Pietro Coppa

It happens sometimes that we go out without a precise destination, a bit bored, perhaps with a camera in hand,…

Foliage in an urban landscape. Rome, Viale Giulio Cesare, December 20th 2024.The year is drawing to a close, and cannot…

If the City suddenly offers such opportunities to capture a certain vein of surreal glee, how can one turn them…

I wanted to collect some images to try to recount some of the atmospheres of this in-between time between summer…

There is a fine line between private, personal, hidden, and public, visible to all. And this demarcation line is transformed…

’O Franza o Spagna purché se magna!‘ so proclaimed the disenchanted Roman plebs in the 16th century, faced with the…

Armchair and pavement. Rome, Borgo S.Angelo, October 28th 2024.There is a somewhat autumnal charm in things that have lost their…

When the day darkens and fades into evening, there is a suspended time, a moment in which the sky is…

The images I present here have little in common with each other: the things and people who are their subjects…

The sea has always exerted an irresistible fascination from which innumerable images of marinas have sprung in painting and photography

In photography, as in all arts, there are rules of composition that make images more pleasing and usable. They are…

The images I offer here are a few travel photos from a quick, and certainly superficial, passage through Brittany this…

The conscious tourist sometimes feels a little out of place, an intruder in situations and contexts that are not entirely…

In photography, a certain sense of unreality, certain atmospheres with a surreal vein, can be achieved in an infinite number…

Underground, the world below, both in the real sense of a dark and hypogeal place with stairs, descents and ascents,…

A few days ago, passing through Piazza delle Vaschette, in Rome just behind my house, I noticed an old Volkswagen…

Leviathan’s mirrors. Rome, Via delle Fosse di Castello, May 21th 2024.The City is full of traffic, of traffic jams, a…

I confess that there are times when telling about my city and illustrating my relationship with it seems to become…

These images at first glance would appear to be a series of still lifes, of details and objects, mainly chairs,…

Here we are at the third and last chapter of the collection on the walks to Piazza Navona, not in…