If you asked me a year ago what I thought a travel photo was, I would have described a landscape. Endless mountains, city streets, big and small attractions. Somewhere along the way, being in other places and meeting other people, the definitions change. Now, this is what I consider to be a travel photograph. To know a place by knowing those who inhabit it. To eat as they eat, move as they move, speak as they speak, live as they live. After all, there is more to understanding than just seeing. It is so easy to go somewhere, walk down some street, snap a photograph of some person you will probably never see again. But i am not a thief, so I take these instead.
In the photograph is Lucrezia, taken on my first day in Italy. In the morning, we opened the balcony doors and let the light flood the room, as it sinks in -- yes, I'm in Milano. I step out and look down into the streets, its slow Monday morning crawl. Over there, some nonna waters her plants; a naked man yawns in the flat next to ours. From inside the room, in her sing-song Italian voice, Lucrezia says buon giorno, buon giorno! And it really was.
Ahead lay cones of gelato, plates of pizza, the hardest panini to have ever been bitten into by mankind, being dwarfed by the Duomo, being significantly impressed by the Futurists, an evening on the upper-upper-upper-upper boxes of La Scala, cappucino cups and brioche buns, and of course, near-deaths on the back of a Vespa. But before everything, I ask her: "Shall we take a train to Verona? Or go around Milano?" "I think we should have breakfast," she answers.
Italy will always be there, it's streets and structures. If you ask me now, I don't really miss the place. It's always been the people, really. -- #travel #travelphotography #photography #portrait #italy #milano #europe #sonya7ii #sonyalpha #sonyimages #voigtlander #40mm #nokton #weouthere #travelwriting #portraitphotography