I was born in Lecce, a small city halfway between Milan and Africa. I lived there until I was 18 years old, and my shoes still bear some of the grit from the squares where I played soccer with friends or made out with the girls. A piazza was a place where anything could happen, a meeting place for a civilization before the era of mobile phones. Today I am 40, and an architect. Age and profession form a filter through which I have an ideal image of those places. Rediscovering them with Google Earth and resizing them with a uniform criterion, they have become witnesses to more intimate encounters, fulcrums of more private gestures.
The relationships of scale have changed, and maybe the reflecting surfaces of these piazza/trays can be of use as an amarcord to ‘reflect’ about our times.