Stefano Stranges
QUELL’ANNO IN CUI…

Description

Stefano Stranges’ photo book documents the toughest phase of the coronavirus health emergency during national confinement and quarantine, in a participatory vision on the pandemic.
Taking a cue from the reportage filmed in Turin during the lockdown days, Stranges returns food for thought on the multiple reactions to this epochal event. Faced with the unexpected and imponderable dimension into which covid-19 has catapulted society, the photographer started from an introspective analysis, in search of awareness and comfort. In observing the reactions of other individuals, he found comparison, answers, hope and the desire to re-emerge. In the chaos, a variegated scenario makes room that reveals the most intimate aspects of people, but also the need to feel part of a community.
This is how Stranges himself describes the reasons for the project: “The job of the reporter tends to take me far away to tell stories and show fragments of life. This time the story was close to home. A story of new communication barriers, of places that are transformed and spaces that are converted, of absences and new presences: a history of resistance. A long photographic project, divided into chapters, a tribute to the human being who was the protagonist of an epochal event that led to the stopping of time and the rhythms of everyday life as we knew it.
After the first days of lockdown, spent observing my intimate space and reflecting on what was happening within the 200 meters allowed by the law, I felt the need to leave the transparent walls to go and document the life that proceeded outside it. space, but this time the story was under the house. A story of new communication barriers, of places that are transformed and spaces that are converted, of absences and new presences, a history of resistance.
The interrupted human relationship, but also the one that is reborn in a gesture of solidarity, despite that obligatory distance that does not allow a handshake by those who are grateful, or a last farewell to their loved one who has fallen in this struggle. Because that limbo where time and space are lost and you can breathe the crossroads between light and dark, was a trench. And the masked sentries present in this first line were also substitutes for their affections, the only living presences allowed, apart from that invisible being. “