Stazione degli autobus a #Gerusalemme 1991. Mentre fotografavo la gente che arrivava e partiva mi sono imbattuto in questa scenetta. Due militari Israeliani, un uomo e una donna che si sono trovati, abbracciati e baciati.
Dear Matteo Renzi (Italian PM).
I’m David. Michelangelo sculpted me as you can see me in this photo, completely naked, with my “pisello” dangling out. It has been over 500 years since that 1504 when the master of Italian sculpture decided that he wanted to do a statue of me. Here is how VASARI described the statue ““When all was finished, it cannot be denied that this work has carried off the palm from all other statues, modern or ancient, Greek or Latin; no other artwork is equal to it in any respect, with such just proportion, beauty and excellence did Michelagnolo finish it”. (http://www.vocfm.co.za/italy-covers-museum-nudes-for-iranian-president/)
Like many other famous painting and artistic masterpieces in Italy I am naked.
Yesterday a major blow was given to all free people who believe in art as a form of expression of our human nature. You sold your soul and your ass to a chief of State (Rouhani president of Iran) who was visiting the Country of Michelangelo, leonardo, Botticelli, Giotto, Galileo, Tiziano, Caravaggio, Bernini and many many other Masters who spent their lives making this Country the most beautiful and the richest in Art that any other Country in the world.
By hiding two sculptures behind panels “so that the sensibility of your guest will not be offended” represents the most barbaric act that was perpetrated in our Country since the sack of the Lanzichenecchi (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sack_of_Rome_(1527)) in 1527.
How could you perform such an horrifying act and get away with it? Are you the beholder of what is good or bad? Are you just a merchant ready to give his butt away because this guy has promised to spend a few Billion ou? What are you mr Renzi? If your role is that to represent your people, well I do not recognize myself as “your people”.
What you did as a tremendous impact in every free mind and soul. I feel my heart bleeding because if Rouhani had come to Florence you’d probably covered me as well as if you were ashamed of me as if I was a “child old a minor god”
When you’ll go to Iran in a few months, tell mr. Rouhani that what you did, in order to kiss is ass, will have an impact of the way Italians relate to muslims because every time a muslim come to visit us we tend on hiding our masterpieces. Artists and free mind are very concerned about your behaviour.
Something similar happened last october in Florence (http://www.lonelyplanet.com/news/2015/10/08/nude-statue-in-florence-covered-to-avoid-offending-visiting-sheikh/).
Are you going nuts? What are you doing to BEAUTY? It is about the sensibility of Italians, free Italians, those who did not vote for you and never will because if these are the directories that you are giving to your gang, you might as well get out of this Country because YOU DON’T BELONG here.
I’m finishing this letter by telling you that I would have never thought that something like this would ever happen. I am sad, really sad for what you did, and by joining virtually all the statues, paintings and artworks penalized by what you did, I raise my medium finger to you hoping that you may reconsider your actions and at least have the balls to come in public and excuse yourself for what you did, even if is not going to change a bit about the way I feel about you mr Renzi: You can KISS MY NAKED ASS.
My book finally is an ebook in English: Taxidriver A Venetian in Miami Is a true story
This is a true story. The story of a country boy who wants to travel to know, to understand, to learn and confront himself with the world and its people. He lives his hometown of five thousand nested in the province of Treviso, in north eastern Italy on the day he turned twenty three, and flies to the USA , Florida, Miami. He wants to know the way of life, the trends, the curious habits of its people.
The initial enthusiasm clashes with the hard reality of the search for a job.
Six months in America and the tourist visa expires and our hero goes into hiding and that’s when the real story begins. Like a small eagle out of his nest for the first time, trying the thrill of flight. He must look out for the winds, the rocks, the predators.
I always believed in my dreams. The most wonderful adventure that can happen in a person’s life is to have a dream and see it happen. Life becomes a path designed to reach the goal. The choice of following your own dream comes with a price tag though. You must be willing to endure some sacrifices. It is like climbing a mountain one step at the time, without turning around to check on the road already travelled but looking ahead to the road that lies ahead . Those who have hiked a mountain’s trail know that. It doesn’t pay to start the trail at a fast pace and having to stop ten minutes later to gasp for air. Many are the difficulties, as many are the satisfactions, the delusions and the successes .
The pleasure of climbing remains intact. The reward is the breathtaking view you’ll see upon reaching the top.
Photography and writing two equal and different ways of expressing your emotions and make them public so that everyone can benefit from them somehow.
The people, the street’s names, the places you will encounter in this humble book are all true. Nothing is invented, as reality often surpasses the fantasy.
I did so many jobs in my life that it would take a whole book just to describe them in full. Two were the jobs that helped me in realizing my dream : being a photojournalist had me travel the world and getting to know it better, being a taxi driver has given me the opportunity to meet thousands of people and understand their emotions, dreams, fears, and all the feelings that are part of human nature.
When people get in the taxi they feel they can open up as if they were in a confessional or laying on the “shrink’s” bed. They know that chances to meet again with that particular taxi driver are very slim. They know that by living and working on the streets you acquire a kind of “street wisdom” that is not taught in any school.
I had people crying, laughing telling me their stories in ten minutes, asking me for advice, cussing, smoking, using drugs, dressing, undressing, drinking passing out, counting money, trying to escape without paying or giving me huge tips, people trying to rob me and women who wanted to take me home. When I started my day as a taxi driver I always had the same attitude as if I was going to see a movie and the script was unfolding right on the back seat of my Yellow Cab.
It was just a great feeling of freedom being able to pick the hours in which I wanted to work, the area where I wanted to work. Nobody was telling what to do, I was a young Italian working in a wonderful place, working hard and having fun. What else could have I asked for?
