Photographer: Iacopo I.
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Palermo is the gray smoked gray covering its buildings.. and the rainbow of its people.
Palermo is the luster of his ancient floors.. and the roughness of its sidewalks.
Palermo is the intensity of its fried food.. and the light salty taste that covers your skin.
Palermo is the perseverance of its smells.. and volatility of its present.
Palermo is the fullness of its endless sound.. and the faint creaking sound of its cracks.
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OTHER RANDOM GALLERIES | ||
An ordinary industrial archeology day Photographer: Iacopo I. During a boring Sunday some years ago I spent some times in the dismissed woodworking factory owned first by my family. Danger signs, saws, working instruments and a lot of dust… Everything left at their own place since the last working days. |
New York Architecture Photographer: Iacopo I. In New York there are two skies, the first one is the same you can see everywhere, the second is the image reflected on the crystal surface of the buildings. Sometimes is difficult to decide witch one (here and only here) is the real one. |
Travel mates – Lights and shadows Photographer: Iacopo I. The travel mates are like your footsteps’ shadows on the road across the world. They are with you everywhere, they must be, sometimes they are behind you, invisible. Sometimes they are in front of you more real than anything else. |