Alone, Together

Humans have strange habits. We move from one country to another, from the countryside to the city, from the suburbs to the center. We want to be where things happen, where life feels denser and more real. We chase the idea that out there, among those people, in that noise, something will finally happen. Somehow, we want to be close to others: it doesn’t matter if not close enough to talk to them, just to see them. Just to know they are there. Alone, Together was born from this contradiction. I have spent years traveling the world with a camera, and even though the colors, rhythm, sounds, and smells change, this scene repeats itself. And I love capturing it in all its forms. In Beijing, where thousands of people walk silently. In Seoul, where you can eat grilled pork at 4 a.m. alone and not feel strange. In Istanbul, where two continents and who knows how many cultures merge while somehow remaining separate. In Morocco, where the squares fill up at night only to empty later. In Zurich, where I live. And in Milan, where I come from, and where I do not take photos.