Photo Vogue: the story “The Reflection On Glass” by Giovanni Montanaro

Photo Vogue: the story “The Reflection On Glass” by Giovanni Montanaro

I haven’t been home for days. At first, I was dressed, even I wore makeup sometimes. But soon I started to take things off me, as if I no longer needed them, no one had to see me, no one came to see me. The house is warm, I drag myself into bed, sleep, read, think; if I sit on the sofa, I wrap myself in a blanket. Phone, chat, I find interesting articles that I didn’t expect. I get scared, then it passes me. Sometimes I look out the window. I miss the world, but I don’t go out the same. There is nobody on the streets, and so I can be naked even at the window, nobody sees me, nobody stops. It is on the glass of the window that I saw myself fully reflected, the whole body, as in the bathroom I can’t. I saw myself beautiful. Without makeup, without clothes; with those breasts that I would have liked bigger, that little cellulite, the red hair that I can never comb.

The Reflection On Glass
The Reflection On Glass

Imogen Freeland, “Cressida in Morning Light”, from the series “The Modern Crisis of the Self, 2012”. English, 32 years old, Imogen Freeland is registered with PhotoVogue, the photographic platform of Vogue.it edited by the photo editors of Vogue Italia which since April 2011 is open to all genres, from reportage to still life, from fashion to architecture , and which today has over 183 thousand photographers from all over the world.

I have never felt so beautiful, as if I was all here, inside my body, and instead I had been a little distracted all my life, looking for things, wasting time, neglecting myself. Nobody had to see me why I started seeing myself. I’m happy to be a female, I wouldn’t like to be a male at all. I go to the window, the trees are still bare, it never rains this winter. But the light is strong. I try to half-open the glass, I feel that some heat passes from outside. I spill out, I have never looked like this, without wearing anything, there is a gentleman away, walking, maybe he is looking at me, I don’t care, he is going in another direction. It’s hot outside, spring is really coming.

Selection by ALESSIA GLAVIANO

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