You will find some of these stories , both about the photojournalist and the taxi driver that I tried to tell using simple words.
When I asked him about the actual refugees crisis in Europe he said: “Europe should give up the Nobel Prize”. The words he said sounded a bit harsh, but today when I turned on the news and saw what happened today at the border between Hungary and Serbia I have to admit that he was right. He is right: Europe indeed should give up the Nobel Prize. This is what was written in 2012 when Europe received it “The Nobel Peace Prize 2012 was awarded to European Union (EU)“for over six decades contributed to the advancement of peace and reconciliation, democracy and human rights in Europe”.
Take the time to watch the news coming from Hungary and you will see that “advancement of peace” does not live in Europe,nor does “democracy and human rights”.
If a Country calls itself UNITED it shouldn’t be just over “spread and banking issues” but it should be able to handle International emergencies as ONE. We are assistint to a TOTAL FAILURE of the EUROPEAN UNION as a body capable of delivering a UNITED POLICY when something like this Biblical Exodus is happening. It may not be easy I agree, but when ITALY and GREECE are left alone for years to deal with the emergency and only a few years and 400K refugees later Madame Merkel wakes up because a photographer publishes a photo od a three years old baby dead on the beach.
Today, after Hungary (that has suffered the claw of Comunisms for many years) finished building the barbed wire’s wall and attacked the refugees pushing at its border with tear gas and water cannons, and annouces the display of Humvees with machines guns at the borders with Serbia, Croatia announces that the refugeees can go through the Country (but be careful of the land mines on the fields) Over Three Thousand immigrants have perished in the Mediterranean in 2014. How many have still to suffer before the CRAZINESS ends?
EUROPE must take an UNITED stand as soon as possible if it wants to continue calling itself UNITED or else give up a name that doesn’t reflect the actions that it is taking to give these people the hope they need to continue on with their lives in Countries that are often responsible for what is happening where people are escaping from.
France and England are very fast to summon talks when the matter is of money and banks. They close their borders (in spite of the Schengen Treaty) and they washed their hands like modern time Pilat.
Countries who adopt hard measures against people escaping from war should be banned from being called EUROPEAN and France, England and Hungary should belong to something else. I have nothing else to add but “I do not consider myself European anymore because I feel ashamed to belong to such a disgraceful array of useless Countries” I was born in Italy. I will proudly condider myself Italian because we have accepted many of these desperate people long before the International Community started to even care about them”
I will not call myself an EUROPEAN until Countries like Hungary fire tear gas against people escaping from wars or if they are thrown out, ALONG with ENGLAND and FRANCE. Shame on you.
Quando frequentavo il Broward Community College di Fort Lauderdale, negli anni 80, una delle classi a cui mi ero iscritto e mi dava tanta soddisfazione era la classe di ARTE. Si parlava di pittura, di scultura, di fotografia. Ricordo che l’insegnante un giorno ci disse che “Per fare una bella foto, dovete girare, girare, girare attorno al vostro soggetto. Sembra banale, ma così facendo avrete la completa idea di quello che state ritraendo.” Verissimo. Provare per credere. Oggi parleremo delle superfici riflettenti. Mentre camminate per un bellissimo centro storico della meravigliosa penisola Italiana vi capiterà di vedere case, monumenti, castelli, scorci meravigliosi, e chissà quante altre bellezze. L’ultima volta che sono stato a Firenze per esempio, mi sono trovato di fronte al duomo. Quante foto sono state fatte a questo simbolo del Rinascimento Italiano? Milioni. Ecco che la creatività entra in gioco. Voglio e debbo fare una foto diversa, una foto che nessuno abbia mai fatto. Impossibile? In Fotografia nulla è impossibile.Bisogna però pensare alla luce come ad un pennello, e disegnare qualcosa di nuovo. Mi son guardato in torno ed ecco il mio aiuto; un’auto della polizia con un bel cofano blu rivolto verso la facciata del duomo.Ecco il risultato in questa foto
. Il duomo risulta riconoscibile e distorto.Una foto unica ed irripetibile.Questo è lo scopo della foto creativa; creare nuove immagini, soprattutto creare uno stile personale in modo che un’osservatore attento che veda quella foto possa dire: “Quella è una foto di Tizio, Caio, o Sempronio” senza bisogno che ci sia scritto sotto il nome. Le superfici riflettenti ci sono sempre. Un fiume, una pozzanghera,uno specchio, una vetrina, un paio di occhiali da sole,il cerchione di un’auto. Usateli, guardatevi attorno, aprite gli occhi ad altre forme non comuni.. Girate attorno alla chiesa, al castello, alla persona che volete fotografare, guardate in su, in giù a destra a sinistra, sopra e sotto. La luce è lì per voi, per essere usata. Che abbiate uno smarthphone o una fotocamera professionale non importa. Dovete scattare la foto. Ecco altri esempi: Treviso, una viuzza bellissima con una pozzanghera.La prima foto rende l’idea della via intera. La seconda scende nel particolare. Fate le due foto così potrete confrontare e discutere sull’uso delle superfici riflettenti.
Altro esempio.La peschiera di (www.villatoderini.it) fotografata in modo che il cielo vi si rifletta. In un secondo momento, ho girato la foto di 360 gradi ed ecco che il risultato fa sembrare che l’acqua sia il cielo stesso. Non è difficile vero? Basta pensarci.
Ed ecco una delle mie preferite: Burano. Le case coloratissime si riflettono nel canale. Se amate la fotografia, se la passione per lo scatto vi brucia dentro, fatevi un regalo; una giornata a Burano vi risciaquerà l’animo e vi riempirà la testa di colori. Buona fotografia a tutti. SE volete chiarimenti o volete contattarmi per qualsiasi domanda scrivetemi a email@example.com