By a decision of fate, I was born in Rome too many years ago. And my bio could end here. After all, all you should care about is whether I am a good photographer or not. But the algorithms and search engines have decided that I should put some text, so I will tell you something about myself. And here comes the tricky part. Usually in these cases you fall into a kind of self-praise, painting yourself as different from others, only to realise that all bios are the same and boring.
I don’t want to bore you, and I don’t want to bore myself either, so I will write things that perhaps make little sense and have no key words, but are perhaps truer.
Being born in Rome, in a Rome different from today, has given me many things, such as irony, love of history and art, the search for beauty, curiosity and knowing how to cope in any situation. And these are the attitudes that guide my work as a photographer.

Coming back to me, I may be trite but I love animals, I have four dogs, a foundling sparrow and a horse, who all look me in the eye in the same way, transmitting directly into my soul a profound and incessant question – “When do we eat?”.
And yet I love them unconditionally.
In the same way that I love putting myself in the most absurd situations in order to have something to tell, to photograph, to write about. Whether it is in the city, lost in a forest, in an abandoned villa or in a disco at three in the morning. I see the world as a big show where the director and set designer are on a coffee break all the time, leaving actors and propsmen to their fate.

I practise many sports in a bad way, especially surfing in a disgraceful way, my board entrances into the water are an insult to Poseidon, yet it makes me feel so free that even the gods forgive me.

Contrary to photography, I am really good at it. It’s not conceit, it’s really the only thing I’m good at. Perhaps because my grandfather passed on his passion to me, his cameras, his time-worn negatives and his stories. As a child, he gave me his Ricoh 500 G, and I started wandering around my city, with 36 shots and my eyes wide open.

Eventually this passion for stories and photos made me become a photojournalist. It was a wonderful time, without schedules or lunch breaks, eternally in a rush, with ‘no entry’ signs always behind my back.

Wedding photography became a wonderful way to continue telling stories. The journalistic experience has given me the opportunity to develop a different approach, trying to avoid poses, putting the focus on the story, on spontaneity, always looking for something new.

In the end, the question is: am I a good photographer? The answer is definitely not the best photographer in the world, and definitely not the worst photographer in the world, but certainly a photographer with his own style. And if you like my style, then I am the right photographer for you.