Chapiteau by Teresa Visceglia

For a short time a circus stopped in the city where I live. Neither  small nor very large, that kind with the animals and the famous name next to the more anonymous family name. 

Thanks to the wizard I entered the backstage of his chapiteau.There  a sort of fiction was being performed, a kind of depicted scene where waiting, preparations, tensions and complicity were acted in a small theatre in preparation to the show, the true life. And there I was, in that zigzag between life and performance, vanity and intimacy, grace and grotesque. [Official Website]