Whenever I’m in Venice, walking around, taking pictures, my fusion with my surroundings is such that I perceive the village, its lagoon, its islands, as an extension of myself. It’s a sweet and peculiar intoxication. Nothing is more strange and exciting than to lose oneself at night in the Venetian labyrinth, camera in hand.
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