Borderline

What I am and who I am as a photographer?

OK, this is one of the best photos made this year. But it's not always a party.

Always on the edge with the mistake or sailing in it, in a sort of rough ocean. Photographing on the street and taking up the challenge, with myself.

I go through neighborhoods and I do it with a quick pace. Suddenly I slow down. I raise the camera and shoot.

A constant challenge that is also determined by the change of settings, not to have everything in control, to push the camera in an extreme way, always in the balance with the crash.

Borderline. It is my constant which is a constant flirting with failure. This is why I love Street Photography. This is why I chose Street Photography. This is why I am a street photographer.

The best photos are those that have that imperfection that a moment later would have been nothing. Losing a photo means never finding that image again forever. It means not having grasped a dimension, a perception of reality enclosed in the blink of an eye.

I have questioned everything. Once again.

This year my photography moved, stretched, lengthened and shortened. I experimented, I hit my head against a rubber wall, I searched and found solutions, I softened positions, I smelled the opportunity, I redesigned my path, I met new paths, new poems, new aesthetics.

But I always stay on the border. The blur and the disruption, the blur is disaster, the blur is the certainty of reality, the blur is a fucking success. The annihilating and stunning dimension of my being. This is how photography becomes alive, real, vibrant. I become one, I body and mind, my camera, my fucking breath, the carnivorous presence of the outside world that becomes a wendigo.

The notes I write to myself are a message for others. A non-stop blogger, a daily photographer who never stops. Guys, now you have the photos: