I’m class ’91 and I grow up under the Alps, in the Italian city of Turin.

For most of my youth I’ve been the guy living in “the city”, trying to find my way in the only type of society I knew; like everyone else after all.

Following that pre-written path, I graduated in Management at the university in my town, but between those years one little decision I took out of the schemes, changed forever the way I would have looked at the world for the rest of my life.

Coming from a modest family, I never had the chance to see how the world was outside the borders of my country, until my 22 years old.

Following the steps of a friend, I applied for a student year in Spain and luckily, despite my initially zero knowledge about the spanish language, I passed the test with a high score and my submission was accepted.

I had no idea that it would have been the beginning of a journey that would have change my life forever.

Spain, in the specific a small archipelago in the middle of the Atlantic ocean well known as Canary Islands, was the key of this change.

A paradise on Earth.

Far from the “main land” and made of breathtaking landscapes, it was impossible for someone like me, who never experienced place like those before, to don’t be amazed from what I was seeing. Was impossible to stop taking photos of everything.

It all start with an iphone 4. Zero knowledge about photography, no technicalities.. I was just pressing a button and somehow the results were pleasant.

A few appreciations from friends and none, pushed me to keep chasing the better shot, going everywhere around to discover the hidden places of the island I was living in.

On a certain point it became a parallel world where you soak in to escape the duties of the ordinary daily life and just enjoy the feeling of freedom.

After one year, the archipelago’s dream was over and I returned to my old life, that I had almost forgot about.

A nightmare.

Photography might have been a solution to somehow keep giving me the same vibes even if in a different place, but an upgrade was needed.

Not so much moneys were left after Spain, but I managed to find a cheap second-hand Canon EOS 1200D with an 18-55 kit lens, that required me a 2h train-trip to catch up with the seller.

That was my first step into the real world of photography.

Let’s call it “hunger of freedom”, I couldn’t resist one day more in my town, or even worst.. in my country.

Well, I had my degree archived, but it wasn’t enough.

I couldn’t fit in my old life anymore; not after what I saw outside. I wanted to be back to the insane landscape and speechless sunsets I was used to look at. I had to leave and live.

Someone told me once, that money do not grow up on trees, so I accepted the truth that I had to find a job to keeping me traveling while working. And believe it or not, there was one, in my hometown, that was paying people to travel around the world, as a photographer!

In less then a month I got my job and the first of many flight tickets that would have brought me to the most beautiful places in the world for the next years. Starting from the white beaches of the Caribbean’s side of Mexico, to the ancients Malaysian’s jungles, till Bali the island of Gods and many more.

What did I exactly learn about photography around the world? What’s the big deal?

I’m artistically attracted by the humanity and its coexistence with the nature.

Most of my works shows world diversity, cultural legacy and people challenging their limits in dramatic natural environments.

For many years my photography style was focused in delivering the “one single shot”. One chosen photo over hundreds, to tell the story of an entire event or journey.

I couldn’t be more wrong.

Recently I decided to change the way I tell my photographic stories, creating sets of photos that, taken one by one are just images, but that together cooperate to tell a story trough the details.

The storytelling was a consequence, a necessary tool for visually tell deep stories without the use of words.