Death in Venice
“His face, pale and charmingly secretive, with the honey-colored hair curling around it, with its straight-sloping nose, its lovely mouth and its expression of sweet and divine earnestness, recalled Greek statues of the noblest period, and, along with its extremely pure perfection of form, it was of such unique personal charm that the onlooker thought he had never come across anything so felicitous either in nature or in art.” T. Mann, Death in Venice
Beauty, belonging to a landscape or a human being, has always drawn me. And like the old writer in Thomas Mann’s short novel, I often find it in young and delicate boys. My work deals with memory, reveries, and the perpetual mutability of the reality we live in.
The beauty of these ephebic boys is a great example of transformation. To me, it is as transitional as an awe-inspiring sunrise. Age and experience, indeed, might obliterate soon their delicate and enigmatic features. My series is a reflection upon their ephemeral charm, enthusiasm, and ambiguity. The way their presence graces the surrounding space is bewildering.
All the photographs are analogue, taken with a Holga 120.
The fragmented effect is the result of multiple exposures; each image is created directly on the roll-film and obtained by cutting – and subsequently scanning, a selected segment of the negative.