I was born in a small town on the Sicilian coast on May 2, 1990.
I do not like my birthday.
My growth is a cocktail of hilarious comedies and daydream nightmares.
After high school graduation I move to Catania, perhaps to study.
I feel stifled in Sicily, I flee to the United States.
Showing ID at the bar is always weird.
Maybe driven by loneliness or by the cinematic imagery in which I am surrounded: in America I approach photography.
I decide to go back to studying. I go back to Catania and graduate without hesitation.
I like to take pictures. I’m in artistic and documentary photography.
I make my bed in Milan.
I’m not good with words.
