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Glimpse of a Homeless Human

by Alberto Lugli

Italy

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I first met him a long time ago while I was filming a project about homeless. He was the first homeless I've ever approached. That was a really a powerful moment for me because many walls and pre-concepts were starting to shake. I was sneaking into this person's life that just five minutes before felt so distant and impenetrable. I still was unable to imagine all the things that would have come next.
I first met him a long time ago while I was filming a project about homeless. He was the first homeless I've ever approached. That was a really a powerful moment for me because many walls and pre-concepts were starting to shake. I was sneaking into this person's life that just five minutes before felt so distant and impenetrable. I still was unable to imagine all the things that would have come next.
He lived, when I shoot these photos, in a old house with many other people and families in different troubled situations. His only personal space, where he was keeping the little stuff he has, was into this room. The pills were for the heart. He had a mechanic valve in his heart that was ticking. You could hear that clicking sound when he was silent and when his heart rate accelerated, like when he was angry or telling you very personal things.
He lived, when I shoot these photos, in a old house with many other people and families in different troubled situations. His only personal space, where he was keeping the little stuff he has, was into this room. The pills were for the heart. He had a mechanic valve in his heart that was ticking. You could hear that clicking sound when he was silent and when his heart rate accelerated, like when he was angry or telling you very personal things.
Sucking on his cigarette like he did with his life. Squeezing every moment till the last drop. Is he really enjoying it? His name is Vincenzo.
Sucking on his cigarette like he did with his life. Squeezing every moment till the last drop. Is he really enjoying it? His name is Vincenzo.
I was captured by this detail. He showed me this book he used to scribble. He was drawing his hands first, then filling them up with endless microscopic drawings. The time we have is finite and one of our most precious thing. How do you fill it up?
I was captured by this detail. He showed me this book he used to scribble. He was drawing his hands first, then filling them up with endless microscopic drawings. The time we have is finite and one of our most precious thing. How do you fill it up?
I love that picture because I don't understand and actually don't remember if he was crying or laughing. He was trying a new pair of shoes I gifted to him. This is a really personal piece of the story of a human.
I love that picture because I don't understand and actually don't remember if he was crying or laughing. He was trying a new pair of shoes I gifted to him. This is a really personal piece of the story of a human.

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