A solitary curve lights up in the darkness of Crete’s mysterious nightscape, cutting through the rock with a red trail as if etched by time itself.
The sea lies still, gathered beneath the day’s final breath, while the horizon fades into hues of orange and deep blue.
The car’s light is the only movement crossing the silence of this landscape, an island shaped by folds, shadows, and headlands.
It is a suspended moment, heavy with secrets and ancient stories that the stones have never ceased to guard.
Born in Milan on November 28, 1977, I’ve been living in Bormio for many years, where I work as a ski instructor and draw endless inspiration from the surrounding mountains and nature.
Photography, to me, is not just about representation, it’s about interpretation.
Many of my..
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