A child playing on a swing hanged on the remains of an immigrants’ boat. – © Marco Ristuccia
A photo about immigration that I have taken some time ago, and which today is even more actual than ever.
Place: Beach of Noto, near Siracusa (Sicily – Italy).
A happy child is playing on a swing hanged by unsuspecting bathers on the remains of an immigrants' boat. The vassel ran aground and then was slowly swallowed by the wet sand of the shore, to the point that only the metal top is left out, making it unrecognizable to beach goers (see the original ship here below).
An immigrant's stranded ship – © YouReporter
Piaggio Ape 501 – Salvatore Diamante – Gardener
This project shows a world whose roots lie in my childhood spent in Sicily, the place where I was born. It’s about one of the most precarious categories of workers who try to survive from day to day by making a living without the certainty of tomorrow. They are street vendors, farm hands, smiths, and other small artisans and workers who still represent an important working class, particularly in South Italy, that is largely affected by the current crisis and in general by globalization. Read more →
A lot of debates about mobile photography are still ongoing. Recently I read an article written by an Italian journalist, Roberto Cotroneo, who defines himself as an intellectual, writer and poet. In this article he nostalgically (and also pathetically) criticizes the alleged poor quality of the new mobile means and softwares. Continue reading →
It’s always nice when a new photo project finds me and not vice versa. It happens like magic, as if it were written in our destiny.
It all starts with some subtle signal, coincidences, radio interferences. At first I don’t even notice it, but then, slowly, the brain tunes to the right frequency and finally I realize. From that moment on, the conscious quest begins, a research that leads to a new discovery, to a new adventure.
Another summer is going to end. In the last period I switched almost completely to monochrome photography. Maybe I’m tired of the tawdry and distracting colors, or I’m just more prone to focus on the “form” rather than on the “substance”. I really don’t know the reason why, but it’s a fact that I started seeing things in black & white.
Let’s see what will come…