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Cantor in a Car: Feminine Infinities Captured in the Dark?
I photographed Rossella in a car, at night, with only a flashlight and a few street lamps
I took these photographs at night, with Rossella seated in the car. I used just a flashlight and a few street lamps as allies. There is no photo studio and no perfect artificial lighting. I sought chiaroscuro almost out of necessity, moving around the vehicle and trying improbable angles. Sometimes, her face emerged from the half-light for an instant, and I had to be ready.
Other times it remained hidden, leaving me only the curve of a shoulder, the profile of her neck. It wasn’t easy — the flashlight trembled, the shadows shifted continuously. But in that imperfection, in those spaces between light and darkness, I glimpsed something that reminded me of Cantor’s mathematical paradoxes. That infinity hiding between one number and another, just like beauty surfaces in the moments between one pose and another.
Every pose of a woman is like a number in Cantor’s infinity. An arm raised above the head, an arched back, a tilted neck — these are merely the first digits in an infinite number of possibilities. Just as Cantor discovered different…
