A slower look

Stories that unfold in the quiet — never posed, always present.

Features from the Other Side

Between one assignment and the next, the world keeps unfolding slowly, quietly.

These photographs come from that stillness — moments caught without intention, strangers framed by shifting light, cars left to rest like relics, and forgotten towns soaked in dust and silence. There is no agenda here, only instinct and timing guiding the lens.

Shot in high contrast black and white or washed out vintage hues, each frame tells a small story — sometimes tender, sometimes raw, always honest. Together they trace a personal geography made of places, pauses, and passing moments that linger longer than they should.

 

I walk slow and discreet, photographing without being seen, like an observer drifting in the background.

A white vintage car parked on a concrete driveway beneath two large leafy green trees, with a clear blue sky overhead.
People waiting with bicycles on a ferry in a city harbor, with tall buildings and a boat in the background.
Gothenburg. A city of contrasts.
A vineyard with rows of young grapevines supported by stakes, set on rolling green hills under a partly cloudy sky.
People participating in a traditional festival with flags and banners, some wearing uniforms with patches, in a crowded outdoor street scene.
Close-up of a vintage gold-colored car wheel with a wire-spoke rim and a black tire, parked on a cobblestone surface.
Lost in Memories
People sitting at outdoor tables on a sidewalk terrace of Café Husaren, with a display of pastries in the window behind them.
Who am I to disturb his peace? A quiet frame, gently stolen from the stillness. Some people carry entire stories in the way they rest.
Street signs on a pole pointing to Tinerplatz, Slottskogen, and Saluhall Brggen, with a historical building with a red roof and tower in the background against a clear blue sky.
Cluster of small, round, reddish-brown dried berries or seeds mixed with debris.
Head down, lost in his own world.
A white luxury sedan parked on a cobblestone street with an urban building in the background and graffiti on a nearby utility box.
An elderly man in a beige jacket sitting on a park bench under a large tree, overlooking a city street with cars and a modern building in the background.
Honor and tradition. The weight of heritage worn on a bruised face.
A black vintage pickup truck parked on a brick sidewalk in front of a building under construction with scaffolding and white tarp, with a sign that reads 'BCC Milano'.
Close-up of the tail fins and taillights of a vintage pastel green car on a cobblestone surface.
Cigarettes and quiet moments.
A street decorated with red, white, and blue banners featuring a spade symbol, with people wearing red and black clothing, some with spade symbols, amidst a messy ground covered with onions.
A tall industrial chimney with white sections and a metal structure at its base, surrounded by green trees and a building on the right, under a clear blue sky.
Close-up of a vintage car wheel with a central hubcap, spokes, and a decorative ring.
An elderly man browsing items at a street market stall on a cobblestone street in a European city, with other street vendors and pedestrians in the background.
Golden Era.
A young man with curly hair, dirty face, and wearing a black jacket standing in a crowded outdoor event, with people and tents around, and a mural of a staircase on a building in the background.
People celebrating in a street parade with a large dragon puppet, sunlight shining down, and US flags hanging on buildings.
Matteo, he loves Land Rovers as much as he loves photography.
An old stone archway with a small window at the back, greenery hanging from above, a wooden bench below the window, leaves scattered on the steps and ground, and a brick wall on the right.
A parking garage with a small black car with white racing stripes parked near a stone wall, and a blue sign indicating directions to Los Angeles.
A man with long hair and sunglasses leaning against a silver Porsche sports car parked on the street, with the Eiffel Tower visible in the background.
Close-up of a person wearing a beige jacket and a black watch with an orange strap, standing next to a vintage white Rolls-Royce car with a partial view of its license plate.
In black and white, I see all the colors of my land.
A black station wagon with a blue cargo box on top parked on an empty street in front of a modern office building, with a sign showing directions for tram line 2.
Two people standing next to a vintage gold-colored car on a city street at night, with a store window in the background.
Behind-the-scenes shot of a film crew filming in a garage with cars parked inside, viewed from the dark interior of a vehicle.
A man with dark hair, beard, wearing a black cap, and a multicolored sweater, stands in a garage filled with various cars. He is looking at a yellow vintage car with the driver's side door open. Behind him, other people and cars are visible.

Not the performance, but the pause between takes.

Close-up of professional film camera mounted on a Stabilizer in front of vehicle dashboard.

The Sound of the Journey

A song I often return to. Cumberland Gap captures a feeling of open roads, distant memories, and the faded hues of an American dream. It’s a sound that evokes nostalgia, the warmth of vintage textures, and the rhythm of slow travel.

Black-and-white photo of a man with a beard and glasses, wearing a baseball cap, looking to the side.

A Life in Still Frames

I move through the world quietly, camera in hand, drawn to overlooked details and stories that rarely ask to be told. My work lives in the spaces between nostalgia and precision — in a grainy shadow under a sunlit car, or in the quiet dignity of an elderly man’s gaze.

Raised in the hills of northern Italy and shaped by the dusty elegance of cinema, I photograph with intention. Whether I'm documenting a one-of-a-kind automobile, the fading texture of an old building, or a moment of silence between strangers, I shoot with a sense of discretion, never imposing, always observing.

My vision is retro not by design, but by instinct. I’m drawn to warm, vintage tones and the tension between light and time. What I create is not just an image, but a trace, a suggestion of something lived.

Every photo is a slow walk. I watch, I wait. And when it’s time, I press the shutter, quietly.