“The south of Italy has always fascinated me. In the 1960s, my father and grandfather went to Puglia every year to go hunting,” says Andrea Savorani Neri. “I wanted to go explore this part of Italy that I was unfamiliar with but that I had heard so much about.” His head full of memories of his ancestors, he went on the road for twenty days, by himself, to discover the Italy of his fantasies.
“I wanted to see places that lived in my imagination: the Strait of Messina, the mountains of the Pollino park, Matera, Riace… but often I would just stop wherever I saw something visually interesting,” explains the photographer, who keeps and eye out for details that all too often seem insignificant: the plowed plot of land that a blazing sun dried out too quickly; the small hill whose shape echoes a small pile of earth on the side of the road; the resignation in the eyes of the woman with dark hair; the hand grabbing a pile of green foliage. All this is what makes up the charm and the character of this forgotten, implacable and timeless Italy.
By Coline Olsina