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Una pera o la pera? This is question...

Ah, the sublime art of taking oneself profoundly un-seriously with maximum technical intent. Here is the view (as) from across the Channel, delivered with the requisite dry, stiff-upper-lip sarcasm.
There is a delightfully quiet subversion at play here: dismantling the modern illusion that sophisticated algorithms and computational wizardry are somehow required to make art, whilst proving that half a century of visual instincts will always outwit a neural network.
A humble A4 sheet, the faint morning light of a kitchen window, and a museum-piece smartphone—quite enough to render the endless parade of multi-lens gadgetry utterly redundant....continue Animate Object, Inanimate Subject: The pear gracefully forfeits its status as a mere still-life fruit to become a rather disgruntled little fellow. That tiny, deliberate edit (via Pshop-Element for an amateur like my, they say people: Vox populi vox dei, exactly? De gustibus) to its blemishes gives it an expression of supreme, understated judgment—as if it, too, is deeply weary of modern digital discourse.
The High-Key Abstraction: Sunlight from the window paired with the paper backdrop effectively bleaches away the mundane clutter of the domestic realm. What remains is a stark, almost clinical canvas that isolates the organic texture, the mottled skin, and that wonderfully off-centre stem.
The Antidote to Pretension: Executing a deliberate piece of visual wit with the most "unsuitable" gear available is a masterclass in quiet irony. It politely demonstrates that real photography resides entirely in how one sees and shapes the light, rather than in the sheer tonnage of one's equipment.
A splendidly sardonic exercise...manages to look the over-engineered, AI-obsessed world dead in the eye and offering nothing else more than a well-timed, exquisite smirk.










Anno Domini 1839


August 1839 in Paris, the umbilicus mundi. Napoleon and his Grandeur—the underlying substrate of transalpine cousins descending from Caesar’s Gauls, though their tribal formats trace back to the dark forests of Germanic cavemen—have long been buried with a dose of poison. The air is electric in the not-yet Ville Lumière. A static buzz of whispers passes mouth to mouth among the common folk. Meanwhile, the powdered wigs—laden with lice, because washing is deemed a sign of popular decay, far removed from the public latrines, free fountains, and Roman thermae of every social stratum—see Deputies, "scientists" of every mandatory capitalized Order, and a horde of court hangers-on paid off by the "daubers" gather. Those Messieurs of the Academy of Fine Arts, no less....continue...

In a teeming Paris, the invention of Monsieur Jacques Mandé Daguerre is handed to the world Urbi et Orbi. His mentor is François Arago (accent on the final o), the Grand Master of the Grand Orient of France and a "radical" Deputy. A staged performance to give you chills, thrown together haphazardly. True, the political machinery began rolling in Parliament back in January of that same year, but the heavy marketing deployment hits around mid-August, right when the Masonic Sun sits at its true or false zenith.

Hugs, kisses, pats on the back, and Arago is completely unstoppable. A picturesque scene, precisely how the sacred texts of the "magnificent and progressive destinies" of Capital swallowed it whole.

Across the white cliffs of Dover (England) stands a pompous, short-tempered landowner, immortalized by history as a filthy lord barely holding back his rage: Lord Fox Talbot. A clever fox, yet he has every right to be furious: by Jove, these French people are inspicable! I am the pure truth, I am the inventor of Photography! Negative to positive, the famous window fixed on wax-treated paper, placed in contact with another, et voilà. "Stop the game," says Talbot.

Yet there is a third party, far away between the Pampas and the Amazon: another Frenchman forgotten by mainstream history and Masonic lodges alike.

The accepted story no longer holds up, which is why the trumpets are sounding—not yet of the Apocalypse, but perhaps pointing to the real inventor.

The image (tiny image) where Niépce and Daguerre formalize their business partnership, a square and compass sit right on the edge. Intelligenti pauca.of the "generous" Daguerre and his partnership with Nicéphore Niépce—whom hagiography credits with recording the rooflines of Le Gras after an eight-hour exposure—presents a specific narrative. Yet earlier still life shots of plaster casts suggest a history shaped by well-fed, directed historians. The birth of photography has many fathers not fully brought to light, while Freemasonry has pulled strings since Babel, institutionalized in London 1717 at the Goose Tree Tavern.

