Every year, in Ivrea, Italy, during Carnival, the people stand up to recall and celebrate the story of Violetta, the miller’s newly wed daughter who was supposed to lay, on her first night as a bride, with the lord of the town, according to an old infamous principle named “jus primae noctis”. Read more “THE BATTLE OF THE ORANGES AT THE IVREA CARNIVAL”
Mental asylums radiate a mysterious allure soaked with anguish, injustice, prevarication and deceit.
Volterra former psychiatric hospital originated from an economic evaluation. In the XVIII century, the community of Pisa used to send its own mental patients at a dear price to Siena. To save money, the city launched an offer that was met by Volterra. Therefore, the Mendicity Hospice of this town welcomed the initial body of mental patients and, in 1989 the Mental Asylum was established. The first pavilion was erected near a hilltop called Poggio alle Croci. Read more “VOLTERRA FORMER PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL”
Volterra is a medieval town in Valdicecina, Tuscany, populated by real people, with real activities (including tourism), compared to San Gimignano (next post), which is a popular destination that lives and earns (profusely) solely upon the tourist industry. Read more “TWO MEDIEVAL TOWNS IN TUSCANY: 1. VOLTERRA”
Since 1972, Wolfgang Volz has documented the work of Christo and Jeanne-Claude. Now, in conjunction with the happening “The Floating Piers” that brings the artist Christo on Lake Iseo, a group of entrepreneurs, has funded a retrospective of the photographer’s work at Le Palafitte in Sulzano, dating back from 1968. Read more “Christo, Jeanne-Claude and Wolfgang Volz”
I shot these images to try out a new lens and these friends patiently accepted to pose for me. I know M. since I was ten or something. Italy was going throught a period of great economic development called “Boom” and we had great expectations for our future. Ages… I met P. in a pizza restaurant the night she and M. first met. So, quite some friends. Thank you friends.
Ho scattato queste foto per provare un nuovo obiettivo e questi amici hanno accettato di posare per me. Conosco M. da quando avevo dieci anni o giù di lì. L’Italia stava allora vivendo un periodo di grande sviluppo, il famoso “Boom economico”, e noi coltivavamo grandi speranze per il futuro. Secoli fa… Ho incontrato P. in una pizzeria la sera che lei e M. si sono incontrati per la prima volta. Insomma, grandi amici. Grazie amici.
Le mani del Fabbro Gaudenzio.