Twelve years had passed since I last visited the "Big Apple" and my passion for photography at that time was not even a distant thought. This summer, however, I went there specifically for photography.
Twelve years had passed since I last visited the "Big Apple" and my passion for photography at that time was not even a distant thought. This summer, however, I went there specifically for photography.
The Confession of a Shark is a tale. A tale of suspended characters and frozen scenes, fixed points of view and stopped sceneries. The atmosphere is at the same time relaxed and intent, there is the hint of an action, concealed and withheld. An action stopped in the fraction of second which could sign its end or its start, suspended in the doubt of a resolution or of a departure. This tale never repeats itself,...