For Silvia, who took me to southern latitudes, to places where everything flows with a beautiful ease
In Ersilia, to establish the relationships that sustain the city’s life, the inhabitants stretch strings from the corners of the houses, white or black or gray or black-and-white according to whether they mark a relationship of blood, of trade, authority, agency. When the strings become so numerous that you can no longer pass among them, the inhabitants leave: the houses are dismantled; only the strings and their supports remain.
Italo Calvino, Invisibles cities, 1967
I lived in Lyon, France, from summer 2oo8 until fall 2o13. I have not much photographed the city where I learnt photography… I’ve spent much more time in libraries, bookstores, at home, vernissages or in warm pubs, rather than wandering the streets taking pictures. Althought I’ve met interesting people, I never felt myself part of Lyon, many many times I asked myself : “Why I have not good vibes with this town?”
Weather, food and humour are main characters to connect people, maybe the answer is in those words…
Althought I’ve tried, my efforts, they did not lasted for long. Doing unilateral and unconvinced things do not lead to settle down. Where there is a battle, a resistance, a conflict, opposition, ideas pop-up… In a moment of fear, doubt arrives, it pops up, then calm, then is more acute, then it softens or it becomes energy, a driving element. Maybe the cause of wandering is an eternal and in-conformist search for a place to live.
Pictures were made with an Hasselblad XPAN, Kodak Tri-X and Ilford HP5+ in Lyon, FRANCE