In a green valley, amongst coniferous forests and alpine pastures, the village of Schignano embeds itself in the poor mountains that face
Lake Como.
One of the most ancient traditions of Schignano is surely the Carnival, which is celebrated every year in a very peculiar, nay, unique way. The
parade, full of allegories and symbols, depicts the farewell of the men, who have to leave village one again towards their migrant destiny.
The Carnival sinks its roots in the past, common to many villages of the region, when the men used to leave their homes and families for
nine months a year. The end of the Carnival thus enacts the departure of the men and the solitude of the women. A spontaneous festival,
anarchical, with no rules nor written laws, that continues to live only thanks to the people’s
spirit and to the artisans who cave the characteristic wooden masks.
"A winter' s tale" is my first long term project , it took me more than three years. I just printed the book with a successful crowdfunding
campaign. I was granted exceptional access to the heart of a community which is notoriously closed. My work reflect this uncanny reality
without questioning it, without explaining it or putting it into context. The frame is never wide enough to break the illusion, to unveil the trick.
the alternative dimension of the Carnival becomes legitimate. You just need to leave your rational part behind. Let the pictures drag you into
the story and lead your way. You have to take a leap of faith and plunge into the hallucinated world of the Carnival.