Underneath the dresser in my living room there is a sugar-paper blue suitcase. I can’t remember if it was a gift from my grandfather or my brother, anyways, it doesn’t really matter. During my last two years in Berlin it has reached the romantic weight of photographic memories. Months and years have turned into analog film.
I invited my friends to face a new challenge, asking them to take care of my little treasure made of remains, mistakes, forgetfulness.
I asked them to pick one of my photos and write a story inspired by it.
Just a few words. A little thought. I didn’t tell them anything about the photo they had chosen, nothing about when and why it was shot.
In their hands the photo is freed from my intent.
My point of view doesn’t exist anymore.
A new memory has found a place in my life.
“La valigia carta da zucchero” is a 40 pages notebook with a run of 100 copies.