore..
SARA
This is the story of a friend of mine, her name is Sara. We met during high school, grew up together and our friendship carried on throughout the years. Between 2004 and 2008 she had three cancers, during the last one we decided together to tell the story she was living. She is alive and well; to me sometimes it seems a miracle.
This is the story of a friend of mine, her name is Sara. We met during high school, grew up together and our friendship carried on throughout the years. Between 2004 and 2008 she had three cancers, during the last one we decided together to tell the story she was living. She is alive and well; to me sometimes it seems a miracle.
LOOK AT ME
This is a project I started when I was in Treviso at Fabrica. I decided to focus on young disabled people. At the beginning it was an unknown world, running parallel to mine without ever crossing it. They took my hand and brought me in their world, where I discovered sweetness, determination, spontaneity and purity.
This is a project I started when I was in Treviso at Fabrica. I decided to focus on young disabled people. At the beginning it was an unknown world, running parallel to mine without ever crossing it. They took my hand and brought me in their world, where I discovered sweetness, determination, spontaneity and purity.
EL COLEGIO DEL CUERPO
El Colegio del Cuerpo (eCdC) was founded in 1997, in Cartagena by the dancers, choreographers and pedagogues Álvaro Restrepo and Marie France Delieuvin. It is a space created for children, youngsters and the general public where they find the opportunity to approach the expressive and artistic dimension of the human body through Contemporary Dance. eCdC offers the opportunity of the construction of a new ethics of the human body, indissolubly connected to an aesthetic and artistic search.
El Colegio del Cuerpo (eCdC) was founded in 1997, in Cartagena by the dancers, choreographers and pedagogues Álvaro Restrepo and Marie France Delieuvin. It is a space created for children, youngsters and the general public where they find the opportunity to approach the expressive and artistic dimension of the human body through Contemporary Dance. eCdC offers the opportunity of the construction of a new ethics of the human body, indissolubly connected to an aesthetic and artistic search.
CARLA'S STORY
I've always loved hairdresser shops, mostly vintage ones and those where you can feel a different atmosphere from the present. Places where you can smell words and hair spray, shampoo and female talk, blow dryer and whispers of a gossip. Here I photographed Carla, strong and nice woman, hair dresser of the little town. She teaches to proudly proceed through life, between one cigarette and another.
I've always loved hairdresser shops, mostly vintage ones and those where you can feel a different atmosphere from the present. Places where you can smell words and hair spray, shampoo and female talk, blow dryer and whispers of a gossip. Here I photographed Carla, strong and nice woman, hair dresser of the little town. She teaches to proudly proceed through life, between one cigarette and another.