When I think back of last Saturday and Sunday I think of… bliss. I remember wandering through the wonderfully sunlit and quiet streets of Dorsoduro and San Polo on Saturday, where scaredy-cats that roam the main thoroughfares between San Marco and Rialto dont dare to set their feet for fear
When summer heat takes over, Venezia transforms yet again. It becomes a kaleidoscope of pitch black shadows and blinding shafts of light. To stay behind the scenes or to step onto the stage, that’s for you to decide…
New year, new camera, however, the destination remains the same. It almost feels as though I have to bring each of the cameras Ive ever owned there to bring it through the initiation rite of sorts to let the city show me exactly why the particular photographic contraption has come
The best thing about Venezia in August? The play of harsh, pitch black shadows and blinding sunlight. You think Im kidding? Im not. Not even a little. Ever since I got my hands on my now beloved Fuji camera Ive come to love chiaroscuro, because once you get darkness and
