One day a worker denied me to take a photo of him because his job was poor and it wasn’t beautiful. I tried to insist, trying to let him understand that his white suit and his gentle movements were so elegant that he seemed a statue. He didn’t answer to me anymore and he went away. I started thinking about work, about jobs in general. There’re few people that works for passion. But there’re a lot of sacrifices that everyone does to arrive at the end of the month. Work, no matter what is it, it’s a chance to have. Every kind of work are noteworthy: from the worker to the beggar, from the juggler to the retired, from the painter to the merchant, from the farmer to the banker, from the tobacconist to the goldsmith, from the parent to the card player. Every occupation is a job. Every passion becomes a job. We shouldn’t disdain what we do, we should live day by day thanking to have an employ and fight against those who are dishonest. We should fight against injustice, against exploitation, against material and soul poorness. We should fight against those who work badly, against those who don’t pay, ecc. We should fight and rebel if we’re exploited, but, at the same time, we should work well, without recline.
The heroes of this collection were portrayed down the streets and by chance. Most of them smiled to me or I smiled while I was shooting with my Pentax P30 or with my Lomofisheye 2.0 (both film cameras).
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ph: taken with Pentax P30, 50mm, with Fiujifilm 400