PHOTOGRAPHY AS ACTIVISM IN WOMEN’S SPACES AND STORIES
I grew up with an adrenaline-fueled desire to do something
and here I am with women that I already knew and others that I met
during a journey of exploration and personal growth.
We are expressing ourselves and I hope it reaches you with strenght
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and here I am with women that I already knew and others that I met
during a journey of exploration and personal growth.
We are expressing ourselves and I hope it reaches you with strenght
CLICK ON THE IMAGES
TO KNOW MORE
CARLA,AROUND 1960
She is the starting point of this work
ALETU,22,FROM MILANO
I met Aletu in high school, and she’s never stopped surprising me since. Her gestures of freedom are her most beautiful traits, and with her, I feel free to be the truest version of myself.
MICHELA,22,FROM MILANO
Michi speaks to me while sitting on the carpet of her room in Paris, her hair blonder than ever, and the strength behind her words comes like a breeze that both shakes and refreshes everything.
PAOLA,39,FROM BRENO
Paola speaks to me from her living room, filled with plants she lovingly nurtures every morning after finishing her shifts at the community. She’s searching for innovation in every corner of the city.
LUCIA,59,FROM APRICENA
Lucia speaks to me with passion and transparency, allowing me to relive moments of her life filled with fragility, growth, and the awareness of the journey that shaped her into the woman she is today.
SILVANA,74,FROM VAL TELLINA
Silvi talks to me while knitting, her thoughts and hands moving in unison. Her words flow like a mountain stream, as she waves the colors and lines of her life together.
ALICE,22,FROM MILANO
Ali speaks to me with the last rays of autumn sun on her face, reflecting the same light that touches her skin as she expresses each thought with gentleness.
NATALIA,26,FROM ROMA AND MILANO
Nati has seen me grow , but I’ve also seen her grow, she makes me laugh, makes me feel safe, takes me to get tattoos, and dries my tears. She’s an example of a woman unafraid to be herself.
MANUELA,BORN IN 1946,FROM WHEREVER SHE WANTS
My grandmother stands up from the small couch across the fireplace that separated us during this conversation. She looks at me with eyes that feel different than usual more vulnerable. I think we really talked today.
PRISCA,23,FROM ROMA
I met Prisca at the port of Anzio on our way to Ponza we were choosing which slice of pizza to eat. Since then, I’ve seen her feel every emotion down to the very last layer of her skin.
MUNI,58,FROM ROMA
Then she told me to ask her what she likes least about herself, she answered to her own question and then we hugged. She teaches me a thousand things every single day.
LAURA,32,FROM FERRUZZANO
Laura came into my life like a whirlwind of thoughts, with an energy that could light up a thousand bulbs, she teaches me lightness within depth.
CLARA,18,FROM ROMA
Clara speaks to me from the couch in her room, lying down, looking at me with her large, sweet eyes, carefully choosing each word she uses.
OLIMPIA,21,FROM ROMA
Olli speaks to me wearing a pajama shirt inside-out, brushing her curls from one side to the other as a cascade of emotions plays across her face, each one surfacing only to dissolve into the next.
ADRIANA,ALMOST 71,FROM PONZA
Adriana wakes up almost at dawn every day and works all day in her garden, her vegetable patch and with her animals.
It’s not written anywhere, but she’s been working forever because, as she says, work in the countryside never ends.
LILLI,80,FROM ROMA
Lilli, or as we call her in the family, Aunt Lilli, speaks to me from a chair in her journalist’s study. The walls are covered with papers, photos, notes, and thoughts about Rome and the stories of her life.
CHIARA,43,FROM MILANO
Chiara speaks to me while continuing to push the stroller with her youngest daughter sleeping inside. We move together through the park and through her life.
RAFFAELLA,57,FROM ROMA
Raffaella speaks to me over a glass of orange juice she doesn’t touch until the very end. But she was touching on empathy, resilience and hope, while the vitamines evaporated in the air.
REBECCA,23,FROM MILANO
Rebecca speaks to me while sitting cross-legged on a stone table in her courtyard. She tells me she often sits here just as she is now, practicing parts for auditions or simply living her freedom
CRISTINA,59,FROM CAMPOGALLIANO AND MILANO
Cristina speaks to me while drinking cup after cup of tea. She adds sugar, stirs, and sips. Everything she shares comes with profound sincerity, a trait she’s cherished her entire life.
ERSILIA,44,FROM PONZA
Ersilia speaks to me as she sits inside her salon, surrounded by what she has built for herself, where sea salt shapes every aspect of the Island.
TAMARA,28,FROM PONZA
Tamara talks to me from her sofa at home. Everything is meticulously curated, just like her words, she has deep roots, but her feet are free to walk far and wide.
VITTORIA,38,FROM ROMA
Vittoria speaks to me as she leans against the railing of the house in Nasciano, a house that belongs to everyone and no one, a house of tradition and abundant food, a country house tied to the land. Everything she tells me is reflected in what surrounds us.