MY HAIR

For the last few years I have seen my hair fading away. During the Covid-19 pandemic I decided to keep track of this unstoppable farewell. 

I've archived each self-taken photo with a date and location, in order to be able to recall where I was and what I was doing by just looking at my hair. This project is still in process, and won't end until I will still have one last hair on my head. It's a journey that I cannot control, or most probably I don't want to change even though it is painful.It is a common event, a memory of a natural process that links many people in this world. I've decided to show all the pictures in a chronological order as an X-ray of the changes happening in my life. Infact, I can tell from a quick look at my hair when I was anxious or relaxed or when I made love.

It's the on-going portraits of my life.