I wanted so hard to make that photo, I was burning with the desire to make it from the moment, that I saw the old lady to leave the entrance…. I was walking around Mantua, I was hurrying , and she came out from the corner, so that was the moment when I forgot everything else. Actually, I had never wanted so much to take the perfect picture ever before. Now everything was different, I felt, that I want to photograph that moment… and maybe that’s the reason why I failed… it happened so that the focus was not good and it was complete failure. I had to throw this photo where I leave the other unsuccessful ones, but I just couldn’t do that. I just declined to do it.
A long time ago I used to talk with the photos, I guess that was some kind of schizophrenia. I gave the name “The Smile” to that photo. I gave her a name, but she already had a soul. I didn’t remember when was the last time when I saw honest and bright smile, filled with desire for life… joy… happiness… Although she had a mature appearance, she was a child at heart. That woman gave me so much positive vibes…
