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Photo Book The images I filmed in faraway places in days far gone intertwine in dissolves, are transformed into photographs Dissolves Stefano Maria Palombi Edition 01/2011
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Sometimes in the editing room, sometimes in my mind, the faces and stories that our camera has captured become intertwined in a series of unpredictable dissolves.
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Photo BookThe images I filmed in faraway places in days far gone intertwine in dissolves, are transformed into photographs
Dissolves
Stefano Maria Palombi Edition 01/2011
Dissolves
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Tired or, rather, exhausted after a day of sweat,
dust, and emotions squared, I get on the jeep that
will take us back to a bed or, perhaps, a simple
hammock.
I force my sight out the windows as we pass from
village to village. And the magic begins. The scenes
that were � lmed a few hours or many months and
miles ago get confused with the images that are
now passing in front of my eyes, in a series of very
slow dissolves.
Everything is moving at � fty frames per second, in
front of my eyes without a backdrop.
I’m here, in the poor and starry Chaco, but also
along the Rio Madeira lit and shaken by lightning
and thunder. Or in the sky, red as the bill of the
Tucans, while behind me the huts of the Bakairi
indios fade out.
I am here now, but there is another me who, swept
like a cloud by the wind of Patagonia, crosses the
drunken and sweet Sunday of Antigua Guatemala
and leaps across the shit-fragrant puddles of
the slum at Kibera or enjoys through his tears
the panorama of faces and shacks of the favela
Rochina. There isn’t a fragile instant, there isn’t a
detail which escapes the frame of my gaze.
In this way, I succeed in coming in touch with the
life that is � owing before me.
Lord of an emotional energy, of a hypersensitivity
that leads me inside, inside, inside all that I see.
And so, all that I have not been, that I lost along the
way, all that has made living dif� cult, made me feel
uncomfortable, alone, and perhaps unhappy, now
comes back to me in a rush, with open arms. And
hugs me tightly and kisses me and caresses me
and whispers sweet words to me that make me fall
in love.
Like a shaman, I look at this world, these faces,
these walls, these skies, and feel at peace. Full of
very beautiful words that � ee away from me and
that I shall have lost forever. Full of thoughts
that make me feel light, full of limpid visions that
bestow an in� nite number of existences upon me.
A peace as contagious as one of the diseases that
so worry me and that in this moment make me
smile. A peace that moves with the slow paces of a
young girl with wood on her shoulders and arrives
in the beds of those who love me and have loved
me. Peace and visions. Without the peyote of the
Mexican sorcerers, without the smoke shot up the
nose by the blowguns of the Yanomani indios.
It’s a gift from the heavens, a gift for me.
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Concept: SMP+Texts: Stefano Maria PalombiDirector: Stefano Maria Palombi Director of Photography: Leo Carbotta, Alessio Gelsini, Gianluca LaudadioEdit: Anna Poscetti, Stefano Maria PalombiProduction Company: Cineteam Translations: Lyrical Translations www.lyrical-translations.com
All the images come from the Eight Per Mille and Offerings Campaign in favor of the priests of the Italian Episcopal Conference.
www.stefanopalombi.com
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