I’ve been to Rome thirty-six times. I know that sounds like a lot, and honestly it surprises me too when I say it out loud. But Rome is one of those cities that keeps pulling you back- and every single time, without fail, I find something I hadn’t noticed before.
In November 2023, my wife Gaby and I got married inside the Sala Rossa of Palazzo Vecchio, walked the streets of Florence in the rain with two good friends behind the cameras, and threw a party at Palazzo San Niccolò with the people we love most. Two weeks later, we packed up our life and moved to Recco, on the Ligurian coast, to begin a new chapter.
One of the luxuries on this trip was time. Because I was staying nearby while exploring northern Italy as a potential place to live, I was able to return to Piacenza more than once and watch the city change with the weather, the light, and my own attention.
Piacenza was part of a longer stretch of travel through Italy, one of those periods where every train ride quietly carried a second question underneath it: could we actually live here? We were searching for places that felt a little slower, a little greener, a little more breathable without being completely disconnected.
I walked into Milan without a plan, no shot list, no checklist, nothing. I just knew I wanted to spend time in the city and photograph whatever pulled me in.
Before moving to Italy, I couldn’t have confidently pointed to Verona on a map. It was one of those names that felt familiar without ever being placed. And if I’m honest, I had even less of an idea of what I’d actually find there with a camera.
I’m super excited to announce the release of a new fine art collection inspired by one of northern Italy’s most quietly beautiful cities, Cremona. Through this series I wanted to capture the soul of a place. That sense of familiarity yet the unknown hidden in the depths of the alleys as the light creates natural spotlights. A sense of Cremona being lived-in.
I stopped by MHOPS on opening night mostly out of curiosity. I already spend a lot of time at MOG, usually working remotely while rotating between coffee, meals, and the occasional drink. It is one of the few places in Genoa where you can settle in for hours and still have access to proper food and good coffee without needing to move every thirty minutes.
My wife and I were staying in Santo Stefano Lodigiano for a couple of weeks, as I had a handful of cities I wanted to check out that were reachable from the country house we had found for ourselves and the dogs.
Every September, Recco turns into something different. Bells echo through the hills, cannons shake the air, colored smoke rises from the riverbed, fireworks sparkle in the night sky, and the streets fill with the tantalizing smell of food. This is the Sagra del Fuoco, the feast of the Madonna del Suffragio.
