distant WAVES

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Wish I could surf.

Plaza Constitution, Buenos Aires.

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HAPPY hours – street DRUNKARDS in New York

I used to live in Hell’s Kitchen, NY, before the New Times Square induced cleansing. Drunkards below my windows and drugs dealing at nighttime.

FIGHT club – PEACEFUL Sunday afternoon

They look like you and me: harmless. But you don’t want to get into a fight with them for just no reason. They know boxing, wrestling, kicking, judo, karate and you name it. They’re nice, ordinary guys, they do business and smile, chat and shake hands and like to be photographed, outside the ring. But once they’re in the ring, the hidden beast surfaces, feeding on your blood and the crowd’s roars at the smashing sound of fists hitting your face and breaking your nose. You eventually give up and the fight is over. Winner or loser, it doesn’t make any difference since there’s no money to win, but a sort of inner relief. Yes, because finally you felt alive, away from the supermarket aisle wanderer, from the cubicle dweller, from the diaper changer. And tomorrow is Monday, a week away from another peaceful Sunday afternoon.

Fight Club – the movie, with Brad Pitt and Edward Norton.

combination of BLUE and COLORS – Valparaiso

SEAT with a VIEW

Flying is annoying and unconfortable. Packed like sardines, we’re often forced to stand next seat maniac strangers, junk tasteless food that comes too often and inconsiderate reclining passengers in front of us. Not to mention the movies that have already been seen and the polite but strong willed attitude of the crew members to keep passengers seated as looong as possible. There’re no books nor computer games that can alleviate the pain … are we there yet!?

Actually, to fly is not that bad, there’s also some positive stuff. First of all Leaving, the first step of Searching. Then the airport, the center of the world, entering one is getting closer to any place; and finally a window seat. Here it comes, no matter what the purpose of the flight is, it’s always worth it if one gets a seat with a view. Suspended in the air with nose tip stamped on the cool windows suface, one can forget other passengers and coffee in styrofoam glasses.

seat with a view is a selection of images taken through the narrow plane’s window, in order to kill the boredom and to regain the possession of time. They’re ground geometries and wing parts, clouds, seas, skies, cities and real maps: they’re the moments-images that pass us by so quickly that the clock of personal thoughtfulness has been stolen. Travel is agonizing, but seat with a view’s images keep it alive.

Paris – C’était le MOIS de la PHOTO

– It was the Month of Photography – is a free study on Paris, done during the Mois.

The photographer, wandering the city from one exhibition to the other, shoots a not iconic yet recognizable Paris.

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