Sciò, sciò, ciucciuè (Go away, go away, owl!)

In Naples, bad luck is waved away with a gesture of the hand. A city of contrasts and beliefs, Naples remains a vibrant and unruly open-air stage.

For more than fifteen years, I have been returning there with my Rolleiflex, wandering its narrow streets where time seems to stand still. Between fervour and derision, encounters in the streets are always generous: a Neapolitan offers me a coffee, a nonna tells me about her neighbourhood, many laugh at my camera. The Neapolitans, curious and proud, welcome me warmly and reveal a little of their soul, between pride, faith and derision.