The region where I live, Friuli-Venezia Giulia in northeast Italy, is very small, and very unknown. It sits, both geographically and historically, right between the north and the south, the east and the west. Its landscapes reflect that in a very precise way, and there’s so much variety in them, that I always get a certain sense of displacement, no matter how far I’m moving through it. FIrst part of three series.
TRUST ME IT'S ALL REAL
No matter how strange they look, things are generally the result of the most banal sequence of events. A single picture shows the final part of that process, often turning the mundane into the absurd. You touch and feel the surface, realizing it’s all plastic, so fake and yet so true at the same time.
THE NORTHERN TROPICS
As the climate keeps changing at a not-so-manageable speed, the man-altered landscape transforms too, as in the case of the northern
Adriatic shores, the only area in the entire Mediterranean where the
Phoenix and Washingtonia palm species have not yet been introduced
In the summer of ’44, thousands of Cossack soldiers, together with their families, occupied the Italian region of Carnia. It doesn’t matter whether you’re coming from 5,000 km away, or you were born in the next valley, anywhere is far away in Carnia.