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Ilford papers...mon amour

What a slice of life, a true marvel. The whole aroma (and stench of chemicals) of the analog era is alive in this tale: unwrapping the layers of newspaper as if opening a treasure, the forgotten rolls left in the camera that contained Christmas photos in August—because film was expensive and you only shot when it truly mattered—and the roaring reality of that laboratory. Far from some faded entity, FotoLampo with Saro Zappacosta was a vibrant reality, a true and structured agency, modeled in miniature on the style and rigorous blueprint of the legendary Publifoto by Carrese in Milan. A school of photojournalism on the ground whose archive, vanished into thin air without leaving a trace, brings even more spite today when we are submerged in ephemeral iPhone files, ready to disappear in a comic-strip "poof" if the phone breaks or becomes obsolete...continue
The 35-liter vertical tanks, the Dektol (that classic Kodak pillar), skipping the stop bath (vice versa used during the printing and fixing paper) to save time, and waiting for the stage to clear:, when Rocchino (Rock) the patron minding his own business on via Pretoria, the Main Street of this latitude; Luciano, the muscle but above all the real mind behind Rocchino, insuperable in his perfidiousness, out to handle his usual erotic affairs already arranged over the phone; and finally Diego, an alter-ego of myself, also out after women. Everyone out, leaving me finally master of the darkroom. The meticulous, ball-breaking labor of the perfect print on Ilfobrom—good paper, certainly not like the ininimitable Ilford Galerie, but anywa...to Burning and Dodging tecnique by rigorously crossing my hands under the enlarger lens like making shadow puppets, without those cardboard and wire masks that only served to fill up space in the layouts of photography manuals!
silver salts into a slavery of pixels where we still end up doing the exact same fine-tuning work, a continuous adjusting this, no, better that way, burning and dodging, and... damn it, it never ends! Looking at the screen in a sort of perpetual preview, there is still the necessity of a few physical copies to truly call it a print. Same habit, but identical results.
The attached image is eloquent of that atmosphere: the knowing look of the two women captured in the middle of the crowd during a procession many years ago, with a soft black and white, rich in grays and deep blacks. That of Olympus Camedia C-5050 Zoom—a stratospheric camera, the very Camedia series famous for being used on the field by Alex Majoli of Magnum too—employed as a personal Leica, with the shrewdness of setting the internal sharpening to below zero to avoid the fake "digital" look and preserve a nearly analog texture. A stratospheric machine that, thanks to the mathematics of the printer's server (other image hovewer), even ended up on a six-by-three-meter billboard campaign. Impressive, and a testament to the service labs that pull seventy percent out of tiny sensors without doing anything else. A miracle? Maybe: "Mira" (aim) + "culo" (ass)... and damn, what a stroke of luck to be completely hones











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"Occhio come mestiere"—the eye as a trade. This is not just a title from the 1970s; it is my reality. Like the craftsman described by Calogero Cascio (italian photographer of street or reportage tout court), I don’t just "take" a picture (as sayd Ansel Adams photographer); I make it with an eye that has been trained since the analog era to see what is invisible to the machine.
When I look, in this case before and after editing at right, I see a shadow that has ceased to be a mere absence of light. It has become a volto—a profile, a silent witness carved into the peach-colored plaster by the sun. While the silicon "terraglia" of modern sensors sees only a luminance value to be leveled or a pattern to be filled with 1s and 0s, my eye recognizes the gaze of the building itself. This shadow-face has a weight that digital algorithms can never replicate because it depends entirely on the living, fleeting relationship between the stone and the sky.
By cutting the "inopportune" light, as if shielding the lens from a false, I allow the true character of the silence to speak. It is the interiority of a city made visible found in the geometry of a beautiful day. The beast of automation as silicon offers a dead perfection, but to truly "hit" the mark, one must look with the heart, the lungs, and the gut. It is a craft of the spirit (The Little Prince of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry) where the diagonal line of a roof isn't just a shape, but a breath.





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The photograph captures a storefront mannequin in a composed, seated pose, executed with a dramatic chiaroscuro that recalls the meticulous light control of the analog era. Using the void as a structural element, the composition employs a sharp fall-off to isolate the subject, effectively cutting the inopportune reflections of the glass. While the white jacket maintains texture through careful exposure, the focal point remains the ethereal glow where the head should be, highlighting a surrealist detachment. This is not a search for commercial perfection, but a conscious exposure of the vacuum behind the artifice. By framing the elegance of the garment against the emptiness of the form, the image functions as a clinical observation of appearance versus substance, stripped of sentimentality and focused on the core geometry of the scene.




