Il Bacio is a short film, but also a photo story. Yes, a photo novel.
When Interni Magazine asked me to photograph some seating for the April issue, I wondered how all this could translate into something more than the simple formal exercise of constructing an imaginary, framing, lighting and giving visual dignity to those objects.
I remembered my aunt who, when I was a child, every she kept an eye on me and it happened that, to keep an eye on me, she dragged me wherever she had to go.
She came back to my mind under the helmet, at the hairdresser, in the early 80s in the province of Naples, who read the photo novels </ strong> Launch. My aunt was a rigid woman but under the helmet, she became vulnerable, smiling, almost aware of having a body, </ strong> an identity, a possibility of being something else.
In short, that memory forced me to write, obviously bringing my themes into that narrative form, and after writing I wanted with all my strength to produce the same story in a cinematic key.
I cannot anticipate the story here, if you see the short, or read the photo story, you will understand that if I did I would have taken away the joy of understanding where those words, the movements, the light are going. But certainly a reflection on what the objects with which we choose to live mean, on the other hand, seems relevant to me. (continues below)