The Forgotten Pioneer of São Carlos to Brazil

While Paris celebrated and Talbot protested to the Royal Society, Hercules Florence—a Frenchman living in Vila de São Carlos (now Campinas, Brazil)—was working in total isolation as early as 1832–1833.

The Terminology: Florence used the word Photographie in his manuscript diaries in 1833, six years before John Herschel and Daguerre popularized the term in Europe.

The Method: Lacking European materials, Florence developed a contact printing process using silver nitrate-sensitized paper, fixed first with urine (for ammonia) and later ammonium hydroxide. He used a negative/positive system to reproduce pharmaceutical labels, diplomas, and his Zoophonie illustrations documenting animal calls.

The Rediscovery: His work remained buried in his notebooks until Brazilian photographer and historian Boris Kossoy uncovered and authenticated his precedence and scientific autonomy through laboratory analysis in the 1970s.

The Map of Fathers and Shadows


Official history imposed a narrative of simultaneous discovery between France and England. Looking past 19th-century institutional marketing reveals a broader set of key figures:

Nicéphore Niépce (left, sitdow in drawn image with Daguerre, up): Produced the 1826/27 heliograph on pewter coated with Bitumen of Judea, establishing the technical foundation Daguerre later commercialized.

Louis-Jacques-Mandé Daguerre (left image cover) was the inventor of daguerrotype more different to Photography

Hercule Florence (center image cover) Independently produced stable photographic images on paper years before the Paris announcement.

William Henry Fox Talbot (right image cover) Invented the negative/positive paper process that formed the methodological foundation for analog photography.

Hippolyte Bayard: Developed a direct positive paper process prior to August 1839. Persuaded by Arago to delay his announcement to clear the way for the Daguerreotype, Bayard staged his Self-Portrait as a Drowned Man in protest—one of the earliest conceptual photographic works.

The end of Tragedy named Photography (at this days noticied as Fotto-grafia, or exactly Fuck-graphy" right up the ass, through the Kapital's marketing propaganda)? I don't no. And Hippolyte Bayard..?

Ps. On table (image) below hand of Daguerre a "square & compass" like sign of Freemassonery

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Circus of clickbait




The picture you paint is sharp, bitter, and hits the nail right on the head: the usual merry-go-round of pervasive marketing fueled by shills and hype, where the latest sensor gimmick must at all costs overshadow the craft of anyone who actually knows how to take a picture.

In this circus of clickbait influencers, sticking with an Olympus Pen (especially for those who know the street) retains a ironclad, exquisitely analog logic:

Handling and discretion: Compact, dense, shaped to fit perfectly in the palm without drawing attention—much like a mechanical body of days gone by....continue...

Optical system and rendering: The Micro 4/3 setup paired with Zuiko primes or Panasonic/Leica glass yields a crisp, punchy, fast response. The inherently wider depth of field is an absolute blessing for quick, decisive street shooting.

Whether any "penguin" (gullible buyer) can still produce genuine digital photography without being blinded by consumerism remains an open question. But while the paying crowd keeps chasing the latest predictive autofocus, anyone with real craft gets the shot done with whatever tool is in hand.

Ps.The value of true skill: That DIY studio setup — a natural window light, foil for fill-in, a hijacked sheet, and an old encyclopedia—is proof positive that volume, tone, and character are defined by the person behind the lens, not by pixel counts or marketing algorithms. All images are from iPhone 4S.





