Passeggiare dopo una nevicata col cielo ancora grigio di nuvole grasse tra le tombe del cimitero di Staglieno o scansare i cavalli imbizzarriti di un’antica corsa ippica sarda e selvatica non per turisti. Passare la notte tra i mercanti di pesce del mercato di Piazza Cavour o seguire un gruppo di scalatori di sassi.
Imbarcarsi su una lancia di pescatori di tonni, spiare la vestizione di una sposa o bazzicare intorno a una gozzo in costruzione – tutto con la macchina fotografica al collo – รจ quello che fa Egidio Nicora , fotografo e filosofo genovese.
Il bello is that these stories and pictures to take shape in the river of words that tells Giles and that puts in writing.
Me see him as he talks in Genoa with the fishermen by giving satisfaction that he returns with his own. Egidio
I know him pretty well. It 's also the godfather of my son and a few years ago we met in Buenos Aires.
To tell his stories and his pictures do him no need to go far, it is fantastic in every place and whether the recounts how he can do almost all the photos he took did not even need to see them.
Egidio is a photographer who makes pictures but that would be able to add it to see if only with words.
He sells the photos because he has to live, but I could live writing or telling her stories to an audience, like an actor should not play anywhere, but what he saw and heard: the truth.
That time was in Buenos Aires on the trail of ancient Ligurian become Argentines. Restaurateurs and tangueros, librarians and engineers, musicians and traders. He had tracked down everyone in a city of 12 million people over 100 kilometers long that he ran on foot. Yes, because he had heard that there were thieves among the taxi drivers that take you on a side street, they gave you a Fracchia blows and then they robbed.
He did not run with too much money in my pocket but the cameras always had and did not want to risk having it stolen. And then
did not speak a word of English but has still to Argentina for a long time, and tried to express in Genoese dialect so as to be recognized and it worked wonders. The descendants of the old Genoese found them all, because he had difficulty talking about anything with anyone. It was January, the equivalent of our July in terms of temperature, and all the way on foot with his sandals had dug deep wounds in the flesh, but he is not sure what he complains.
Egidio is a photographer if you start a conversation that interests them-and they are very few things that do not interest you-you forget they are there to take pictures and goes away without having made because has taken away the facts and words to him enough. The pictures will make them again, as it is not distracted by his words and others.
For two days, took me by his Argentine friends that were expressed in the Genoese dialect that I heard from my grandmother and asked us if we were still in Genoa this or that even knew that we had never existed.
troffie We ate the pesto, focaccia and whitebait, meet, coming home in the Boca or one side of 9 de Julio. But the ancient Genoese
of Argentina are scattered everywhere and some were to go to Rosario, only a few hours' drive from the capital. 5 In a Fiat 127, which is still manufacturing in Argentina and is called, ironically, Fiat space, the trip without air conditioning was epic.
After the pleasantries and the usual photos Fiat space, parked in the middle of a huge sunny yard was there waiting for his passengers to bring them back to Buenos Aires. Egidio said it is a scene worthy of a comedy of the Teatro dell 'Opera. After having crushed the passenger to leave, Giles has fainted in the heat. Nothing, nothing, it's nothing, I only have a little 'hot, we go as well.
I met him the night he wandered in Palermo with sore feet with the Bessa Voigtlaender shoulder and my question why much air distorted started saying, you remember the Fiat 127 .....?
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