Road to moments.
Thatâ€™s how my love for photography was born, in a moment during the holidays after high school, when, more out of fascination than curiosity, I held the camera owned by the brother of one of my friends, who is a photographer and I looked through the lens for the first time.Â Moments.
Knowing how to capture the moment: such as when I went to buy my first camera, a Pentax K1000 SLR. I still own it now. A moment to come into contact, a lifetime to photograph and understand that the road I was taking, would, inevitably, lead me to black and white: because black and white is freedom, interpretation. And that in itself is colour. Itâ€™s the power of the message, with no distractions. Moments. One moment is enough because life changes direction. One moment earlier I accept the offer to follow the Red Cross as a photographer in the Gulf War, the next moment I say goodbye to my father, I put my personal choices aside and stay. But I donâ€™t stop taking photographs. Moments. You only need a moment to photograph in the street, my favourite setting.
To â€œbe chosenâ€ by the right camera, the one that makes shooting as natural as breathing, and never want to leave it: thatâ€™s how I felt with Leica.
And those are the moments that I photograph, moments in everyday life, of real life, of humanity. Over thirty years of photography are a collection of moments, some lasting the time it takes to capture them in a photo, others stretching over time, becoming new roads to be taken. Thatâ€™s why I look for moments in the street: because is where we are what we are, where anything or nothing can happen but even that â€˜nothingâ€™ is but a reflection of human nature.
The essence of my story, shot after shot.