Ludovico Poggioli

Born as an exploration of a different sight of the camera, quickly became the diary of a monotonous trip.
Round trips overlapping like the faces met day after day, always the same, acquaintances lasted as fractions of a second, spread around the route, nuanced by the fatigue; but also beauty, light, rain, smiles, kindness, courtesy, tears.
Images like fragments of a trip dreamt although not desired, the city suddenly appearing, then the evening bringing you a silence thought lost, in an existence divided between desire and repulsion, unable to stop, still looking.