This is a journey to my roots. A distant but strong reality, that is not mine but to wich I belong. In this part of the island cohabit two speeds: the traditional one, tied to ancient values and the new, tourism related, boomed in the past decade. The epicenter of my project is my grandfather Concetto: 96 years of work, social and political commitment. He lives every change first hand, since the beginning. The project stems from the need to know and interpret personal and social history. Images are used trying to go beyond their own contingency, in the search of a structure free of hierarchies, open to interpretation, in a dreamlike voyage.
In between there is my grandfather Concetto: 95 years of work, social and political commitment.
He lives every change first hand, since the beginning.
Humans, as well as other species, are influenced by their environment.
This part is mostly about summer, when the time comes for people to move out the cities they live in and go to the beach and relax in the sun.
The trip to get to that paradise is long and exhausting and who can ’t afford the pricey little comforts need to adapt himself.
Sheer idleness, sports practiced by guilt, group shot, children playing, kiosks and soft drinks, beautiful girls and sense of guilt.
We are free to do we want but in fact linked, as always, to rituals.
The need is so urgent that we sacrifice money, time and health and yet, sometimes, we get a moment of fun, a new friend or a date.
This is about those places that are “in between”.
Located neither in the city nor in the countryside, they are definable as “ urban countryside”.
The pictures were taken around northern Italy, specifically in the Pianura Padana, where is concentrated most of the industrial and agricoltural production of the country, as well as a diffuse human density .
People are just to be seen in their cars or at the supermarkets, often enclosed in their houses and properties, consuming their free time watching television.
Some weird encounter could happen on the road, nearby a restaurant or an ATM.
Nevertheless these places retain a certain degree of beauty and magic.
Our lives are influenced by the environment we have built in the imperative goal of economic development.
Is it still possible to find a place to live humanly?
what is next
“22 November 2017, at the International Criminal Tribunal for the Former Yugoslavia, Gen. Ratko Mladić, the former Bosnian Serb commander, was convicted on Wednesday of genocide, crimes against humanity and war crimes. From 1992 to 1995, the tribunal found, Mr. Mladic, 75, was the chief military organizer of the campaign to drive Muslims, Croats and other non-Serbs off their lands to cleave a new homogeneous statelet for Bosnian Serbs. The deadliest year of the campaign was 1992 when 45,000 people died, often in their homes, on the streets or in a string of concentration camps. Others perished in the siege of Sarajevo and in the mass executions of 8,000 Muslim men and boys after Mr. Mladic's forces overran the United Nations-protected enclave of Srebrenica. "By MARLISE SIMONS, ALAN COWELL and BARBARA SURKNOV. 22, 2017
Pictures were taken during a short but intense trip to Sarajevo and Srebrenica, few months before this court judgment. The two womans that accepted to be photographed in their homes are victims of the war, they both lost part of their family, older sons and husbands, but they didn't want revenge but only justice and peace, having lost what meant the most. Younger generations look at the war as something far and blurry, still they live in the physical remains of that era, bullet holes in buildings and soviet style building but they want to move on in a new world. They see through internet and social media that there is another way to live and want to move on. It is difficult because their villages are not only crowded of the ghosts of the past but also by the troubled economy the UN funds has not really helped get on its feet. After more than two decades the post war conditions are just terribly similar to what was few days after the end of the war.