CIAO! Piacere, Cristiana.
Photography is not just my job—it’s my way of feeling the world, of capturing the poetry hidden in details, in people, in life.
I was born in 1996 in Spoleto, in the green heart of Italy, where my summers were spent running through sprinklers, breathing in the scent of homemade tomato preserves and freshly baked raspberry tarts, and getting my hands dirty picking daisies in the fields. Sometimes, instead of flowers, my hands were covered in scratches—a memory of the “dinners” I used to organize around our cats' food bowls.
Growing up surrounded by nature taught me to love simplicity, to find beauty in small things, and to appreciate the soft light of sunsets over rolling hills.
My love for photography was born before I even realized it, as I flipped through old family albums, mesmerized by the images and the memories they held. When I first picked up a camera, I instinctively started capturing fleeting moments with a hint of nostalgia—almost as if I were trying to hold onto time, afraid those instants might disappear.
MY STYLE
My photography is where two worlds meet: the spontaneity of reportage and the refinement of editorial. A delicate balance between reality and poetry, between stolen moments and images that feel like they belong in a magazine.
I love natural light, effortless movement, and the imperfections that make everything feel real. I pay attention to the details: a hand gently touching a dress, a hidden smile, the breeze tousling someone’s hair. I believe true beauty lies in simplicity, in authenticity, in the moments that can’t be staged.
I don’t seek perfection—I seek soul. And often, I’m amazed by how spontaneous moments turn out to be more perfect than anything I could have planned. That’s where photography moves me. It surprises me. Life creates moments and compositions that we can only recognize and capture—like good spectators. Just like poetry, where a skilled poet brings together words that seemingly don’t belong, yet together, they make you feel everything.
MY JOURNEY
I had a visceral need to discover the world, yet sitting in a classroom felt like being trapped. My gaze would often drift out the window, imagining lives different from my own, stories yet to unfold. So, before finishing high school, I decided to follow my restlessness and set off.
In London, I preferred walking for hours over taking the metro, observing people and dreaming up their stories. I was fascinated by details: a gesture, a glance, the way light embraced the city. But soon, nature called me back. I left the urban frenzy and flew to Fuerteventura, not knowing exactly what I was searching for. And it was there, in the wind-sculpted dunes and the deep breath of the ocean, that I found myself. I realized photography wasn’t just a passion—it was my path.
I returned to Italy to shape this vision, studying at the Professional School of Photography Mohole in Milan, and later specializing with a Master in Fashion Styling, Creative Direction & Digital Content at Istituto Marangoni, thanks to a scholarship.
Milan taught me fashion, the power of aesthetics, and, most importantly, how to believe in myself. It was there that I found a way to weave my wandering soul with beauty, blending my love for storytelling with visual elegance. From countryside to ocean, from landscapes to emotions, down to the subtlest details—everything intertwines in my photography, balancing reality and poetry. The kind of stories I love to relive through images.
THE EXPERIENCE WITH ME
Being a photographer is not just about taking pictures. It’s about connecting with people, stepping into their stories, and capturing what often goes unseen.
If you choose me as your photographer, you’re not just choosing images—you’re choosing a way of seeing the world. My goal is to make you feel comfortable, free, yourself. No forced poses, no artificial moments—just your story, told with authenticity and sensitivity.
I work discreetly, moving without intrusion, capturing what speaks to me without you even noticing. Because the most beautiful and genuine images are born when you forget the camera is even there.
In the end, what moves me the most is knowing that one day, as you look back at these photos, you’ll feel as if you’re right there again. In your moment, in your story, in your truth.