We are waiting for Lorenzo outside the gate of his house. It is a sunny day. The road is a narrow cul-de-sac so we need a U-turn to get back to the main road and drive to our destination. The street is unusually packed, with yellow taxies and private cars randomly parked on both sides […]
Mafia Love
Allah Is Greet life Is Racetry To Win …
For those like me, who live a life on the move, little recurring gestures are a very important part of life: they give comfort, make you feel a bit at home and help preserving a certain stability and balance. They are inconspicuous things that make you smile and give you a peculiar sort of relief. […]
Francesca Recchia guides us through the work of Razistan, a collective of photographers that aims to both reveal and transcend the Afghan conflict beyond the photo-reportage of war, focusing on the real protagonists in the conflict: people and territory. A photo-essay from Kabul by Razistan Click here to read the story on Domus
WORD! Power is nothing without control.
In the past two weeks, tension has been higher than usual. You don’t quite think about it, you go on as if nothing is happening, but there is something always there, nudging in the back of your head. Something that is there even though you have (consciously or unconsciously) decided to ignore it. The other […]
We have been driving past that wall at least twice a week for a few months. A bland, anonymous, whatever wall. Until one day things changed. Until one day the wall caught our attention. It had suddenly came alive. Someone had turned it into a canvas. Someone used it as a loudspeaker to amplify her voice. […]
I walk on the street. Alone. In a fine balance on the line that separates day and night. In a fine balance on the line that defines what is licit, possible, appropriate; that defines what is my own legitimate right. My heart is heavy; my heart is distracted. I walk hoping that a gust of […]
I am on the back seat of a taxi. It is dark and the roads are covered with a thick, inexorable layer of ice. The taxi driver is rushing through the frozen lanes holding the steering wheel with one hand and a mobile phone with the other. In any other circumstance I would have reacted […]
The Little Book of Kabul 