Taken here in Colle di Val d’Elsa (Siena), in June 2022 while exploring a small town in Tuscany. That’s not my car, but I wish it was!

I’m writing again, after about two years hiatus.

I chose to stay quiet and keep a low profile after some difficulties, and abandoned my blog. I decided to focus on my private life instead and, mostly, on my (relatively new) job which is amazing, demanding and hard.

I sidelined not only writing but also photography, music, running, reading…so many things. Too many things to be precise, that at a certain point I started to miss a lot.

In a little over then one year I lost two very dear persons and last September I spent few days back to my beloved London. Both events held plenty of meaning to me, gifting me with moments of both clarity, regrets and confusion, followed by periods of generalised anxiety (an old unwelcome friend of mine). I do not know if I’m wiser now or if I learned how to better understand my value, or people’s and stuffs’. Surely, I’ve learned so many lessons (which won’t mean I won’t do mistakes), some stuffs gained the status of “priority”, some old priorities have reshuffled. Long story short: I am very much motivated to focus and concentrate on people and things that matter to me.

I’ve slowly started over to photograph, happily adding film to my usual digital gear. (Un)fortunately, I had lost all interest in making photographs according to some unidentified aesthetic or fashion standard that I was unable to emulate, and that only made me feel a meaningless and stupid replica of a copy of a copy of a copy… hence I have deliberately shed all the pressure on me of wishing to be a pro photographer (which, lets’ be real, I won’t ever be, never, I’m too old for that), deciding I only want to take pictures for the mere joy that pushing my camera shutter and making a memory bring. Simple, refreshing and… liberating.

I want to reclaim the beauty and the positive of making photos without any overthinking, plus sometimes the magic of developing my own film, which is always a marvellous surprise and also brings me some healthy dose of frustration whenever I discover that I shot some “wrong” frame.

I want to improve my life, and give the most positive meaning to my photographic devices (and simultaneously stay far away to getting obsessed with them) and somehow, I know that making memories would do the trick.

I’m excited because this feels fresh, a fresh (re)start and my heart is in it. I am also interested in a #slowerpace, minimalism and disconnecting from workaholism: I want to give a chance to the idea that moving slower can produce better results, both professionally and personally.

Here I expect to write around a broad variety and intersection of topics, plentiful of which will be experiments, many more will show up as unfinished, others may or may not come to anything meaningful in the end. To be totally honest, I have no idea where I’m going to but I feel the need to go somewhere, or at least to try to.

Truth is, the mission of all such writing will simply be cathartic: a stream of consciousness perhaps, written shenanigans to just get thoughts out of my head. Somewhere I read “some things are better out than in”, and that’s exactly what I mean here.