I was in pinasse within the port of Mopti in Mali, when I saw this cute guy who bathed in dirty water up to his waist, was painting in black the side of a large pinasse cargo. Knowing that I wanted to photograph him, he chose a pose, making me a funny tongue.
This cute girl of Djennè, to attract my attention, improvised in front of me a dance step, I was able to grasp the beautiful expression encircled by the wonderful pink of her mesh.
I was visiting the port of Mopti, when I was attracted to this fisherman, that aboard his pinasse alongside a large cargo ship, was arranging the fishing nets. To protect himself from the sun used a strange pink hat!
I was returning from the Hoggar to Tamanrasset, when the guide stopped for lunch in a wadi, at whose source, I found a Berber family consisting of mother, two daughters and two sons who had gone there to wash them, and do laundry. Initially very shy, after establishing a dialogue, they relaxed allowing me to photograph them.
I was going along the track that runs through the Jebel Sahro in Morocco, when I met two brothers who were resting in the shade of the wall of their house, whose front door was painted a nice bright yellow. I was struck by the colors and especially from expression of the two children, serious and detached.
This is the portrait of another counselor of the village of Sangha, I was especially struck by his very dusty glasses, which certainly did not allow him a good view.
I was wandering through the marketplace of Djanet, beautiful oasis in south-east Algeria, when I was struck by this image: on the “wall” made of corrugated iron painted blue, the shopkeeper had hung a beautiful gellabia brightly colored to bring up the buyers!
I had arrived in Dogon village of Bamba and was surrounded by about twenty children, happy to see a stranger in the village. Despite the poverty visible everywhere, I was struck by the fact that many girls were well dressed, decorated with simple ornaments that were in perfect harmony with the colors of their clothes.
I met this kid at my parents’ house Dogon guide, he was very lively and with his brothers or cousins played performing small stunts directly on the ground of the courtyard of the house: its dusty appearance is a confirmation.
This is a Dogon village chief, once donated cola nuts as a sign of respect, he did not say a word, did not change his expression, did not move a muscle, but let me photograph him freely.
Here I have portrayed a dancer on stilts in the village of Tireli, he is resting on a rock in a range of dance for the commemoration of the dead. In addition to his incredible skill and agility, I was very impressed by his costume and his mask.
In Mali, it is nice to see that there is the taste to style the hair in an elaborate way, reviving them with colored beads, from an early age. Here in the village of Tireli, I was struck by the tender look of this beautiful little girl who sported a cute hairstyle and a simple necklace of blue beads.
In Mali, the flour needed for the preparation of meals, is achieved using large mortars, where women continue to beat often in pairs, singing tribal songs. Here a young and smiling Dogon girl poses for me, supporting the heavy pestle of the mortar where she is working.
This young girl in the village of Tireli was playing with her sister when I asked her if I could photograph them. She pulled away putting in this beautiful pose hooked to a support beam of an embankment, her gaze was intense but very friendly and at the end he gave me a big smile.
This is the portrait of an elderly woman in Dogon village of Banani. She was resting on the front door and when I asked if I could photograph her, smugly agreed, not changing her posture, but by adjusting the expression, proud to pose for me.
This little girl for me will always be the mascot of the Dogon country. Just come to the village of Tireli was part of the group of children who welcomed me; I immediately noticed her thanks to its unique hair, but being very shy she stood on the sidelines. Follow me afar all the time when I visited the village, but at the time I left, he agreed to be photographed, while maintaining a timid expression of seriousness.
Here I have portrayed a musician who accompanied the dancers of Tireli during the commemoration of the dead. All former dancers, become musicians during the dances, because they know perfectly the rhythms with which to conduct the dancers.
The serious look of this old Dogon in the village of Tireli, sitting near the Toguna place on top of the village, caught my attention, so I asked him if I could photograph him. Once given its consent, resumed his serious expression, as knowing that it was just what I wanted to capture.
Despite his age this Dogon man still owns a powerful physique. I met him along a path in the village of Tireli and at my request to photograph him, he agreed with a nod without modifying its posture.
I was driving along a road in the center of Tamanrasset, doing last minute shopping in preparation to explore Hoggar, when I found a butcher who had placed two legs of a dromedary at the door, to make it clear to customers that now he had fresh dromedary meat. A friend promptly took off his shoes and came alongside to the two legs, allowing me to take this curious image.
Inside the market of the oasis of Djanet there are 2 or 3 restaurants in a bad way, hovels made of rusty corrugated iron and burned by the sun where they serve simple meals for the local population in incredible hygienic conditions. This is the owner of the best, proud of being portrayed on the door of his restaurant.
I was walking along the alleys of Ghadames in Libya, when I met this man who was resting sitting on an old chair placed under an arch protected from the scorching sun of midday, it was peaceful and made me only a sign to agree.
This is a portrait of one of the counselors of the village of Sangha. I became curious about the peaceful expression in perfect harmony with his blue dress.
The walls of the Djennè houses are made of mud, that dried in the sun, give them these special surface textures. Here a child had just left the house with the papers in his hand to go to the school that was held on the street a few meters ahead.
