Investigating the relationship between humans and their (physical) environment is the focus of my work. Who we are is determined by our social environment and (family) history. How we build our self-esteem determines how we look to the outside world and how we respond to the other.
Fabrizio Nacciareti, born in Rome in 1981, graduated from the Higher Institute of Photography and Integrated Communication there. His early work involved travel and geographic reportage. Later he pursued social photography, looking for stories and figures out of the collective imaginary. In 2009 he joined”OnOff Picture”, an Italian agency of photojournalism and reportage. He has since collaborated with the most important Italian and international magazines. He is currently a freelance photographer, based in Rome.
Digital photography, silver prints, 2015
The idea is simple: portraits of people through their reflection on the screen of their smartphone or tablet. The starting point is the alienation of technology that enslaves us.
“A man going quietly about his business all day long expends far more muscular energy than an athlete who lifts a huge weight once a day. This has been proved physiologically, and so the social sum total of everybody’s little everyday efforts, especially when added together, doubtless releases far more energy into the world than do rare heroic feats. This total even makes the single heroic feat look positively minuscule, like a grain of sand on a mountaintop with a megalomaniac sense of its own importance.”
R. Musil, The Man Without Qualities
A user experience/product designer by trade, I am a self-taught contemporary Indian artist and photographer, actively seeking multi-dimensional conditions and emotions through my photographs. Initially photography was a newfound medium into which to channel my creative energy alongside painting. I have been engaged in street photography since 2013, capturing moments from the streets without any predefined purpose or set agenda.
Cairo, 15 January 1850
[…] Here we are then, in Egypt, the land of the Pharoahs, the land of the Ptolemies, the kingdom of Cleopatra (as they say in the grand style). Here we are, and here we abide, with our heads shaven as clean as your knee, smoking long pipes and drinking our coffee lying on divans. What can I say? How can I write to you about it? I have scarcely recovered from my initial astonishment.
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