Travel & Documentation

The sky terrified me.
But my mother taught me to fly anyway.

I was raised by a woman who believed in window seats and wide horizons. My mom was an Alitalia ticketing manager — and a force of nature. She taught me that travel isn’t just about ticking boxes on a map, but about opening your life to something far bigger than comfort zones or flight schedules.We flew. Everywhere. Always.
Me — clutching my tiny suitcase and my even tinier courage.
Her — elegant, organized, wild at heart.
The woman who raised me never needed a boarding pass to dream. She just went.And even though I’ve always been scared of flying (ironically, I know), I kept going. Because when you’re raised on departures, you learn that fear isn’t the final destination — wonder is.This gallery isn’t just about travel. It’s about memory. Grief. And gratitude.It’s not polished yet — but neither is grief. Neither is the way I miss her. Neither is the world we’re trying to document, one shutter click at a time.I don’t just take photos of places.
I trace the fingerprints of the woman who showed them to me first.
This section is for her. And for all of us still trying to make sense of where we’ve been.Updated soon — because stories like this deserve to unfold slowly.