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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.







date » 27-06-2026 10:11

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tags » still life, backstage photographic set, kemal babdrack, artistic photo, iphone 7, thumberwald,


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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










date » 12-05-2026 10:14

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tags » still life, food photography, panasonic fz 300, thumberwald,

----- 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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Natura morta of a clandestine pulse
This image is a domestic noir where the low, raking winter sun acts as a scalpel, isolating the stark white porcelain against a backdrop of deep, theatrical red. It is far from a simple composition; it is the visual record of a "calembour" that transitioned from a latent state to a brutal reality.
The cup, precariously tilted on its saucer, serves as a testimonial object—a secret code shared between "him and her." It represents that urgent, SMS-triggered invitation to seize a stolen moment while the unsuspecting spouse is away. In this frame, the white of the ceramic does not symbolize purity, but rather the flashpoint where desire overrides all else, embodying those "who subject reason to lust" ("che la ragion sottomettono al talento", Dante, Inferno, V, 39).
The atmosphere is heavy with the tension of a repeated ritual, a cycle of "sin" that refuses salvation. It is as echoes the sharp, dissonant contrasts of Gesualdo da Venosa madrigal—extreme, tormented, and beautiful in its instability.
Ultimately, there is no redemption to be found here. There is only the fixation of an "exact" moment before the inevitable end—a stage where the vibrant red of passion is destined to fade into the gray of memory. It remains a haunting reminder that "there is no greater sorrow than to recall a happy time in misery."
One cup, two lovers, and a silence that screams.


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The Verb: The Blinding Disc At the summit, the white light acts as the active verb. It does not illuminate; it commands. Its blurred edges suggest a vibration, a high-frequency frequency of power that sits atop the structure like a synthetic deity. It is the eye of the system, the single word of a single language that everyone hears but no one truly understands.

The Object: The Shadows At the base, the thin, dark figures are the direct objects of this architectural sentence. They are the fragmented remains of a people compressed into a horizontal sliver of darkness. They are the weight that holds the tower up, yet they are rendered as mere punctuation marks—small, black, and replaceable.

The Tense: Eternal Present The saturated red background removes any sense of time or atmospheric depth. This is not a sunset or a dawn; it is the permanent, neon-lit heat of an artificial furnace. The grammar of the color suggests a space where the air has been replaced by signal, and the horizon has been replaced by a wall.
The Infernal Synthesis In this Babylonian ensemble, the hell is not the confusion of tongues, but the terrifying clarity of a single, mechanical command. It is a landscape of absolute efficiency where the architecture of the "New Order" stands tall over a silent, shadowy crowd. The machine is the only thing that speaks.


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I was Born in another dimension of Space / Time has its sides more than positive, it’s a matter of pure energy mate. And like sayd Totò (Great italian actor much more as Charlot-Chaplin) “modestly, I was born”. The image, among various artifices, is a corner of my living room, a windowsill, and a shelf on which I have placed, on a photography book, the mythical Diana with as roll-film named 120 code, whose plastic meniscus/lens transforms everything into a “pleasure” flou; it has diaphragms/holes and the shutter is exactly a “guillotine”, equal “pleasure”. It’s an analog camera born (sold) for family photos outdoors (there was a version with mounted a flash bulb to be replaced, as in the Weegee/Arthur Fellig style films, with each shot, and they could be bought at photographic store, loose, as many as you thought you needed!)
And the image/frame of Marilyn is equally all rustic forms that share nothing with modern "zoccole" silicone tits, lips, and asses, post mortem à la page!
This composition evokes a sense of nostalgia, connecting the vintage photo gear to the enduring legend of Marilyn Monroe.

date » 23-02-2026 10:58

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tags » still life, urban life, daylight, abstraction in blue, olympus camedia point and shoot,


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This image conveys as almost tactile texture. The sharp horizon dividing the dense blue weave feels like a boundary between what is submerged and what is visible. In that ordinary, damp existence, the light does not illuminate so much as it saturates the fibers, making the fabric heavy, as if it carries the weight of a daily routine that never quite dries out.

There is the precision of an archaeological excavation in this shot: I not just photographing an object, but the top layer: of a habit. The grain of the fabric, enhanced between analog (my life) and digital, emerges with a sharpness that makes the dampness almost perceptible on the skin. It is the portrait of a silent moment, a fragment of reality that does not seek to be anything other than what it is.

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