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« I take pictures, i make pictures…
In a world that surrenders to the demon of speed, which overwhelms us with images, movement, sounds, our last luxury is time, the one we take to stop and look at what surrounds us.
Poetry – it means
"This was the order of human institutions: first, the forests, after that the huts, then the villages, next the cities, and finally the academies."
Architecture Photography
Short stories from the blog
Photographic Notebooks
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