When I start a personal project, I almost always end up photographing women.
Not because men are less interesting — but because women, to me, are simply more complex, more layered, more intriguing.

The expectations placed on women are endless and often contradictory:
Be beautiful, but natural. Be ambitious, but soft. Be a mother, but stay independent.
And somehow, do it all — effortlessly.

Maybe that’s exactly what draws me in: the tension between strength and vulnerability, between adaptation and rebellion, between who they are and who they’re expected to be.

A great example is @bananats, an artist from Genoa whom I recently photographed.
She paints, performs, lives her art — unapologetically, honestly, sometimes loud, sometimes quiet. She carries that energy I so often feel in women who follow their own path. No poses. No calculation. Just presence — raw and real.

When I photograph women, that’s what I’m after: the moment when everything feels true. Not a perfect picture, but an honest one.

I’m inspired by women who do what they want. Who walk their own path, even when it’s not straight. Who allow themselves to be both strong and soft at the same time.

Maybe that’s why I keep coming back to them — because every woman who follows her own way is, in herself, a work of art.