I’m an Italian Wedding Photographer, based in a lovely city of Le Marche, in the middle of Italy.
I love to travel for many and different destination, for work and pleasure and I love cinema and good wine.
But of course not just this.
Ansel Adams once said “You don’t make a photograph just with a camera.
You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen,
the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.”
I cannot show everything of what I am,
and or how much effort it took to me to grow as professional, even if I try.
But I can show you where I came from and what have made me a photographer and,
most important, how I learned the importance of taking photos in our lives.
From family stories my great-grandmother – the mother of my grandfather –
was a terribly attached-to-her-kitchen woman,
so was not allowed anyone to get into it except her…
I do not remember her face because she died shortly after I was born,
but they always told me that she spent many afternoons to gently rock my crib.
She and my great-grandfather, they married very soon,
and almost immediately having three children.
But also very soon she became a widow, so my grandfather, Antonino,
the younger, had to take care of the family with his brother, Giuseppe,
and think about their mother and their little sister, Ludovina.
They were very hard years, those in their teenage years: years marked by World War II, which in Italy have destroyed and razed entire towns and villages.
Fortunately, my family passed unscathed from the turmoil of those years, and my grandfather grew rapidly and became a representative of trade, traveling all over the country.
One day, during a party in the neighboring town, he noticed a sweet little girl, who was accompanied by her two sisters. He fell in love at first sight.
My grandfather always said to me: “her broad forehead, small nose, and green eyes made me fall in love with my little Rita”.
I swear, I’ve never seen a love so tender and devoted
as that between my grandfather and my grandmother.
From their marriage onwards they have not lived apart for even a day, and died a few years away from each other, keeping always on their lips a whisper to utter
the other’s name.
From their love, in 1960 was born their only child,
Maria Luisa, my mother.
The economic boom of the postwar radiated its energy for at least a decade, and those years were smiling and happy for my family.
The seventies brought with them a very different period, more thoughtful and complex, and my mother was a typical girl that grew between engaged songs and political readings.
But were the years leading up from north Italy also something else: a boy from Milan, fond of photography, named Flavio. I really have to tell you how it went?
One of my biggest regrets is not having enough pictures together with my mom.
She left us in 2013, just as the photograph was getting my full-time job.
But in my ears and in my heart I hold tight the words
of encouragement and pride that has always been looking at my photos.
Today I have a partner, which is not just a lover, but also my best friend.
I created new, solid roots with Stefano, the most important person in my life,
that always supports me with love and devotion.
But I know that if I am a stubborn woman, tenacious,
passionate lover of cinema, music, art and all forms of communication,
I owe it to all the people in my family, both past and future.
The legacy that my whole family has left me is ingrained in my soul,
and is the strength that makes me, now, happy as ever,
as a woman and as a photographer.
I hope for you this kind of awareness,
and have beautiful photographs to be handed down,
such as those I possess.
pics of Stefano and me are made by the lovely Gloria