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The square-format twin-lens Rolleiflex—which gets so little talk regarding the portable invention of the photographic medium, as if one only ever named a Boaz and not oly Joachim : Alchemy, to be precise. Missing from the image is the Leica—which we have always pronounced just like that—and this was the prerogative of the "Setta" (exactly so) of the Bressons, here G.B. Gardin or those from Magnum, a pure status symbol for those who understand esotericism and photography. The inevitable and equally Teutonic Gossen light-meter in the Lunasix version, which could measure the Moon itself... On the left, the magazine-License mentioned above, Tutti Fotografi published by Editrice Progresso Fotografico. Equipment of a certain "weight." As for the Teutonic Contax reflex version, this belongs to the Porsche designers, exactly so, following the Olympus OM-1 Tsunami and the aftermath of a foretold slaughter.

The License
It is curious to see that almost all men who want much have simple manners; and that simple manners are almost always taken as a sign of little worth. Leopardi
...continue... No, nothing to do with Pirandello or the performance of that puppet named Totò. More prosaically, the "paperwork" supporting what we have been writing (see the About)—that is to say... what we write on odd days, but even ones too: the ranks or, to stay on subject, the License itself. Supporting paperwork Anno Domini 1970, September. And I was already behind a lab counter, making my mark with the Rollei, which was the standard-issue camera back then; the Hasselblad would come later, though already in use in "Mlano" ahh, just like the RZ Mamiya... but back to us.

And so, again, there were the profs from "Mlano" complete with their cursus studiorum, their "academy," or even, no less Italian, sons of... descendants of a certain "noble house": nothing to do with Giovanni Gastel, no. By ranks, we mean what the "people" expect: the calamari, see, on the suit lapel that make the rank. Conversely, for those who actually served as soldiers, there are the ranks bitten on the battlefield: metaphorically speaking or however you like. Sure, they might not hold equal dignity for the "people," and yet... And from here to wrap things up. Yes, when I write that I have been a photographer since 1969, I don't do it to show off, nothing like that. In fact, to tell the whole truth, I was preceded as a sharp-shooter at the Foto-Lampo Lab (a studio for ceremonies and a miniature version of Carrese's Publifoto in "Mlano," ahh with its own journalist, a bit strange but functional) by my lifelong friend, of whom I no longer have news other than that he is in Prato; and we ought to write about that fact, but readers couldn't care less: the scrollers who have other things to think about, so be it. But then, what are they thinking about? Do they still have neurons or just strings of text in base 1 and 0? Pimps and hacks with a camera preaching from their pulpits, syphilitic as they are: ah, what a joy to read the nonsense of certain... but here it is wise and proper (contempt?) to keep quiet, which is better. The License is served...






















Behind the scene of set

It is a shot true magic of analog studio photography from the "pre-digital" era, where post-production was done with ingenuity, hands, and pure craftsmanship, not with pixels.
The visual effect is precisely because it is "constructed" with impeccable geometric and material precision. The suspended flow: That perfect line connecting the coffee pot to the cup has a beautiful graphic tension. It is a rigid profile shaped to perfection, yet the chromatic continuity and the clean cut make it absolutely believable within the two-dimensional space of the film.
The "bambagia" or cotton wool foam is a master trick of old-school food styling. The cotton wool catches the soft light exactly as the micro-foam of a cappuccino would, but with the immense advantage of not collapsing during the long, millimeter-precise adjustments of the view camera.
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The croissant (but italian cornetto) is only "real" organic element of set, which anchors the entire abstract and metaphysical composition to reality with its golden texture and dusting of powdered sugar.
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Cambo view camera, paired with an excellent Rodenstock 150mm lens—which on large format behaves like a normal or short portrait lens—allowed total control over focus planes and perspective distortions through swings and tilts.
The film,Fujichrome 64 Tungsten, a refined and mandatory choice for the studio. Being balanced for warm incandescent light (3200K), it allowed working with studio lamps without any unwanted orange cast, delivering that rich, saturated, and clean color rendering typical of Fuji transparencies from that era.
Nitraphoto 250W from the left ("a man' a smerz") and fill-in on the right, this explains the strict choice of film. The single light source from the left creates a clean, almost Caravaggionesque drama, shaping the volumes of the croissant (cornetto) and casting a geometric shadow, while the fill card on the right softens the contrast just enough to keep the textures legible without adding a second, conflicting shadow.
The seamless stream between the pot and the cup was held in place just outside the frame using a "stupid" club and a hair clip.
A work of pure photographic craftsmanship, where the "madness" of manual construction transforms into pure visual poetry. A splendid piece of professional history to look back on today.







