Me, Imperfectly

I’m a photographer.

I haven’t always been a photographer, you know. I approached this art just a decade ago and never as a professional photographer.

I’ve always loved photographing people, which is the reason I mainly take portraits. In these years, I’ve been lucky to meet tens of models and to work with amazing make-up artists. All of these collaborations helped me shape my artistic vision and improve my skills. Taking a portrait is not only about setting the light and the composition. There’s another soul involved in the creation, and the work of the photographer is to make sure the model can perform at the top of their skills.

I’ve taken tens of thousands of images in this decade.

As I find myself looking back into my archive (I do this every month to offer you my Unpublished series), I realize how critical I have become with my own work. I discovered that I saved images that today I would not even process. That’s part of the growth. And a difficult part because it means being objective enough to trash part of your creations.

Today, looking back, I see my images and none of them I can consider a masterpiece. However, all of them are truly mine. Are truly me, if that makes sense.

With my photography, I’m not searching for perfection. I leave this to AI (not necessarily with a negative meaning). With my photography, I search for real emotions. I prefer an image which is slightly out of focus, with slight processing, but that grabs your attention and takes you into the depths of the model’s eyes and mood and feelings.

Sometimes I achieve it, and when it happens, I have reached my goal.

I won’t sell and probably never become a professional for which clients will pay loads of money.

But I will be me.

With a collection of non-masterpieces.

Take care and talk soon.