I know, I’m late, one day… …but here I am with a post to celebrate the memory of my mother. Yes, I’m a typical Italian male, so my mother had been very important in my life and I miss here every day. I have many good memories, and while I’m here looking to sell the…
Dear Casmona Hotel, I just discovered that you are no more a part of Camogli, and sure I will miss you. I just published my novel Lasting Photographs and I was looking for the address of the Casmona Hotel in Camogli, to send a copy to the owner Alessandro Machi, since his hotel was mentioned…
“Almost eighty years and an ocean separate John Ragnar, a pilot with a mysterious past, from the photographs he found in a box on the beach in Clearwater near a diver in coma. The desire to give a voice to the nude young woman portrayed in the Italian Riviera, will bring John in a journey…
Dear Fujifilm, I think you are one of the best manufacturers of cameras and lenses. The quality of the products in one reason, the other is that you listen to the users when you update your products. So, the question is, dear Fujifilm, will you make me happy with the XPro-3? Some years ago, after…
A couple of weeks ago I had scheduled some pictures, just for fun, with a local model. Nothing special and elaborated, just an hour outdoor to know each other professionally and start eventually to think about other projects. It was the only cold and foggy day in a beautiful italian spring and, to be honest,…
Definition of ethic, from the Merriam-Webster 1 ethics plural in form but singular or plural in construction : the discipline dealing with what is good and bad and with moral duty and obligation 2a : a set of moral principles : a theory or system of moral values b ethics plural in form but singular or plural…
Few days ago it was snowing in my little town in the Italian region of Piemonte. It was quite beautiful and I took some pictures from the balcony. My reason was not just to have some photographic fun but also to create some images to promote the sale of my house. I posted this image…
I heard a noise outside the door, I walked to it, opened the door and there was the newspaper, confused I started to read it… (Click on the image to open a large version) …I woke up sweating from the nightmare, I was sitting on my couch and I immersed myself in my beloved…
Thanksgiving, a holiday I learned to celebrate. Thanksgiving is not an Italian tradition so I grew up without it. Thanksgiving is one of my preferred holidays. Every year, also when I’m in Italy, I celebrate it. I dedicate a day to think about the blessings I had in my life, I try to quit…
In the last days I’m exploring an analogue past and thinking about the digital present. A lot of water passed under the bridge since my last blog post. My father passed away, my sabbatical I took to take care of him is going to end soon and at the moment I’m putting some order…