3.23.2006
Five years ago in Florence (it was my third high school year) my parents brought me to an exhibition of Santiago Calatrava, engineer with some estethical sense. I was so impressed that in that moment I decided I was in love with calatrava and I would have been an architect. This totally killed my previous plan to become a policeman on a motorbike, which had on its turn sunk my dream of being an astronaut.
Susrpisingly a year later I was still confident on the fact that I would have been an architect. And two years later as well. And so and so.
A couple of years before that exhibition I had asked my parents to buy me a camera for my birthday. It was a compact camera with a few functions and with a 35-120mm zoom. Quite shit yeah but i was young. I did some childish technique/composition/lighting experiments (just as far as the camera allowed me) but i rarely used it.
In january of two years ago, once again, i asked my parents for a camera. This time I wanted a digital fake-SLR camera. I started taking photography more seriously, now my experiments were virtually unlimited and I could even try out some basic real-photography skills (meaning the manual setting of shutter speed and diafram and stuff like that). I got more and more involved, struggled to finish my high school decently since I didn't have any more interest in it, and often went downtown just for the sake of taking pictures. I even got an account on deviantART.
After nine months I finally got enrolled in the Milan Politechnic School to study architecture. I still considered architecture my first passion, but I've never totally abandoned photography. I started buying magazines about photography, though, and got seriously motivated to improve myself in this field.
I slowly developed some kind of fetish about photography materials such as flashes, studios, camera bodies and lenses. Unknowingly, my mind started running backwards, and slowly shifted from the love for the new and technologically advanced to the one for the vintage. I found myself lusting for a film SLR.
It was a mild afternoon in the spring of last year, when I finally decided to have a look in a trusted photo lab, who also selled some used photography material. And there it was. As I saw it I realized it had been my dream forever, the Canon EOS-5, first released in 1992, still perfectly working and doing a heck of a job.
I was starting to realize that maybe the photogrphy career would have been even more satisfacting then architecture.
Last week I went out with a friend, and we started talking about our respective studies. I couldn't help to add, at the end of one of my comments about architecture,
She reacted with an ecstatic expression and I had togo on and talk about it, about my choices, my skills, my thoughts on it. Among the other things I told her about my switch from digital to film and about composition (a concept that, in fact, occurs in archtecture just as often).
A few days ago I stumpled upon this and this.
Why did I write all this? Well, just to justify and clarify the background of my upcoming article about photography. So... keep in touch, it will be released in the next days!
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Susrpisingly a year later I was still confident on the fact that I would have been an architect. And two years later as well. And so and so.
A couple of years before that exhibition I had asked my parents to buy me a camera for my birthday. It was a compact camera with a few functions and with a 35-120mm zoom. Quite shit yeah but i was young. I did some childish technique/composition/lighting experiments (just as far as the camera allowed me) but i rarely used it.
In january of two years ago, once again, i asked my parents for a camera. This time I wanted a digital fake-SLR camera. I started taking photography more seriously, now my experiments were virtually unlimited and I could even try out some basic real-photography skills (meaning the manual setting of shutter speed and diafram and stuff like that). I got more and more involved, struggled to finish my high school decently since I didn't have any more interest in it, and often went downtown just for the sake of taking pictures. I even got an account on deviantART.
After nine months I finally got enrolled in the Milan Politechnic School to study architecture. I still considered architecture my first passion, but I've never totally abandoned photography. I started buying magazines about photography, though, and got seriously motivated to improve myself in this field.
I slowly developed some kind of fetish about photography materials such as flashes, studios, camera bodies and lenses. Unknowingly, my mind started running backwards, and slowly shifted from the love for the new and technologically advanced to the one for the vintage. I found myself lusting for a film SLR.
It was a mild afternoon in the spring of last year, when I finally decided to have a look in a trusted photo lab, who also selled some used photography material. And there it was. As I saw it I realized it had been my dream forever, the Canon EOS-5, first released in 1992, still perfectly working and doing a heck of a job.
I was starting to realize that maybe the photogrphy career would have been even more satisfacting then architecture.
Last week I went out with a friend, and we started talking about our respective studies. I couldn't help to add, at the end of one of my comments about architecture,
But my dream is to become a photographer
She reacted with an ecstatic expression and I had togo on and talk about it, about my choices, my skills, my thoughts on it. Among the other things I told her about my switch from digital to film and about composition (a concept that, in fact, occurs in archtecture just as often).
A few days ago I stumpled upon this and this.
Why did I write all this? Well, just to justify and clarify the background of my upcoming article about photography. So... keep in touch, it will be released in the next days!
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