Firenze is for the maestros. Florence is sweet shops and pignolis and bridges. Florence is the Renaissance. It is inventions and giants and towers. It is candied almonds and hot chocolate and olive trees. It is truffled pesto. It is chestnuts and hazelnut cream. Florence is old bookshops and new students among a sea of young faces and young lovers’ bodies. It is rolling hills and gardens. It is palazzos and art museums and intrigues. It is Dante’s inferno. It is Savonarola’s funeral pyre. It is the last gasp of the Medicis.
The amazingly intact and ancient Greek ruins of Paestum in southern Italy, in Capaccio, Salerno, Campania, Italy.
Florence is the city of A Room With a View. It is a city of dreams and art mingling together with the young bodies of students experiencing the ancient and the archaic for the first time. It is marble and beauty and built for war.
Rome is a Fellini movie. It is the annual barbarian invasion. It is a lack of catalytic converters. It is hundreds of vespas whirring and beeping through roundabouts. It is a hypnotic siren screaming through the city.
Salerno, Italy (portra film, 2017) Beautiful southern Italian area of Campania.
Naples is a sprawling, glittering, wild animal of a city, it is the pulse and growl of a wild thing. It is a faded kingdom, a half empty castle, a city on a hill. It is the Spaccanapoli, it is the best coffee in the world, the best bread, the best pizza. It is the tarnished jewel of the south, it is, as oneMilanese said to me recently, the North’s shame. It is proud.
Borromini the architect, and his Quatro Fontane church of Rome... and the amazing ancient Santa Maggiore chiesa.
Soft portra film shots of Anacapri, Capri, Italy.
A surprise engagement the groom planned (and had me hide and shoot the surprise proposal) in Rhode Island and a beautiful wedding in Philadelphia and New Jersey in 2012. Jessica & Daniel.
Sorrento is a bustling city-village. It is on the edge of the Bay of Naples, the connector to sights and sounds of the Amalfi coast. Sorrento is orange and lemon scented. It is orange and lemon groves and tomatoes on the vine, ripening to a deep red. It is gigantic, fleshy lemons used for white fish and sweet delicate lemons for limoncello. It is capers and shellfish and bufalo mozzarella from Campania.
Rome is an open-aired art museum, a feast for all the senses. It is packed with all that I want out of life, footsteps away from the next breathtaking view or taste. It is life and death in some delicate balance, in a dance on the edge of something imperceptible. It is the footsteps of Artemisia Gentileschi, it is the footsteps of the Caesars. It is 6,000 year old Egyptian obelisks, it is 1800 year old Aurelian walls, it is the Grand Old Tour still walkable. It is the burial grounds of the English Romantic Poets. It is a dream. It is the eternal city. All roads still lead to it.
Rome in remnants.
The broken ancient admired by youth in Rome.
The autumnal delight of Rome in October. Persimmons and cupolas.
It is difficult to express what it feels like at the golden hour in Rome, it is a mood, it is an experience, it is a way of life that doesn't hit you until you are in the midst of it, soaking the quiet joy in.
I love shooting candids of people in love with the city and with each other.
Neapolitan man. 2010s.
Neapolitan soldier, 2010s.
Trastevere is one of my favorite Roman neighborhoods.
I photograph statues like people. Venus Aphrodite, Vatican museum, 2012.
Napoli is the street, it is life in the streets. Naples is long, narrow alleyways, with tiny rows of iron balconies draped neatly with laundry. It the smell of the sea. It is the best view of Vesuvius. Naples is a garbage problem. It is 30% unemployment thirty years running. Naples is beautiful between the shadows.