I recently posted on my blog on the corriere della sera website a reportage which I have put together during these past few days at the milanese fashion shows, following a model from the morning to the evening, trying to tell the story, without romanticism or silly infamies, the true life of a model.
The concept at the core of my job was very simple: everyone sees the models going around milan with a map in their hands, nobody knows anything about them, they see them as martians that landed on these lands and they imagine them in two different ways, drug addicts, anorexic and half prostitutes, or little princesses that travel only in first class. The truth is neither one of them. I simply tried to show the reality.
And in all truth, I tried to press on the more sad and squalid aspects of their lives. Also because (think about it a little bit!) I wanted this reportage to be relevant to all those young girls that dream about becoming a model, thinking that it is an easy thing to do, quick, lucrative and super cool: it’s not like that. Ok it’s not cool to go to work in a mine either, but nobody thinks it’s not all that cool and fun to go work in a mine, whilst everyone thinks that being a model is cool.
Here follows, you can click to enlarge, my favourite five images from the reportage: