the way i saw it / vol. 1

I cannot say I traveled much, I’d even say have seen a very very small piece of something worth of seeing. Nevertheless, I did some shots from different places where I’ve had the chance of being at different times. The photos are what make the memoirs. Very often we forget what we do and where we go. I dont even remember my trips I didnt take my camera with. So, even a small mobile can capture a memory you can take home.

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old woman gazing out of window in Valetta, Malta

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a small cafeteria in Łódź, Poland

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Le Black. second edition.

I’m blackened and unblackened by the amazingness of this colour. 

An ode to black.

Black is the color 
That soothes my heart 
That comforts my eye 
Envelopes me in darkness. 
A woman in its own mystery 
Not eyeing to be a conquest.  


Le Black

I can not help myself and not to tell you about my latest addiction to black, my obsession, my inspirational  aspiration and my weakness to its boundless absrtactionism. Black, enticing and seducing, the colour of innocence, leading to anywhere but to nowhere. Black is the colour to feel and wear, colour of colours, the most colourful embracing all the others at once which made it to density, to the black.

Black is the colour of techno, celestial music which inhales and exhales, devours you from in and out, throws you to bottom and gets you to the up, music of Gessaffelstein. 


Young people in Milano

July, 2013

This summer was pretty hot in Milan and a lot of mosquito-s biting me around. :))

Despite the heat, I used to walk around a lot and also seized the opportunity of taking a bunch of nice photos of young people showing up in the streets near the city square, famous Duomo, Galleria Vittorio Emanuele and the suburban parts.

[left click the photos to see them original size]


Woke up early.
Wanted to sleep again.
Where is my coffee?!
I am at the office.
Now I’m alone.
Time for Retro.
Need some croissant and talks with Shavarsh.
Out for a walk.
Cold, cold November.
I need a hug.

Woke up early.

Wanted to sleep again.

Where is my coffee?!

I am at the office.

Now I’m alone.

Time for Retro.

Need some croissant and talks with Shavarsh.

Out for a walk.

Cold, cold November.

I need a hug.


"For centuries, western historians have employed the terms Byzantine and Byzantinism as synonyms of decadence, duplicity and complex bureaucracy, and they expressed a very negative judgment on the byzantine civilization and its influences on Southern Europe. Byzantinism described in general a group of religious, political and philosophical ideas opposed to the Western ones. In the 20th and 21th centuries, however, the complex nature of the Byzantine civilization has received greater attention and a more objective treatment on the part of western historians, and the Byzantine civilization has been re-evaluated. ” (from Wikipedia)

Images recalling an historic past; revisited, reinterpreted. From photography to styling. The photographer is Marco D’AmicoMarco Grisolia is the stylist and visionary designer, Romina Toscano is the fashion editor. These three names  combined with that of hair and makeup stylist Antonio Ciaramellai, have resulted in a project that illuminates the perspectives of the new talents scene. 

A photo shooting that follows the outline of a story, backwards, to plunge back again, fully and without hesitation, into current times. The styling features elegant layers, dark yet shiny shades, embellished with accessories that recall the extreme aesthetics of the South combined with the iconography, revisited in an avant-garde manner, of Byzantine symbols. 

The research and development of this creative process is enhanced by the photographer’s point of view, that encompasses with every shot a hidden meaning. Images that require precious minutes to be observed entirely, to fully appreciate their completeness.

Photographer: Marco D’Amico
Stylist: Marco Grisolia

Fashion Editor: Romina Toscano
Makeup&hair: Antonio Ciaramella
Model: Natasha @next model managment
Stylist assistants: Marilina Curci, Fiammetta Fiorito, Daria Lupelli
Photographer assistants: Eleonora D’Urbano, Jacopo Paglione


My love to Zara accessories is limitless. 
My present to me and goodbye November.

My love to Zara accessories is limitless.

My present to me and goodbye November.


olafur eliasson and ma yansong: feelings are facts
ullens center for contemporary art, beijing
on now until june 20th, 2010

The exhibition opening of ‘feelings are facts’, the result of a first time collaboration between danish-icelandic artist Olafur eeiasson and chinese architect Ma Yansong / MAD, which challenges our everyday patterns of spatial orientation. vision functions as our primary default sense for navigation, but within this installation, insecurity is induced on visitors initially, reducing visibility, suggesting the need to invent new models for perception.

Within the gallery space, there are hundreds of fluorescent lights on the ceiling creating a grid of red, green and blue zones. alongside the permeating the fog, these lights create colored walk-through spaces.
these zones introduce a scale of measurement in the gallery, their varying size and organization referencing urban-planning grids. at each color boundary, two hues blend to create transitional slivers of cyan, magenta and yellow so visitors can create their own color spectrum. visitors can use this color atlas to navigate through the dense, seemingly endless, illuminated atmosphere.
Eliasson and Ma use this structural marvel to present inquiries into the nature of reality.

Source; designboom.com


 My tribute to Triangles.

Arithmetic! Algebra! Geometry! Grandiose trinity! Luminous triangle! Whoever has not known you is without sense!


J’apprends d’ici que ma vie ne sera pas facile
Chez les gens
Je serai trop différent pour leur vie si tranquille
Pour ces gens…

Je comprends qu’ici c’est dur d’être si différent pour ces gens
Quand je serai sûr de moi
Un petit peu moins fragile, ça ira…

Là oui nous sommes en vie
Comme tous ceux de nos âges
Oui nous sommes le bruit
Comme des garçons en colère…


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