I love windows, I consider them as the eyes of a house. They allow to see through in both directions and they are also silent witnesses of what happens outside.
Many houses in Torino were built with these reddish bricks, it’s one of the architectural feature of the ancient part of the town.
I often get lost in my imagination when I look at windows, I’m fascinated by details, I feel a deep a sense of curiosity about all the stories which have existed behind a curtain, about the hands which have watered a flower pot….