Commercial Work
Personal Projects
Commercial Work
Personal Projects
A selection of my personal photographic projects over the years.
My style has naturally shifted with time — in both subject matter and technique — but one thing has stayed the same: I’m drawn to moments, people, and places that feel singular.
Nostalgia has always been a quiet undercurrent in my life. Photography has become a small, personal way of leaning into that feeling. It lets me linger a bit longer; helps me make peace with time.
MY PARENTS
Anthology Series
Through my lens, I share moments with the coolest couple on earth: my father, who passed on his passion for pop art, history, and unshakable ambition; and my mother, who taught me the art of design, kindness, and the importance of lifelong learning. I’ve always had a close relationship with my parents. Looking back, I’m still amazed by their endless patience during my chaotic childhood and restless teenage years. I was a storm of curiosity and mischief, constantly getting into trouble—an unpredictable kid in a house that valued order, taste, and vision. My parents were admired in our town for their boldness, their decisiveness, their sharp instinct for business, and their refined love for the arts. And there I was, their whirlwind of a son, testing every limit, yet somehow always met with their quiet understanding and grace.
My father began his career as an associate at a private law firm, but his ambition quickly pushed him to open his own practice. Early on, he built a clientele of figures from Italy’s high society, yet his heart was never fully in that world. He had a deep sense of justice for the ordinary person—the worker, the small saver, the one crushed under the weight of bureaucracy and greed. Over time, he shifted his focus to defending those exploited by consumer banks, becoming one of the first in Italy to champion class action lawsuits—a legal approach then considered a distinctly American invention. In his own quiet way, he was ahead of his time, driven less by profit than by principle.
My father’s generosity is almost legendary among his friends, colleagues, and clients. Watching him, I learned that favors carry weight —sometimes selfless, sometimes strategic— but always meaningful. He taught me that being kind often comes back around in ways you can’t predict. In his world, goodwill wasn’t just a moral choice, it was a form of long-term wisdom. I also inherited his ambition and a shark-like drive—the belief that it’s always better to ask for forgiveness than permission. That mindset fueled the early days of my photography career, when I would roam around, camera in hand, documenting the world with no shame or restraint. But along with that boldness came some of his less flattering traits too: a streak of bravado and a deep impatience for pointless rules or authority. Those qualities, as much as they’ve propelled me forward, have also gotten me into trouble more than once.
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My mother, an architect by training, has always been the voice of reason in our family. Elegant and composed, she carries herself with quiet confidence and an unshakable sense of who she is. Her eye for beauty—whether in architecture, design, food, or clothing—has shaped much of my own sensitivity to aesthetics. But beyond that, she taught me something deeper: the value of surrounding yourself with people of integrity. To her, loyalty wasn’t just a virtue—it was a compass, the foundation upon which everything else in life should stand. From her, I inherited my curiosity about the world and a genuine empathy for those who are different from me. Whenever my impatience and anxiety tightens its grip, her presence reminds me to slow down, to take a breath, and to remember that most things can be faced with patience and grace. My dad and I tend to fuel each other’s bravado to near-dangerous levels, but my mom always steps in before things reach nuclear proportions.
Together with my parents and my brother, we’ve never just been a family—we’ve been a team. We’ve traveled the world side by side, spent countless hours on the road exploring the vastness of the United States, and learned to balance each other’s personalities along the way. The memories we’ve created together are the kind that weave a bond tighter than blood. It’s what makes us, in our own way, a family like no other.
These days, thousands of miles stretch between Los Angeles and Venice. I love living in the United States, but being far from my parents is the one thing that never gets easier. It’s the quiet weight I carry with me every day. As they grow older, I find myself trying to bridge that distance more often, splitting my time between the U.S. and Europe, lingering a little longer each visit. Thoughts about the future hover constantly in the back of my mind, but I keep myself busy—maybe too busy—so I don’t have to dwell on the answers I’m not ready to face.
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