Profile picture of Vito Alagna
Join the Street Photography Contest

About me

I was born in Erice, Sicily, where I live. I started taking photography around 2001, during the years I lived in Palermo. There I was lucky enough to meet several very talented Palermitan photographers who introduced me to photographic art. Over the years I have focused more and more on street photography and social reporting. Later I participated in the SPontanea collective project, through which I enriched my experience by having the opportunity to participate in various group exhibitions in Italy.

 

riVOLTI a SUD (Facing South)
riVOLTI a SUD (Facing South)
Sicily, Italy
Here in Sicily, where sacred and profane are mixed together, I cultivate my little domestic photography and exercise my gaze like a stranger in my own home. Just outside the door of the house, not too far from the place where I live, I go around capturing looks, emotions, gestures. I get confused in the crowd, I meet people, I see the pose, the most captivating grimace. Then maybe in a lonely street I find the unexpected, and I hear the photo coming from the stomach, while a mixture of surprise, curiosity, adrenaline and fear invades me. Everything passes by these alleys, from the moss-filled stones of the old houses, from the wrinkles of sullen old men who scrutinize me from the shutters, from the children who peel their knees on the asphalt, from my belly, from my feet, from my eyes that try to collect another piece for our collective memory.
Here in Sicily, where sacred and profane are mixed together, I cultivate my little domestic photography and exercise my gaze like a stranger in my own home. Just outside the door of the house, not too far from the place where I live, I go around capturing looks, emotions, gestures. I get confused in the crowd, I meet people, I see the pose, the most captivating grimace. Then maybe in a lonely street I find the unexpected, and I hear the photo coming from the stomach, while a mixture of surprise, curiosity, adrenaline and fear invades me. Everything passes by these alleys, from the moss-filled stones of the old houses, from the wrinkles of sullen old men who scrutinize me from the shutters, from the children who peel their knees on the asphalt, from my belly, from my feet, from my eyes that try to collect another piece for our collective memory.
Sicily, Italy
riVOLTI a SUD (Facing South)
riVOLTI a SUD (Facing South)
Sicily, Italy
riVOLTI a SUD (Facing South)
riVOLTI a SUD (Facing South)
Sicily, Italy
riVOLTI a SUD (Facing South)
riVOLTI a SUD (Facing South)
Sicily, Italy
riVOLTI a SUD (Facing South)
riVOLTI a SUD (Facing South)
Sicily, Italy
riVOLTI a SUD (Facing South)
riVOLTI a SUD (Facing South)
Sicily, Italy
riVOLTI a SUD (Facing South)
riVOLTI a SUD (Facing South)
Sicily, Italy
riVOLTI a SUD (Facing South)
riVOLTI a SUD (Facing South)
Sicily, Italy

Log in with your credentials

or    

Forgot your details?

Create Account