Nighthawks
Before embarking on a journey, I’ve always wanted to read up on every detail about the destination I was about to reach: Baedeker’s guidebooks, Lonely Planet’s and Touring Club’s ones.. I wanted to be prepared, I didn’t want to leave anything up to chance.
So, off with a tight schedule: the alarm clock set early in order to be agile and snappy, after a bit of a morning stretch, ready to go visiting museums, castles, cathedrals, monuments ..
My “mechanical notebook” was always with me, my loyal camera; I started with an old folding camera equipped with its rolls c120 I founded in the attic that belonged to my uncle, and then I moved on to analogues SLR and digitals.
So, I kept on shooting so that I could bring back home all the images I wished to show to the ones I loved.
Later on, as I was growing up, the eagerness for bringing home these items decreased, or rather, it changed.
Couples professing their eternal love in front of the Empire State Building, a drunkard asleep on a table of a Miami’s bar and taxi drivers speeding away with their yellow cabs entered the lens…yes, I wanted them to be with me metaphorically speaking, I wanted to introduce them to my friends as soon as I got home.
So why not wait for the night to fall ?
Well, darkness eases all tensions, cradles the dreams, turns on desires…
Paolo Pelosi Bonini
