Every Italian summer I tell myself I'll shoot less and swim more. Every year I come home with another series.
This one lives between Capri and Positano — the striped umbrellas at La Fontelina, the boats at Da Adolfo with the red fish painted on the hull, the Faraglioni standing out of the water like they're posing. There's a particular gold that only happens on the Amalfi Coast in the late afternoon, when the cliffs go warm and the sea turns the colour of a held breath.
Part travel diary, part visual memoir — a collection of moments that somehow became home.
I love photographing places that already know they're beautiful, because the real picture is the human moment underneath the glamour — the barefoot waiter, the bookkeeper at his desk, the old man on the phone while the whole coast glitters behind him.
If the Bondi work is about cold devotion, this series is about warmth and the slow theatre of an Italian afternoon. Hang one of these and the room gets ten degrees warmer.
— Jude