Dalla Strada
Ten thousand visitors run through the Boboli Gardens every day, for bucket list reasons, and I bet not even one noticed that the blue, soft graffiti has the same color as Federicos chair. When he watered all the plants in the morning, it’s still early and no one else is around, he sits down, in his blue chair, listens to Radio Firenze and enjoys the smell of the many different lemon trees just outside the greenhouse.
You were the only one who really enjoyed the view – and life. You were the only one during one whole day who didn’t, almost falling off the small wall, make your panting wife take a picture of you, that no one ever wants to see. Rob, 54, ridiculously posing in front of Florence’s skyline, covered in sweat. You were the only one who didn’t disturb the beauty and calmness of the garden in the sun, but added even more to it. That’s why I took picture then of you. Wuff.
When on the way from Florence to Siena you suddenly have to think about life and create, just by doing so, a nostalgic, melancholic mood: Was it a good idea to go here? Did I take the right decisions? Why did she become a conductress? When will the train leave again?
When I wanted to capture the wonderful combination of a green silk dress and a lemon and created a geometrical frame, unintentional giving two tourist signoras the leading role in my narcissistic fruit selfie.
I often take pictures because I love the colors in the frame I chose. It is the same with this eyeshadow-palette-like part of a wall in Santo Spirito.
A touch of yellow or the opening of a waste dump. If you drop your eggs, just add a banana peel and it becomes an art installation. The not caring at all-vibe in a picture, luckily in a pleasing color palette. I find it beautiful and i hate it a bit.
La Dolce Vita – Holidays in Italy. Italy is a small country, like, so much smaller than the US. Holidays in Italy means, like, looooaats of Pizza, it’s so amazing, seriously, like, not the same as American pizza. Just great. It means, you know, just enjoying, because, like, it’s vacation time, I don’t care.
The ‚Gazetta dello Sport‘ found her way down to the ground, she spread her pages in a nonchalant way in the streets of Novoli, just in front of a golden door frame. The light pink newspaper-pages blow in the wind, the photographer goes down on her 26-years-old-knees and captures this beautiful still-life, wondering about Italian newspapers in light pink.
The second before Angelo enters the holy ground
Look at her Gucci bag. If I wasn’t a statue I would totally get that one. But as I’m a statue I’ll continue combing my spikes. But Jesus, that bag!
