ACTIVE LOGBOOKS
The projects of Senza Fissa Esposizione are not planned photographic series created for commercial or editorial purposes. They are active logbooks, born from movement, instinct, and urgency. Each one represents a different way of using the lens—not as a barrier to hide behind, but as a tool for human connection and pure currency. From street culture to the routes of survival, this is reality captured without filters.
SFE: BACKBONE (Cadiz to Messina)
A trans-national journey from Cadiz to Messina, crossing the southern coasts of Spain and France to Genoa, and down to Sicily. Moving mostly on foot, or trading shots for a ride or a train ticket. Photography becomes the sole currency for survival—the only way to find food, a place to sleep, a hot shower, and electricity to recharge camera batteries. A 3500-kilometer test of visual endurance.
SFE: PORTRAIT
Portraits born from purely accidental encounters. No staging, no planning. Guided exclusively by energy, vibes, and raw instinct when choosing subjects. Every face is a fragment of the street and an immediate connection—a piece of raw humanity captured in a single moment of mutual trust.
SFE: REPORTAGE
The world seen through the vision. Pure documentary photography that rejects the filter of corporate journalism to embrace the truth of lived experience. Stories, subcultures, and everyday realities captured from the inside, where the camera is not a shield, but a tool to submerge into reality.
SFE: SKATE & SURF
Beyond the athletic performance, this is the backstage of a culture. It documents the sacrifice, devotion, and obsession that binds these communities together: nights spent in minivans, freezing mornings in asphalt parking lots or by the ocean, bruised bodies, and the raw lifestyle of those who live for the board.
SFE: HOMELESS (Las Palmas)
A return to the roots on the concrete of Las Palmas. This project will come alive as soon as I secure a compact camera and the logistical support for spare batteries. It means returning to the pavement to document the invisible humanity I once lived through: the grueling lines at food banks, the damp nights on sidewalks, the faces, the broken conversations, and dinners eaten on stone walls. Not a pitiful gaze from the outside, but a testimony from within.