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...to be continue...The Backstage...
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They say we are just "self-proclaimed" artists, filtering our slice of reality through the vintage lens of an old Apple 4S, frame a bulding never-finished warehouse near the local Market, a place I visit every other day, because even artists need to eat and keep body and soul together, after all!
A quick, unapologetic frame cleanup in Photoshop Elements—yes, the software they mock us for using from dawn to dusk: otherwise, what kind (a soi-disant artist) of artists would we be?
However, a moment,If everything just ended on the tiny, glowing screen of an iPhone or Android, the journey would be dead. A tiny screen? Not a chance.
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So, enter the print stage with our trusted right hand: the Canon PRO-200 that running on dye-based inks ("water"), not pigments. Because aren’t we supposed to be those "amateurs" impossible? Infact the pros print with their "serious" colors; we, on the other hand, blast it with our spray of counter-colors... and what a climax. Call it vulgar poetic license if you must.
Paper, then. After fifteen years of testing everything under the sun, here stands the Holy Grail: Fabriano Artistico Hot-Pressed.
This is pure, untreated Artistico paper. Not like those Innova )joint-venture with Fabriano) digital sheets coated with Baryta and chemicals just to stop the PRO-200’s water-based ink from bleeding into the fibers. Here, the Artistico surface is naturally sized; the lines and colors don't drown or sink into the core. It holds them right on the edge. A true masterpiece, compà.
Look up at the top left of namefile Amplifon, image of cover: a test run on Semi-Gloss RC paper. Pure garbage. Plastic by name and plastic by nature. Yet, that very same plastic paper printed in black and white commands respect, proving that the medium—synthetic or organic—is an integral part of the chain. From the shutter click to the finishing. That's what those who know call the pure artisan.

Ps. Please note: a digital shoot (on Internet!) will never convey the true essence—the sheer tactile weight of the paper, the crispness of the edge you can actually touch in real life.
Beyond and before the print itself, look at the stage: the living room table, our usual crime scene. Rulers and, noblesse oblige, the legendary Logan Adapt-A-Rule. A pencil, another "motorized" cutting guide, but the Logan with its heavy-duty blade is lethal. Add the mini plastic ruler, the utility knife, and the iPhone serving as our pre-cut calculator. Yes, because I hand-cut this Artistico paper directly from a 50x70 cm sheet... and everything else, compà, is pure skill.
Pss. The backstage (me on step a stool ) for elevated the personal Art (clap clap) shot with an iPhone 7.

Pss. Amplifon nomefile that I used is a Italian Trademark of prosthesis acustic device





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====== The Venomous cord: a domestic short-circuit ======
The Venomous Cord is a striking visual short-circuit that operates at the boundary between everyday reality and graphic imagination. A common, industrial object—a glossy red coiled cable—is stripped of its mundane utility and imbued with predatory tension. As it snakes across a domestic background, its mechanical form seamlessly morphs into a stark, hand-drawn black-and-white viper head, featuring a singular, hypnotic red eye that echoes the synthetic hue of its body.

Occhio come mestiere ( the Master’s Eye)
While the final composition carries the polished weight of a high-end commercial or conceptual campaign, the process behind it is rooted in pure photographic instinct and visceral execution. Rejecting the sterile atmosphere of an artificial studio setup, the shoot was entirely “cooked” within a living room environment, utilizing the most fundamental elements of classical photography: the window light: and not relying on strobe lights, flags, or heavy studio modifiers, the image harnesses the raw, directional power of natural afternoon light streaming from a side dx real window. This raking light grazes the plastic spirals, emphasizing their three-dimensional texture, weight, and volume.

The Set? A simple white tablecloth in a living room is transformed into a clean, seamless studio limbo, proving that sophisticated spatial geometry requires vision rather than high-end production gear.