I met this kid in an alley of Djennè in Mali, holding a blue bucket. Curiously, this had the same color of what remained of his jersey. He looked at me seriously for a moment and then ran away!
I met this guy, who seated in the middle of a dusty alley in Djennè, Mali, was transcribing some suras on a tablet. The teacher was a few meters away sheltering from the sun under a portico.
Walking through the narrow streets of Djennè in Mali, I met these two brothers dressed in the same way, that were resting in the shade of the wall of their house. The reflected light was magnificent and I asked them to photograph them. The younger was overjoyed, the older initially seriously, then broke up into a big smile.
I had come to Djenne in Mali, on Sunday afternoon to attend the next day at the famous Monday market. Strolling through the town accompanied by a boy who had proclaimed himself my official guide, I found this little girl selling necklaces, leaning against a wall waiting for customers. She was very serene, let photograph quietly and did not try to sell me any necklace.
On the doorway of a house overlooking the square of the Great Mosque of Djennè, this little girl with a beautiful yellow dress is waiting for someone in a particular pose, that judging by the recess of the wall must be very common among the inhabitants of the house.
In Mali, all women of all ages carry their loads on their heads, but young girls help themselves with arms.
Over time, acquiring the right balance they can also carry very large and heavy objects. Here, against the backdrop of a colorful canvas hung out to dry, this child is carrying some old aluminum pots.
This little girl with shy expression, played hide and seek with me trying to photograph her on the doorstep. Curiosity led her to show up and then run away in the shade, as soon as she saw me with the camera pointed. After several attempts, I finally gave this beautiful image.
I was driving along the main road in a remote village in the High Atlas in Morocco. The wind was impetuous when I met this girl about 9-10 years old with her brother on his shoulders. Begged me to give her something, I stopped and pulled out of my caboose a packet of pasta, she ran away barefooted, but happy.
In Mali, all women have the habit of carrying their loads on their heads. For exercising, start at an early age, as this beautiful little girl carrying a large salad, but with the help of her hands.
In the shadow of the wall of the Great Mosque of Djennè, around which the city life, this man decided to take a nap lying on his colorful carpet while around the life bustles before the sunset.
Waiting to find customers for the fruit that has neatly divided over his cloth-shop, this guy of Djennè, takes a nap leaning against a wall of mud.
I met this beautiful Berber woman with her children, to a source south of Tamanrasset returning from the Hoggar. With proud bearing, but friendly, allowed me to portray her several times, amused by all the attention that I dedicated. I was struck by its serenity.
I was in Fes in Morocco and the guide took me into a leather shop to see the area of the leather tanners from the top. Below me, in the shadow of a wall, a young man with a green polo, was carefully stretching the skin of a sheep that had just finished to dye in a nice bright yellow, I was struck by the colors and the style of the scene.
Here I portrait this little girl with a curious expression, leaning against a lamppost is thinking about how to perform the tasks that the close school teacher had just prescribed them.
Every time you enter into a Dogon village, you have to bring as gifts the kola nuts to the village chief and his counselors, who are sitting under or around the Toguna, a sort of legal and administrative building of the village. Here I have portrayed the head of the village in Bongo with his most trusted counselor, after bringing the gift.
For the first time I had to enter in the area of Adrar Hanet in Algeria. My touareg guide was waiting for me near the Gorges of Arak. It was there that I met him, he waited patiently leaning on a rock, in its elegant gellabia with the chech that covered his face. His proud look, was very impressing for me and I asked him if I could portray him. He proved to be a great guide.
It was a bright afternoon but veiled with haze, when in proximity of an island on the Niger river met this guy on board his pinasse that was slowly moving away from the shore. I photographed him instantly trying to reproduce that strange light that illuminated the afternoon.
I was cruising along the Niger river aboard a pinasse, when I crossed the three men who were singing aboard their boat. The joy was palpable and one of them wanted to share it with me, giving me a friendly greeting.
It was late afternoon when I arrived in Djennè,
I was wandering around near the mosque when a guy approached me and asked if I wanted to go inside.He asked 5 USD, and after a quick negotiation led me inside. A wonderful soft light enveloped the silence, while a man walked slowly along the tall corridors.
I was walking through the streets of Djennè, many children were playing in the street
when this cute guy struck a pose in front of this wagon, greeting me with a military French salute.
He was happy to be photographed….
It was late afternoon when I arrived in Djennè,
I was wandering around near the mosque when a guy approached me and asked if I wanted to go inside.He asked 5 USD, and after a quick negotiation led me inside, dividing the fee with the guardian of a secondary access.
It was late afternoon and I wandered through the narrow streets of Djennè in Mali, I met this man who was resting in the shade, sitting at the feet of his old bike that
he used to carry some heavy packs.
After leaving Timbouctu and crossing the Niger river, I arrived in Douenza market day. People were a lot, the marketplace full of beautiful colors, but one thing that I realized during the visit of the marketplace was that the Malian female population is beautiful, fine-featured, with elegant bearing and sweet character.