I’m photographing the world…
I’m photographing the people…
I’m photographing the life...
Everything is the same from north to south and from west to east.
The day is full of light. It is everything precise.
The volumes, the distances, the buildings, the movements… the people.
You can exactly see what it is.
You can understand what you see.
And then.. the night comes.
All is imagination.
The life proceed…but in different rhythm…
Perhaps more slow.
The buildings have no volume. The distances are not exact.
Life is the same.
But stronger than life is our imagination.
The people are moving …and you can see their aura!
The night nothing is … perfect.
All becomes mysterious.
It becomes mystical.
You cannot distinguish who is in front of you.
All becomes different...it is magic.
The night is a witch that turns the world into a fable.
My photographic camera is a witch that transforms the world…
in a fable….
my own fable…
that can become also yours…
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