Saturday, December 31, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Apparently this video has very little to do with photography. Yet, the most experienced will soon recognize that this breathtaking clip is actually made of several still pictures taken from a standard (high-end) camera, mounted on a dolly with a remote controlled step motor that enables it to move the minimum that is necessary to make the resulting picture feel as if it was three dimensional. It's something worth being watched full screen and listened with an hi-fy audio system. Enjoy!
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Looks like we have no more chances to find ourselves alone. Anytime, anywhere, anyway eternally on-line. Our minds are no longer able to disconnect from the continuous flow of data that crosses thru them and goes by, as silently as it came in. Minutes flow and soon it's time to stand up and queue: boarding begins.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Eric Clapton has just finished to play his last hit, when some people start walking swiftly away from the mass that still lingers, crams and cries afoot the stage, wishing the old guitarist put his nose out again. I've got my couple of hours of music, standing with feet into a sticky mud, under heavy rainfall. I'm devastated. I'll throw away my jeans in a bin as soon as I'll reach my hotel room. I'll have to get back home tomorrow, before I do the same to my shoes. My watch says it's nearly eleven in the evening. Northern summer magic. I have to hurry: I could miss the last train to Asker.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
"Well," said Rabbit, after a long silence in which nobody thanked him for the nice walk they were having, "we'd better get on, I suppose. Which way shall we try?"
Sometimes I feel like Rabbit, one of Winnie the Pooh's best friends, in this excerpt. I walk on a path for long time, wishing someone is after me but, then, in a moment of disguise and distraction, I realize that no one is either at my side, nor on my tracks. Neither I dare to say that I wish someone could be waiting for me at the end of the trail. Still, I never give up, as I feel a constant need to find a way to get on ... and dream.
Something like this is happening again in these days of early June: I'm really drowning under a heap of work to do, whereas the heap of things that I'd love to do grows on and on ... They simply heap. I put down notes to stick somewhere and let them get yellow and dusty, day after day, month after month ... year after year.
I haven't been grown and educated in order to be able to manage my time as I should instead, for coping with all the different things I'd like to carry on. The result is this strange kind of feeling of being potentially able to do everything but, when it comes to facts, I throw constantly aside all my passions and projects and bow down my head to work.
I'm in Oslo this week. There are good chances this could be my last week spent in Norway, after six years of traveling up & down. Yet, I've completely wasted three evenings working till late in an empty open space, among cardboard boxes full of dusty books, rolls of disposed cables, keyboards and monitors in wait for someone to take them away.
Curtains are closing and I still linger on the stage, as if this could help me recollect all the wasted opportunities I had.
My photographic experience started here, on the banks of this town harbour, where you can still aim at people walking in the streets without being hit. I have still one night ahead and I can't miss it. I just need to get out of this state of lethargy I have recently entered. This could hopefully be a sign of recovery. The world is waiting for me!
And maybe, at least, a piece of good red herring I'll be.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
The PrintAid Project
Monday, March 7, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
But now I need to know what other people think of it. Anyone can leaf through the book pages using Blurb's preview facility (just click on the picture below). I'm not expecting for someone to buy it, even though it is actually possible. I'd certainly appreciate if you let me know your opinion, either good or bad.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Photographs, (C) Tiberio Fanti
Behind the glass of the small red wooden cabin on the highest top of Branno an open book, two candles, a window, an island, then another island and the ocean.
How comes this kind of relic, half scrap of plastic, metal, Ni-Cd & silicon is still able to give me emotions?
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
I'm not able to add anything more to help J. Stuart to get the deserved credits. Yet, the vision of his work sparkled some candid questions in my mind (you might be surprised, as well as I am, why I never asked them before ...): how strong is today, with current technology (the film was shot with a Canon D7), the relation between moving pictures and still? And how large is the blurred area that separates the first from the latter? Is it growing or narrowing? I'd really like to know your opinion about.