Peru, its places, its landscape, the faces of its people.
A very original country, usually presented by travel agencies in a completely different way.
Far away from the stereotypes of breathaking landscapes, historical monuments and commercial neighboroughs busy at every hour of the day and the night.
I wanted to tell about the lunar views and the overpopulated cities; I took this pictures from the plane, and the faces of this people look like preistorical like this land.
I chose the most inner part of this country: people who every day live in the streets up, for working and for simply living, walking slowly in the paths, founding time to stop and talk to each other.
I tried to find in this faces the same furrows that the time digged in the ground; like a dry river that became a wrinkle in the forehead of an old lady; as a shadow of the profile of a covered by shacks hill, become the vein in the arm of a working man.
I travelled by bus, vans and taxis as the Peruvian did, in a very slowly way, I tried to taste everything with the same rythm, chosing the less famous landsmark for the authentic ones.
The bus drivers were my guides, women at the market, peasants, the inhabitants of the Andes and Titikaka Lake, were my meeting and my breaks.
A reality full of humanity, poverty and strenght, tiredness and dignity, difficulty and chearfullness.
A country plenty of contrasts and inequality.
Francesco Fioramonti