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We met at the outskirts of some city we didn't belong to. 

He was late, boyishly skinny, had the most amazing eyelashes, had the coldest hands. He was very shy too. 

The boy was carrying Armenia sunsets, a bag filled with coffee beans and some drawings on his shoulder. He stacked it all up in front of me, for me to see. 

The boy took me, the stranger, by the hand. 

He put the clown suit on, 

he got out the best toys, 

and drew on my skeleton face such a naked joy. 

New York, Chelsea | 2016 [Iphone 6, Instagram]

THIS IS THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE

THIS IS THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE

 

New York, somewhere in Harlem | 2016 [Canon AE-1, film]

HOW TO PIN AND SPREAD BUTTERFLIES

HOW TO PIN AND SPREAD BUTTERFLIES

New York, in a random car park | 2016 [Canon AE-1, film]

*NOT YET TITLED*

*NOT YET TITLED*

"Under the sea wish I could be part of that world." | written on the sand

New York, Coney Island | 2016 [Canon AE-1, film]

QUELLO CHE NON C'È

QUELLO CHE NON C'È

We went to bed hoping the LSD would slowly fade away while soaking into the sleep. 

The boy’s head nimbly landed on my chest. His arms wrapped around me, so well wrapped I could feel his heart poking my skin. Not even one heartbeat that heart skipped, not even one heartbeat my skin missed. 

I gave a quick glance at the ceiling. The room was like a tired lung – breathing in, breathing out and then all over again, breathing in and breathing out. 

The moon was a silver eyelash seating on the left cheek of the sky. Thin and mad. The walls of the room were all bathed with moonlight, the rays seeping through the window like the frozen small hours’ fog. 

I started crying. I started crying and I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t cry enough. 

The boy turned to me and looked at me – the child-like face distorted in agitation. “Why are you crying boy?” he asked me. 

New York, In a random car park | 2016 [Canon AE-1, film]

*NOT TITLED YET*

*NOT TITLED YET*

“There is so much to tell” I said, “and I’m not saying anything. I’m letting it go, I’m wasting it all”. “It hurts”. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t cry enough. 

The boy started crying too – the tears like desire lines on his soft, white skin. I don’t recall if he said anything in particular to me. The boy just cried and kissed me, and cried and kissed me, and cried and said “sorry”, and kissed me. 

I asked him why he was sad now. “I’m happy” the boy replied. “You are alive!”, he smiled. 

I don’t recall if I said anything in particular to him. I just went back to look at the ceiling I guess. Our chests breathing in, breathing out, breathing in and breathing out, just like the walls of my room. 

The trip wasn’t over yet, the drug left us exhausted. The tears went quiet and the boy fell asleep. But I couldn’t fall asleep: the thought of what might have been left to say was the only thing I couldn’t really shake.

London, my garden | 2016 [Iphone 6, Instagram]

THIS KID IS NOT AN ACTOR

THIS KID IS NOT AN ACTOR

New York, outside the Robert Miller Gallery | 2016 [Canon AE-1, film]

*NOT TITLED YET*

*NOT TITLED YET*

bla bla bla 

London, by the river Thames | 2016 [Iphone 6, Instagram]

WING

WING

London, Rotherhithe | 2016 [Canon EOS D700]

SMOKING GUN

SMOKING GUN

New York, Robert Miller Gallery | 2016 [Canon AE-1, film]

*NOT TITLED YET*

*NOT TITLED YET*

London, Rotherhithe | 2016 [Canon EOS D700]

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THIS IS A PORTRAIT

THIS IS A PORTRAIT

bla bla bla 

London, My Room [Iphone 6, Instagram]

JUAN

JUAN

 

- "What is important for you?" 

- "I've already told you what's important for me. What's important for you?"

He didn't say anything. Went to his bag to get a Moleskine, he opened it wide open and started reading:

"Remember what is important. Remember to believe, to have faith, believe in a second chance to look again faithfully in someone's eyes. Remember not to feel alone, there will be someone to give his hand when needed. Remember who one truly is, what moves one's heart and love unconditionally. 

Open your arms to who's in need, be patient and kiss foreheads. Keep your inner child close so you'll be young forever. Leave some space for a chance, there's always a way to do things better for yourself and anybody else. 

Do not hate, depose any resentment, make art. Be a wing in a blue sky for somebody. Taste the tears of a loved one, to then turn them into peaceful smiles. Be a hero, saving the day of the unfortunate that he'll save you when good fortune will not play to one's favour. Love."

New York, Coney Island | 2016 [Canon AE-1, film]

JUAN

JUAN

The boy's name was Juan.