My story with cars and photography started very early, very casually. I was born in a land where gasoline is like gold. It is known as The Cradle of challenge, agonism and love for the thundering metal, close to the arena par excellence of racing: the Targa Florio.
I was nine years old the first time I took the camera to photograph a slalom. At the time, inusual cars were around. Since that moment, I have not abandoned this thing growing up with the idea that cars are the most exciting things we have, like art. After I have driven on many tracks, I have chosen the historical cars because they are the only four wheels that can still excite me nowadays. Things done in an old-fashioned way have a different flavour, talk about them is pure joy for the eyes of the listener and the beholder.

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