Princess day - Glory day

I've always listened suspiciously to the tales of "Princes" and "Princesses." Especially those with a happy ending. An adventurous beginning. A plot worn out and overdone. And an entire life summed up in five words: "And they lived happily forever".
More than once, growing up, I've wondered what purpose they serve? Why must we face this disillusionment too? When life already doesn't spare you.
Yet, this fascination feeds the imagination of many.
And if men have had to give up horse and sword, women have been able to retain the privilege of a dress, often even regal.
For some years, I photographed unknown brides.
Sometimes encountered by chance. Other times, lurking in glorious churches or abbeys.
Fascinated by the spectacle of every mise-en-scène. A Theater outside the Theater. A set outside of Cinecittà. Captivated by the play of others' shots. By the absolute truth of every interpretation. Which indeed is not an interpretation.
Astonished by acting performances worthy only of a star. Ironically played out in the "Unity of Space, Time, and Place" of Classical Comedy (and Tragedy).

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Today, I feel the desire to reinterpret those shots, blending them with some landscapes I captured over the years. Landscapes that still belong to me and that my mind frequents from time to time.
A journey into my archive. An immersion without scuba tanks, as only in a dream can be. Driven by a flow that wants to be as irrational as possible.