“If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees”
I have been sucked into the world of hair ever since Colucci walked into my life on a crisp London night some 20 odd years ago.
The reason we met was my hair.
Crew cut versus suave, Italian locks.
A match made in heaven.
We married, made babies & grew up, well, so we’d like to think…
Fabio followed his dream & still is, while I found my true passion.
I fell in love with photography.
There are innumerable reasons why, but first and foremost it is simply because to me, a picture has what it takes to tell a story, and somehow, through the expression, charisma and mood of an individual I feel what that story might bring to light, both visually & creatively.
Charlie grew up in the midst of both worlds & presumably that’s why she is so comfortable in front of a camera.
She is a natural, free spirited child and whether she is grumpy, happy or sad she knows how to make the camera hers. While most children shy away just by the sight of a camera, Charlie is most comfortable in letting you into her life.
No fear, no inhibitions.
On our trip to Puglia last weekend, while walking along the beach, I caught her when she was joyfully playing with the wind that was blowing through her hair, not paying attention to the tumultuous waves smacking the sands behind her.
I took some shots of her, candidly.
No posing but the innocence of a child playing with Mother Nature.
What struck me most in these shots was her hair. It reminded me of that cold night in London when Fabio said to me;
“Wow, I really like your style, I am Fabio, can I cut your hair?