My neighbors
Italy is in lockdown since the 9thof March going outside is forbidden if not for groceries or urgnet needs and our daily routines are confined indoors.
Striving for some diversion, I’ve started observing my neighbours. We have crossed paths almost daily in the past but hardly ever looked at each other if not spoken. I look out of my balcony and watch the 20th century’s building in front of me, I open the door of my apartment and look down the stairs, the first piece of the limited world I now navigate.
This is where I start meeting my neighbors: the characters of my story.
I watch these people, unknown to me in the past and now, suddenly, a precious company in my long isolations days. It’s in the common spaces where we meet, staircases and balconies, that I compose my picture’s diary. I shoot in black and white as the lack of colors enhances the memory of this unique “collective isolation” experience.
