This reportage is about glimpses of ordinary everyday life in my city. It's what I find when I walk down my streets. It's an ongoing collection of shots without an apparent common pattern. It's unplanned, unposed, unstaged, candid, hard-core.
I deliberately kept out of my framing the visual elements that make Rome immediately recognizable. In other words, you won't find any of the Roman world famous landmarks in here. But you'll breathe pure Roman air.
A final, personal note. Maybe because I'm Roman, but I never found it easy having to do with Rome, in all respects, shooting included. I imposed myself to start this project and to keep it open and ongoing. In the hope, one day, Rome and I will start getting along together better.
Chilling out in a bar.
I shot this one while visiting the Museum of Else and Elsewhere, in the suburbs of Rome. I didn't find anything that impressed me much in there. Until I saw this.
PS: the two guys are not part of the exhibition, and neither is the sofa.
"Sorry Sir, no shooting at this time. And no time to have fun. I'm teaching her how to make fresh pasta for tagliatelle. Our way, I mean. And this is a very serious matter." That's what she told me.
I came across this urban Jesus. Don't know why he's carrying his umbrella on a blue sky day. Why is he clenching his fist? Or is he holding something?
Shot in Via dei Fori Imperiali in occasion of the Roman Gay Pride.
Mostly I loved the galls' hairstyle.
A Black Comedy
The street artist represents the ego. His shadow is the ES. The bystander's shadow is the Super-Ego. And the silhouette on the box is the artist's trapped right brain creativity.
Not sure what kind of art is this about.
Trump for Tramps
An overseas American dream.
This is Garbatella, a peculiar neighborhood in central Rome, originally conceived for workers housing, in the '30s, Now it's a hidden treasure, where time seems to stand still.
Italians Do It Better
Snapped in Piazza Navona.
Today I came across PPP*, who was carrying a dead himself in his arms.
This is, actually, a (vandalized) work of the great French street art pioneer Ernest Pignon.
*Pier Paolo Pasolini
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© 2017 Massimo Kunstler
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