Caterina Errani

With Pure Spontaneity, a Reportage Photographer Captures Love

The love for reportage photography was born out of passion when I bought my first camera, a Nikon FM10 film in Guatemala, almost twenty years ago. I started photographing a few precious, intense and unrepeatable moments of my travels, from the most remote areas of Himalayan Asia to the most boundless areas of Tierra del Fuego, inextricably sealing my two strongest passions: travel and photographic reportage. My reportage photography was therefore born as a loving language, with the need to give small pieces of a dream, enhance and transmit the emotions that bring people's hearts close together. In reportage photography, the moment reigns everywhere sovereign, as well as in the most important day of the celebration of Love. It is precisely in the instant, which is the shortest imaginable moment, the lapse where a thousand spells occur, and where memories bring amazement and enchantment for a lifetime. For more than ten years I have been capturing the most beautiful moments on the most beautiful day of the couple's life, in Italy and abroad, gathering moments that make that day and one's own life unique. Every wedding deserves to be told through eyes and heart, this is the purpose of my art: to tell the beauty and emotions of your most important day and to make this precious moment eternal. Over the years I have exhibited my works in various exhibitions, and I am reported as a photographer on VOGUE. And now something about my travels: I have explored the world, in lands dotted with faces, landscapes, and silences, where peace and beauty kidnap the heart and nourish emotions. Ladak, Mongolia, Nepal, Cambodia, Patagonia, New Guinea, Myanmar, Guatemala, Namibia, India, Ceylon are just some of the countries where I was given the photographic emotion and I, therefore, shared it time to time as a gift. To those who have come to read these last lines I would like to give a story, a look: imagine you are at dusk, in the garden of one of the countless monasteries of the Ex Burma, or in the plain of the Golden Pagodas, or in any street in the countryside .. you find yourself with your nose up, without realizing it: each person, child or adult has a piece of thread in his hand, and with the skill of movement they float the small kite in the sky. Your gaze now shifts in their gaze. This is absolute sweetness. And this is the indelible memory of the country.