The subtle irony of stumbling upon this on top of Montmartre, Paris.
One of the good reasons to get back to the South, every once in a while.
Bright sun, sea, central convergence. One of your closest friends.
It keeps on snowing here, though.
I guess that moving to another city, to another country, is never that easy: you constantly face new challenges and they’re often tougher than you’d expected. Sometimes this might get you completely lost.
A good way to get back on track is just doing the things that you’ve always done, the ones that somehow ‘define’ you as an individual. As far as I’m concerned, photography does the job: it suffices to find some relaxing view along a river.
There is no such thing as impersonal photography. Each shot you take -even the most abstract one- somehow describes your personality, your attitudes and, eventually, your life.
As a consequence, this collection of pictures does not reflect in any kind of way how Torino really is. It simply describes part of what Torino -I mean, the city as a whole- has been to me in the last three years: fairs, elegant squares and courtyards, the slow and steady flow of river Po, the frantic traffic near the city centre, the night strolls.