THE ART OF THE

TRUE

EMOTIONS!

ALESSANDROADAMI

EXCLUSIVE

THE MODERN ART OF WEDDINGS

Tuscany 2024
by Alessandro Adami

Lake of Como 2025
Where the rhythms of Ghana intertwine with the calm of Lake Como, a wedding becomes poetry in motion.
Cit. A.A

EDITOR'S LETTER

THE BOY WITHOUT A PATH WHO LEARNED TO
SEE THE WORLD AND PHOTOGRAPH THE SOUL

Some are born with a plan, others, like Alessandro, are born with an invisible suitcase ready to be filled with attempts, dreams, and miles. Verona, 1996. A house full of voices, three siblings, bills that sometimes didn’t add up, and that stubborn instinct not to be a burden to anyone. School? No brilliant path to show off. Too much fog in the head to choose, too hungry for the world to stay still. Between 18 and 24, his life was a carousel of jobs. More than thirty, one after another. Bartender, warehouse worker, waiter, anything that came along. Italy, however, felt too tight. So he left. Spain, Ireland, then North Africa, with a backpack and a piece of advice that seemed like a bar proverb but turned out to be a real compass:

If you feel lost, travel. The world will put you back in order.

And then there’s the chapter no one likes to put on display. Among all those jobs changed, suitcases packed and repacked, new languages, and foreign cities, Alessandro wasn’t just looking for a future. He was trying not to get lost. Because the world can open you up, but sometimes it weighs on you like a low sky. There was a time when everything seemed to slip away. Identity confused, compass broken, days without color. An emotional collapse, silent and fierce, like a door closed without a key. And just as balance faltered, losses came. Grandparents, pillars of memory, passed away. Pain didn’t knock, it entered. Depression sat beside him, stubborn. But there’s one gesture that changes everything: getting up even when your legs shake.

Alessandro didn’t find a magic solution, he didn’t win a battle in a day. He kept going. One tired step, then another. He asked for help, faced the darkness, and decided he would be the one to define his story. Today, every photograph he takes carries a small secret: it is also made of all those nights that seemed endless. Light born from darkness.

Mom, Dad, Claudia, Albena, Mattia, Francesco, Leonardo, Davide, Alessandra, Cristiana, Tiziana. Names like milestones along the path. People who didn’t teach him how to photograph or what the world of weddings is like, but to look, slow down, and understand the bigger picture. Photography for him is not fashion, it’s a mission. Making people happy. Capturing the emotion before it escapes. Making sure a smile, a hug, a quiver in the voice remain there, still and alive.

Talent alone, however, is never enough. It requires mistakes, study, working at impossible hours, and doubts that bite. Alessandro faced them all. He worked with photographers who have graced the pages of Vogue and luxurious scenes where every detail matters. He learned how to move both in glittering halls and in courtyards full of tradition. In less than two years, he photographed dream weddings, the kind many chase for an entire career. Sometimes he still wonders if it was too fast. If running like that has a price. A legitimate question, no definitive answer. Yet one thing is certain: that boy who didn’t know what to become has become something. Today he is a wedding photojournalist, yes, but also a narrator of souls, a traveler who has learned that the right path isn’t found. It is created.

And his has only just begun.