In the hands of migration 

2018 Ventimiglia, Italy. At view kilometers from France, the gendarmerie controls the border and prohibits the access to the one's who doesn't own the european citizenship.

Here stay in precarious conditions the migrants that try to cross the border in order to arrive at their final destination. In such situation, under the bridge of "le Gianchette" locates an informal refugee camp that hosts on average of 150 and 200 people.

A lot of commonplaces describe the migrants as terrorist with guns in the pockets or people that is enriching here in Italy thanks to the 30 euros at day expected by treaty on immigration signed by the ex president Matteo Renzi. In reality that money goes to those organizations that works whit migrants.

Nowadays the situation is getting worst and worst due to the new government of extreme right leaded by Salvini.

His hate for migrants is perfectly expressed in the new treaty on migration: the humanitarian protection is abolished ( the 60% of the migrants were protected by it) forcing all this people at the irregularity. The funds for the rimpatrio have been strongly increased, on the other hand thebudgetfor the ONG have been significantly cut.

The new treaty also impose the establishment of a real jail for migrants: the CPR center of permanence for rimpatrio. All the people whiteout the necessary documents are forced to stay in this center without the possibility to go outside for a maximum of 180 days, after this period they are repatriatedeven dough the nationality of origin of the migrants isn't considered safe by ONU. Mr Salvini is trying also to stop the help of migrants in the sea and the solidarity in the Country, imposing denounces and penalties even higher: 3.000 euros for every migrant saved in the sea and bring on the Italian territory.

" In the hands of migration" photographic project wants to be a portrait of the migrants through the contents of their pockets. The intention of this work is to deconstruct the stereotyped image of migrants.

Keffiah and Hijab 

on Gazawi's women resistance 

Ogni giorno a Gaza studentesse cresciute durante l'embargo e i bombardamenti, madri divenute donne durante gli accordi di Oslo ed anziane protagoniste della prima Intifada, attraverso azioni differenti compiono il loro gesto di resistenza.
" Non puoi liberare la terra senza liberare le donne" è questo lo slogan che negli ultimi mesi scuote la Palestina.

La morte della giovane Israa ha scatenato una forte reazione nella società femminile palestinese che ha portato in piazza centinaia di donne per chiedere un cambiamento nella società, l'abolizione del delitto d'onore e il rafforzamento del sistema legislativo in protezione delle donne.
In Palestina, infatti, il delitto d'onore è ancora accettato. Questo non a causa della la legge islamica "Sharia", come molti credono, ma poiché presente nei Codici Napoleonici importati nei territori durante l'epoca coloniale e tuttora in vigore nella legislazione locale.

Le donne hanno fatto sentire la propria voce anche a Gaza, dove la loro situazione è ancor più critica rispetto alla Cisgiordania a causa del regime islamico e ultraconservatore di Hamas.
Nonostante la doppia oppressione che le donne Gazawe da anni subiscono, da una lato l'occupazione Israeliana e dall'altra le politiche repressive e intimidatorie interne, qualcosa sta cambiando.
Durante il mio viaggio sulla Striscia di Gaza ho incontrato molte donne attive per il riconoscimento dei propri diritti.

Dalle studentesse universitarie del Progressive Youth Union, che lottano per equità e parità dei diritti; alle donne della casa rifugio per vittime di violenza, che chiedono maggiori tutele giuridiche; alla cooperativa Zeina, centro di emancipazione economica per le donne Beduine che lavorano per la propria autonomia. Definirle " femministe " non sarebbe del tutto corretto poiché è un termine in qualche modo ancora impregnato di un connotato strettamente occidentale.

Queste donne dalla forza e dal coraggio prorompente sono il volto della duplice resistenza in atto a Gaza: quella palestinese e quella femminile.
Loro sono giornaliste, casalinghe, studentesse, politiche, sarte, professoresse, cuoche, economiste, contadine. Loro sono le muse e protagoniste del mio progetto fotografico. 

Anthropic Gaze 

In the actual post-technological era untouched nature are becoming even more rare. What we perceive during a walk into the woods can be considered as nature or is it an amorphous space, a limbo, a visual intersection between past and future, nature and anthropization?

Writers like William Cronon long ago showed that the idea, or ideal, of an "untouched" natural nature is only a myth. Our reality has always been already mediated, augmented, documented, and there's no access to some state of unmediated purity. How we behave in front of this issue?

Anthropic view it's a photographic series of self-portraits that I took during the quarantine period. I shoot in the woods and countryside near my hometown. During my solitary walks I focused my ganze on the tracks of human presence in those places, this projects reflects my considerations about the interaction between anthropic and natural world.

On domestic violence

metaphors of memories about domestic violence

How many mothers, wifes, sisters, daughters are subjected to physical, sexual or verbal violence everyday?

This photographic project is about my personal experience.

This project wasn't an easy choice: I took off my armor of young and strong woman, I looked at the mirror and I recalled and relived moments that in this years I was trying to remove from my mind.

A choice that kept me beyond the mere detached representation.

Through the photographic medium I undertook a personal journey: I faced the darkest moments of my life and depicted my feeling into photographs; I re-elaborate my memories about the violence and represented in form of metaphors.

This project brought me to accept the trauma and I gave up to hide my past.

I've understood that is a part of my life and I've decided to show myself without shame or fear. I'm not alone, we are so many.