Lou Reed’s Perfect Day in my mind.
With a series of b&w pictures I decided to tell the rite of passage from the past to the present, from 2017 to 2018. I wanted to fight the darkness of Milan’s grey sky to find the light in the grain of reality (I used a digital filter in camera to reproduce the classic film grain).
The day after shows up with its victims – piles of garbage, a dead pigeon, broken glasses – and the next day announces its survivors – a man crossing the street smoking a cigar; girls running in the square as in a postcard from the Far Seventies, etc.
Despite the darkness all around light conquered the contours of shapes and lighted up life in the city. The evening finally came. A new rite of passage will start soon.
It was not Lou Reed’s Perfect Day, but I’m sure tomorrow there will be new things to tell and photograph. Another almost perfect day for me.