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Alessandro Iovino

I must have been 4 or 5 years old. We were all living together under the same roof, my mum and dad, my brother and sister, the dogs, and my nanny Caterina with her husband, Lucio. Lucio used to make me wooden swords and with Caterina I would peel the green peas and put them in a metal bowl. This is the best memory I have. After that, I remember the fights, the court battles, the few days spent with my father, and the lies. Since then, I've always felt like something was being hidden from me. I've never known the full story about my family. I still don't. I spent most of my life with one person: my mother. Much of who I am today is because of her. And because of her, I had to leave. Not seeing my father caused me a lot of pain. Dad had many women when he was together with my mother, and also after they broke up. I erased two years of my life, I don't remember anything about that time. Those years I hated him, and didn't want to see or meet him. I remember hiding behind the kitchen window. I felt betrayed the whole time, I didn't know how to trust. I lost people I cared about. Photography is an excuse to go outside of my head and come back with something that nourishes me. A way to go back to my wooden sword, the peas in the bowl ready to be cooked. Today I feel I'm in a much better place. I miss home.

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16 Luglio 2026

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Periferia nord di Città del Capo. Una recinzione alta due metri delimita un complesso di case popolari: Albow Gardens. Le palazzine color pastello, segnate da enormi lettere nere e costruite durante l’Apartheid come dormitorio per soldati dell’aeronautica, attirano per caso lo sguardo del fotografo Alessandro Iovino. Da quell’incontro fortuito prende forma una ricerca destinata a […]

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