[Photographer, b. 1947, Ravenna, Italy, lives in Paris.]
Photography goes beyond the limits of reality and illusion. It brushes up against another life, another dimension, revealing not only what is there but what is not there.
My life is full of pictures I didn’t take, or that I just took with my mind because I wasn’t fast enough with the camera.
We all have a sort of mask of expression. You say goodbye, you smile, you are scared. I try to take all these masks away and little by little subtract until you have something pure left. A kind of abandon, a kind of absence.
There’s no logic in the realm of the imagination. It’s more about feelings, emotion and love. You can’t explain why you fell in love with someone because some emotions cannot be [described properly]. It’s the same for me with photography.
If you are a photographer, you are always on, and your work life and private life are one and the same.
Every photograph is an encounter, an intimate, reciprocal confession.
My studio is a place for chance, the dream, the imaginary to prevail. I give these forces as much space as I can.
Every photograph is like a moment of seductive love even if there is no intercourse.