Projects

The theater the street street language stone pavement makes sounds of moans and groans
The years of pounding
The cracks are many
making gestures stir
Opposites pulsate the air of Sicily Robert Frank Pablo Neruda Picasso Williams messengers of code swirl in my head showing the underside belly of choice
Lollipops charged faces unspoken thought embraces I remember every movement Mr. Antonioni
Winds howl along the gray sea that day lifting the black delicate lace dress We collectively walk along alone Standing still stop
we walk along together hanging onto we walk we sit hanging onto we lay hanging onto hanging onto you and me we hang on
and on and on and alone we
We go go go go go
to relations repeating what we already know

Filled with contradictions that run to the ground, faces that are so aggressive body language that frightens you but pulls you in. There is a bohemian feeling for me when I get there it is like Johan and I could just stay and live there forever, we would walk for hours take our vespas around eat drink cook photograph paint and just be. Sicily is my place from the streets of Palermo to the alley ways of Taormina to the small piazzas that line Corleone. Every one turns and stares as you enter, the stranger is here.

 

Photographed in FiumeFreddo, Mazara del Vallo, Mondello, Palermo and Taormina, Sicily

A photography group exhibit in Milan this past fall organized by Alessandro Calascibetta the fashion director and vice president of Rizzoli Milan Publishing, this show was dedicated to mens fashion. Alessandro and I worked on many fashion stories in Milan in the 1990's and I have a very dear place for him in my heart. We reconnected several years back and are also shooting with the great Carlo Ortenzi, his fashion editor. Carlo and I metaphorically always go on a road trip, we choose where we want to go, he adds this road I add another, we revisit but we always know we are going in the same direction.