My love for photography began when I first got my little hands on my father's Yashica 35mm. I wasn't yet allowed to use the then 10-year-old camera unsupervised, but my dad would often buy me disposable cameras to help me gain practice.
I credit my passion for photography to my Nonno. In his early twenties, he made ends meet by attending four to six weddings a weekend, snapping photos of the guests on his Polaroid camera, and selling the scatti rubati to the guests. He wasn't a professional photographer. He worked in factories and lumber yards most of his life. But he enjoyed capturing these moments for others and continued to do so for several years.
I believe in finding beauty in the imperfections. The slight blur of a hand reaching across the table. Fallen flower petals and coffee-stained linen. Recreating the moments as they are and invoking feelings of romance and nostalgia.