The Architecture
Architecture is never a theatrical backdrop. We reject the bidimensionality of the background.
A perfect geometry, however immutable, remains an inert perimeter until it is crossed and de-structured by the unpredictability of a body. It is in the exact collision between the rigor of functional aesthetics and human emotion that matter reactivates. In that instant, the place ceases to be a cold frame and transforms into a relational space.
It is a mechanics of contact. Look, on the R.O.M.E. page, at the metaphysical distance of the maimed arm of the statue at Palazzo della Civiltà, reaching toward the unreachable void of the clouds. And then look at the skin of a human arm seeking the breath and solidity of a column. There is no subordination between the person and the monument.
There is only the point of equilibrium where cold geometry stops being a limit and begins to caress the figure, becoming the silent guardian of a private intimacy.
We do not pose people in front of architecture. We document the magic of the vital friction between flesh and marble.