I’m leaving Italy today… Between meetings I had time to explore around with my camera and iPod in overdrive. I saw a lot of interesting faces, so I collected a series of portraits that I have collected into a little portfolio set on Flickr called “What they Dream and What they Do”. If I ever saw someone with an interesting face, I thought perhaps they might have an interesting story too, so I’ve organized the set by the motif of what people do with their lives. Here are the first eight pictures from the series. I will probably add to this collection in the future, or at least until I ask to take someone’s picture and they punch me in the face.
This is Vespucci
This is Vespucci.
Vespucci’s dream is to find his son and tell him important things. He twists his head quickly at me with a lost and quizzical look, and then he returns to a thoughtful gaze.
Vespucci is currently homeless and cannot remember where his son is.
This is Skye.
Skye’s dream, she says with a stalwart demeanor, is to be a successful dermatologist.
Skye is currently modeling in Milan during summer break from medical school.
This is Paola.
Paola’s dream, she pauses, she can’t remember them any more.
Paula is currently poses as the Statue of Liberty on the Spaccanapoli in Naples.
This is Claudio.
Claudio’s dream is to help people and to seek the truth. He squints at the crucifix in the basilica.
Claudio is currently living out his dream and has peace.
This is Maurizio.
Maurizio’s dream is to captain a boat in the bay of Naples and to protect the habitat around Pospitillo and the Amalfi Coast. When he shakes hands, his grip is of old rope.
Maurizio is currently living out his dream.
This is Astia.
Astia’s dream was to see her son to rule the Roman Empire.
Astia died never seeing it happen.
This is Manea.
Manea’s dream is to go back to Romania and find his mother. He smiles inside his beard, looking upward.
Manea is currently homeless and thinks his mother may be dead, or worse, she may not remember him.
This is Maria.
Maria dreams of being a songwriter and singer. She often looks down and nods her head, thinking about deep waves.
Maria is currently teaching scuba diving in Naples and writes songs at night.
Okay the Mick bit first, since these really have nothing to do with one another.
I was at the Principe di Savoy here in Milan to have a meeting, and I found out that is where the Rolling Stones are staying for their concert tonight. I was first tipped off by the aging and drugged-out hippies that were standing outside the security gates peeking around for a view of any of these octogenarians. While I was inside, I was waiting around the lobby and all the sudden Mick Jagger came out of the elevator. There was a super-tall brunette with him (is that Jerry Hall? Are they still together? Did she dye her hair?).
Anyway, I walked right up to him when he came out and held out my hand.
He looked at me and shook my hand and said, “Hi, I’m Mick.”
I smiled because I thought it was funny that he introduced himself first and I said, “Hi, I’m Trey. I thought you were dead!”
He laughed and said something COMPLETELY unintelligble in British, and walked off with his bodyguards, all of whom were now eying me with a high degree of suspicion.
Okay now for the Duomo part.
From this view, it is not hard to see that this cathedral can hold over 40,000 people.