I believe the instinct to wander around buildings in ruins can be found in every child. The charm of the forbidden. The joy of discovery. The attraction of the unknown.
In the late '80s and early' 90s before having come to suspect the existence of this activity called “Urban Exploration”, or “Urbex”, I wandered with friends in some empty houses and in what once must have been a convenience store: it was that instinct.
It was nothing but a dangerous game, not yet about Urbex. Years of oblivion passed, far from any ruin, before I found the urge to drag my not anymore young silhouette over a severed fence, pushing between industrial wreckages and smashed furniture.
With another awareness and with different eyes.
It was a cold afternoon in late autumn, and I limped. But let's not digress.
Here you can see some photos I took in my Urbex wanderings, mostly around my native Valtenesi, since that fateful November 2012. The images you will find are all mine, from the first to the last, and they don’t have any artistic claim: I'm not a professional photographer, I don’t own high quality equipment, I don’t appreciate post-production; if these images have a purpose, it is, let's say to be received as "documentary".
Urban exploration involves some physical and legal risk for those who practice it; but none for those who meet an explorer. If you are not explorers and you meet one, do not be afraid: we don’t harm, we don’t damage, we don’t steal, we do not vandalize.
We only do an interesting thing that you might find interesting too.