Giulia Fiorucci

I was introduced to photography and travel at a very young age.

I remember that every year, a day would come when my maternal grandparents, Silvia and Pietro, would set off on a trip to some remote corner of the globe; upon their return, they would host an evening dedicated to viewing the photos from their journey.

Back then—in the early 2000s—people still used slide film, and we would watch the images projected onto a white sheet in the living room. I was fascinated (the little ing. inside me) by both the photos and the projector itself: a machine capable of transforming a tiny image on a semi-transparent slide, into such a massive picture, and doing so repeatedly as the slides cycled through one after another.
For that era, my grandparents were true adventurers: by the end of the 20th century, setting out from Ivrea (the Italian city that was home to Italian excellence, Olivetti), they had already visited places like Patagonia, Sudan, and China, and had toured all of Europe in a camper van.

My grandparents passed that passion on to my mother and her brother, Anna and Carlo, who in turn passed it on to me. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always owned a small camera—starting with compact film models.
It was through analog cameras that I developed my eye for photography: a roll of film held a maximum of 36 shots, so it was crucial to think carefully before pressing the shutter.
I learned to really consider the framing—moving 100 meters on foot, then shifting a meter to the right or two to the left before shooting—and to wait for the perfect moment, free from passersby, cars, or other distractions, or perhaps waiting for something specific to happen.

I lost interest in analog cameras for a few years after digital models hit the market; I couldn't stand the idea of ​​not having access to the best quality available on the market.
But then, I was given my first digital camera when I was twenty—perhaps the most coveted gift of my life. From that point on, having reached an age where I could start traveling the world on my own, my passion was reignited; what you see on this page is the result of what followed: travel photos, captured while following in my family's footsteps.

I dedicate this project to my family, who first sparked this passion in me and then enabled me to nurture it.
To Pietro and Silvia, to Anna and Carlo, and to Marco, Andrea, and Sergio.