I was born in Milano in the same year when punk was born. I grow up among vynil and books, tapes and bootlegs. I graduated in Architecture at Politecnico and attended the Italian Institute of Photography.


The city and its methamorphosy, suburbs and peripheries, borders and subcultures have always been at the center of my personal research. Hidden architectures, precarious spaces, industrial buildings, dismissed areas are the subjects of my photographies but also the field of my activities: since 2005 I have been organizing artistic events and exhibitions in unconventional places. ( where is 101, where is 107.)


My photographic documentation about Berlin was noticed by the painter Andrea Chiesi (Modena, 1966) and we started a collaboration, giving life to the exhibition " Perpetuum Mobile " ( Berlin 2011)


"Invisible Cities" is a digital composition project who gives life to imaginary urban views, fragments of Metropolis hanging in the balance between Past and Future, in an apocalyptic age where the ruins of Future are stratified on the rubbles of Past, in a crescendo of derelict buildings with no more human presence.


In early 2009  I moved to Berlin, where I opened the artistic space:  XLAB Corrosive Art Farm. that in 4 years of intence activity hosted hundred of international creatives in all artistic disciplines.


In 2012 I founded the project "Ende Neu" in collaboration with Fabio Giampietro, Vins Grosso and Alberto Ponticelli: a reflection on Metropolis in the Third Millennium, inspired to Huxley´s visions, old cyberpunk movies and industrial noise.


In 2013 i opened Kunst Kabinet 451, a  little gallery/atelier, based in Berlin dedicated to d.i.y. zine, comics, screenprintings, dark art and curiosite´.


I works as freelance photographer, photo editing and art curator of events and exhibitions .

I am open to collaborations with artists, galleries and performers.

“I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen.


   I believe in my own obsessions, in the beauty of the car crash, in the peace of the submerged forest, in the excitements of the deserted holiday beach, in the elegance of automobile graveyards, in the mystery of multi-storey car parks, in the poetry of abandoned hotels.


    I believe in the death of tomorrow, in the exhaustion of time


    I believe in madness, in the truth of the inexplicable, in the common sense of stones, in the lunacy of flowers,


    I believe in the non-existence of the past, in the death of the future,  and the infinite possibilities of the present.


    I believe in the next five minutes.


    I believe in migraines, the boredom of afternoons, the fear of calendars , the treachery of clocks.


     I believe in anxiety, psychosis and despair.


     I believe in pain.


     I believe in despair.


     I believe in all children.


     I believe all excuses.


     I believe all reasons.


     I believe all hallucinations.


     I believe all anger.


     I believe all mythologies, memories, lies, fantasies, evasions.


     I believe in the mystery and melancholy of a hand, in the kindness of trees, in the wisdom of light."


                     J.G. Ballard, 1984

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