Fabrizio Spagnolo
To trumpet
I suspect that there is a beautiful Italian idiom that includes a trumpet and indicates speed.
I don’t speak much Italian, apart from prego and Lavazza, and arrivederci, so if there is such an idiom I may never know. it could be that it is the language of the street that I have never walked. I could be missing a clever play on words, or merely not seeing what is right before my eyes.
But none of that matters because Fabrizio speaks to me in a language I understand — the language of photography.
He tells me of the speed of the man running so fast Fabrizio’s camera can’t keep up. He speaks to me of distance, of shutter speed and focal plane. He whispers of the gentle hiss of bicycle tyres on pavement. He hints of enclosed spaces, echoes, and of brilliant sunshine ready to burst through when bike tyres and runner’s feet emerge.
When he speaks to us in the lingua franca of photography, we have no need of words.
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