Naples, the concept of a beautiful day does not exist; we are open
to the east, so as soon as the sun comes up you already know it will
be a beautiful day. You cannot stay inside, you get sucked outside.
So when the seasons change and days get a bit shorter,
I tell myself I can finally concentrate a little on myself - I start to be
selective, I go out less; the evenings are longer, which allows me
time to study subjects and take photos. At times I see a subject for
years, but it doesn’t strike me because the light wasn’t just right”;
but sooner or later the “right light” happens. In a city that isn’t
yours but has become yours, the city will never be yours yet
already is. “I feel very Mediterranean”, Arnò tells me, which
perhaps means that he always searches for the right light, and
always will.
District: Chiaia
Arnò a Napoli.
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