Too much snow. Gig cancelled, the plane to Rome still on the airstrip and the trains blocked because of the ice.
And I was without a single money left.
There was a general bad mood and they were all really deluded.
Just a couple of snapshots at the band after an interview in the empty venue.
Pier was quietly smoking with his usual aura that I still cannot define but that fascinates me so much. A sensation of undefined familiarity and points of view that are never obvious.
I shoot almost just for fun. Just for not making that day even more shitty.
It’s definitely true that it’s impossible to know when a good picture will come out.
The picture became the cover of his reading of Majakovskij…
And a great satisfaction for me.