Ps. Camedia C 8080W, image taken at Iso 50 the beast(ial) camera Olympus, no words










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----- Still Frame -----
I see this composition as a deliberate exercise in precision, much like target practice for the eye. I used the natural light from the window as a soft bank to define the volumes against the deep black background. In this setup, I focused on the dialogue between the two different textures: the matte finish of the black mug and the glossy, reflective enamel of the smaller red one.

The light hits the red surface with enough direction to show its curve without washing out the color, while the black mug provides the necessary weight to the scene. It is a simple but effective way for me to calibrate my visual aim and ensure that my technical perception remains sharp.

In the silence of the studio, these two objects become more than just containers. The larger black mug acts as a void, absorbing the light and anchoring the frame, while the smaller red one provides a punch of saturated life. The way the light skims the rim of the enamel reminds me of how essential it is to master the basics of reflection and shadow before moving into more complex narratives. This shot serves as a visual reset, a moment to strip away the unnecessary and return to the fundamental interaction between glass, metal, and light.

Ps. I Shoot it with Panasonic Fz 300 in Raw format, f. 2.8 1/160 sec. Light of left real window, with two piece of white plastic on glass














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----- Red Evil-Hair -----
The transition from a mundane tablecloth to an archetypal image is a classic masterclass in visual rhetoric. By isolating the fold, (a cover on table living room) I’ve employed a powerful synecdoche—where the fragment stands in for a biological and carnal whole. The "malice" of the photographer, so, lies in the deliberate use of focus and saturation to bypass the object's utility, forcing the viewer to confront a raw, organic metaphor.
Without a grasp of these rhetorical shifts, photography remains a mere recording of facts; here, it becomes a provocative dialogue between the eye and the mind.

The use of visual rhetoric (metaphor and metonymy) transform a domestic surface into a carnal, organic archetype.The high-saturation red palette with a sharp tactile texture in the central "wound," is a demonstration, that mastering the "art" requires the ability to see the hidden potential in the banal through a filtered, intentional gaze.





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Fashonable, again
This isn't a mere photograph of an object; it is a summoning of an era where silicon had not yet fully stifled the poetry of matter. There is a certain irony, almost divine, in the fact that an object born from binary calculations manages to radiate such a dense Anima Mundi.

The Liturgy of Glass and Metal
The Olympus E-1 was never about "megapixels" or spec sheets. It was the last stand of sensory design.
The 35mm f/3.5 Zuiko Digital: Often overshadowed by its "big brother," the f/2, this lens remains a miracle of optical engineering.

Its rendering isn't "clinical" like modern glass; it possesses a micro-contrast that respects the texture of reality. On the original 4/3 system, that crop factor pushes it into the realm of tight portraiture and absolute detail—a dignity that truly echoes the legendary 55mm Micro-Nikkor.

Ergonomics as Aesthetics: Handling an E-1 is a tactile experience. The curvature of the grip, the haptic feedback of the dials, the density of the magnesium alloy... it is an object that demands to be used, not just owned. There is a "malia"—an enchantment—that escapes the cold logic of if-else statements.

Beyond Mechanics: The Shadow and the Spirit
Your shot does justice to this philosophy. That single slit of window light doesn't just illuminate; it defines. The deep black surrounding the camera isn't emptiness—it is silence.
"Western 'mathematicians' might smile mockingly"
Yet, it is precisely in their failure to quantify "beauty" or "soul" that the E-1 claims its victory. The Olympus engineers of that era sought out the Kodak KAF-5100C, a CCD sensor that rendered colors with an organic, film-like quality that modern CMOS sensors have sacrificed on the altar of speed and high-ISO cleanliness.

It is the photographer’s paradox: we use machines made of numbers to try and capture what always eludes numbers. In this image, the piece of glass and metal stops being a tool and becomes a totem of a civilization that still knew how to see before it learned to measure.
A profound tribute to what remains when we turn off the screens and let the light speak for itself.




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