Me and my Spider
I stopped many people who were in transit from one place to another, so that they could remain imprinted in my memory, in my heart, on my sensitive photo cards.
I photographed apparently happy or apparently sad men and women, people on the move, restless souls, people glad to share these moments with me, others ready to run away, ready to go, ready to return, ready to stay.
All of them were with their cars, MEANS to reach near destinations, far destinations, usual destinations, new destinations, right destinations, wrong destinations.
Some loved the car, some exploited it, some adored it, some hated it.
But they all drove it, or perhaps they were driven by it in return.
Paolo Pelosi Bonini