Top view close-up of my Panasonic camera S1, fitted with a superb 55mm macro lens by Yashica (1970s) adapted for digital use and capable of rendering extremely sharp detail. Attached to the focus mechanism (the left side of the lens) is a follow-focus system, which eliminates the need to touch the lens directly. The lens is wrapped with a special silicon knurled ring that interfaces perfectly with the follow-focus, enabling micro-adjustments that would be nearly impossible to achieve by free-hand. An excellent solution—one that literally came to me in a dream. Yes, sometimes I dream, because I know how to imagine solutions that turn out to be exactly right.



The follow-focus or not follow-focus...

Let’s be clear: certain tools genuinely help us. What are they? Simply put, they are devices that assist with manual focusing, especially when working with non-autofocus lenses. They become even more valuable— as shown in the image—when analog-era lenses are reused on digital camera bodies via the appropriate adapter. And if a lens was already excellent in the Analog Era (as discussed earlier), you can be confident it won’t disappoint in a digital context.
The entire setup is supported not by a full rig, but simply by an L-shaped bracket, with multiple mounting holes. A small rod attached to it holds everything securely and works flawlessly. Even the USB-C cable, which transfers images to an Android tablet used as an external monitor, passes cleanly through the bracket.

Ps. I used a macro lenses Yashica (on S1 Panasonic Lumix) because I need sharpnes in still life images tout court, hovewer procedure is not recommended for making a videos. Vice versa attached (via adapter) the old Four Third Macro 35 mm equivalent on M43 Lumix GH4, an big piece of lenses.


Two eras compared: on the left, the legendary Contax RTS, here SLR version rather than rangefinder, or the alter ego of the Leica, the rangefinder of photographic history; on the right, Panasonic's Lumix (part of the consortium with Leica & Sigma, or the famous, or infamous, depending on your point of view, L-Mount attachment) therefore essentially Leica (many Panasonic lenses, no less than Zeiss for Sony, for example, bear the Germanic name Elmarit, etc., and when absent rest assured that it is still the “same” optical recipe by Solms-Germany) the "rivalry" no longer so. In fact, with the advent of mirrorless cameras (once called Evil-Devil, not by chance), it is possible to "mix" things up with mechanical adapters, sometimes even optical ones, so that the two analog-digital systems communicate well with each other. In fact, on the left, cover, with its fiery red T, the Zeiss Macro 60 f.2.8, a marvel, thanks to a simple tube (in the case L-Mount) allows mounting on the Panasonic-Leica for exquisitely sharp frames, even though the optical formula was created for the analog Contax Rts, and in digital: chapeau. On the far right, ‘small’ only in appearance, another legendary analog lens, the Macro 55 mm f. 2.8, but from Yashica, which in the early 1970s Brand had a joint venture with Contax/Zeiss, as times of a well-orchestrated oil crisis, like the current standoff between Russia and the West, forced German manufacturers to land in Japan; even Leica signed a deal with the famous Minolta, which was later absorbed by Sony. Gears, in other words, all mechanical and manual wonders, not only to reproduce the legendary Kodachrome slides from the Manunzio archive, along with tons of 120 format slides, but also every still life, perhaps in combination with Helicon focus, no less powerful than aforementioned, which allows, among other things, a pan-focus (everything in focus) of the objects on the set or tresette, a fine game.



Vintage or not vintage this is question...
Integrations or syncretism? There was a time when, perhaps somewhat Manichean, categories tout court did not dialogue with each other, quite unlike the current scene where, on the contrary, they do.Technology as a domain (let's not forget) rather than “liberation” in the broad sense. The subject is difficult and lends itself to a thousand conjunctures, if not enormous contradictions. However, if we look at it critically, there are situations that make us exclaim: oh, the invention of hot water, as if the liquid had always been made possible. Yet we need the liquid, then wood and fire, a boiler to contain it, a tub to bathe in, but also suitable public baths for ‘washing’. And even Therme and their Calidarium... as we can see, it's much complex than just saying ‘hot water’. And so we come to the point. Lenses, crucibles, glass melting and... Zeiss on one side and Leica on the other, above all, incompatible. Optical marvels and excellence, no doubt. Then someone (clever minds?) ‘stirs up’ the fan bases, the worst thing for those who have nothing else to do but idolize, regardless, the mere ‘mechanics & optics’ lines per millimeter, abreactions...Modern times, which is not the Charlotte/Chaplin film, but perhaps a little infamous, as we are currently experiencing. Is this the brief return of the reviled analog vs. digital? Not quite. Syncretism is the magic word that allows the industry to continue to survive while waiting for the final collapse as iPhone Android in the broader sense...let's be clear, but let's stop here.

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