Letters from the CityCategory
And here I am, amidst the puffs
Of smoke, flying dust.
For the future’s lure,
My breath is sold.
As I follow my shadow towards her,
I feel the cool stone beneath my feet.
Light creeps in through her traceries
And her presence dawns on me.
It is the sixth consecutive day that I am photographing here. After so many long hours of shooting, the neighbourhood finally starts to feel famili…
Glyphs crawl and scrawl over
History reddened with
wine and blood
Walking along Via Prenestina in the east of Rome, we are approaching a yellow brick building behind a lonely roundabout. Its shutters are down, the…