milano

I shooted Nicola in Milano few days ago. I discovered him in October on a bus. I was fascinated by his hair and his mood. I take those pictures in my new no man’s land of Milano, a space for homeless not very far from Navigli area.

He told me it wasn’t possible to take pictures of him smoking because his parents doesn’t want to. He started to smoke without me asking to do it. That’s what I love about photography.

I am gay, fuck you. That’s what it means. Funny. In Porta Genova.

That was yesterday. Today is sunny. This city is driving me crazy.

So, it’s started to rain. Autumn in Milano. People are getting crazy running here and there, thousands of umbrellas. I actually like the rain and the fact all the people run looking down. It makes me feel transparent.

They say Milano is not a romantic city…

New York City in Milano.

On my way to yoga, listening to Leonard Cohen. The last time we saw you, you looked so much older your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder you’d been to the station to meet every train and you came home without Lili Marlene.

An empty Naviglio Grande. Is time to go back home after work, have dinner and then, maybe, go for a walk. Libraccio in open until 11PM.