Villas, jetties and lights on the water
Wedding photographer
on Lake Garda
If there’s one place I can call home without ever having lived there, it’s Lake Garda.
My grandparents had a house in Sirmione and as a child I often spent my Sundays there. The ritual was more or less always the same: after lunch I’d go for a walk with my great-aunt and we’d end up by the water, feeding bread to the swans. Nothing special ever happened, and yet when I think back to those afternoons I get that sweet kind of nostalgia I know so well (which, incidentally, is what most of my way of photographing is built on).
A few years later the lake came back into my life through another door. My closest friend is from Toscolano Maderno, and that’s where I spent some of the happiest years of university. Since then work, families and everything else have come along, but on Sundays we still meet up there, all together, for a swim. Some things, luckily, don’t change.
