This picture shows a charming Cupid gearing up for action. However, in real life this white-faced man is not a Cupid, but a mime. Every day he comes to work in the Uffizi Gallery’s courtyard and starts getting into his character in public.
People gathering around the mime gaze at him with interest. At times the man gets distracted by onlookers and asks them with signs to wait a bit until he completes his preparation.
The Wall and the Man
During one of my strolls in Siena, I noticed how an old man came to the shop window and started peering into it. I was amazed as he seemed to have almost merged with the wall butted against the window.
And he stood there for so long, absorbed in his thoughts, or, maybe, just looking narrowly at something in the window, that I could not stop pondering over what object he might have been looking at. Or, maybe, this is far from being the case?
The Strange man
I met this strange old-fashioned man on the street of Florence. He wore an old-style cloak and carried an umbrella in his hand. He stood looking around or waiting for someone for quite a while, maybe, for half an hour or longer.
So, I had enough time to choose the right composition and the right moment to take this photo. It is in theory. In practice, he kept looking at me to check what I was doing.
It was a rainy winter day. I was wandering around Florence in search of the house where famous Russian film director Andrei Tarkovsky lived for several years. And going down the street and eyeing the person in front of me I started brooding over the cinematic language.
For me this photo depicts a whole story, just like a flim does, but encased in a single frame.
This unusual scene I witnessed almost by chance in Venice, but this literary association came to me straight away. For some reason I imagined that they were artists moving from a small studio into a new and light one. And this photo seemed to capture the exact moment when they were carrying their paintings.
Of course, this is my own interpretation of the scene, and I may be wrong. But it is still a lovely story, isn’t it?
The Passionate Hands
If I was asked to capture the feeling of love, I would pick this photograph of a kissing couple, which was made by chance in one of the windows on the Ponte Vecchio (“Old Bridge” in Italian) in Florence.
While examining this picture, I am always amazed at how feelings can be conveyed only by hands.
The bicycle, the hat and the coin
I made this shot in Bologna. There is something interesting in its composition – a bicycle, an old man and a “coin” sign. So, it contains some contradictions in the picture, like, for instance, a graffiti on an old wall.
Night in Florence
It was Christmas Eve. As for me this man resembles Santa looking for his next delivery address or just examining a map on his smartphone.