Our instinctual need for company can be probed as a weakness. The reliance of other people to save ourselves from ourselves, to share our lives with another make us feel accepted but also wanted. With a need for touch, words and affection the body needs to be cured with the hits taken outside the intimate surroundings. I've always seen it as the cherry on top of life, when worse things happen, there is always a silver lining. People still care around you and someone cares for you more than anyone else, at least for that time of infatuation. And like the notes of lovers and hand written letters of declaration, Guilia's publication 'lovers' responds to our most intimate needs.
Scenes of erotic natures become accepted as it escapes the potential voyeuristic threat, instead they appear like intimate windows to scenes we have felt or aspire to in the future.
Three stages, 'Look at me', 'Hold me tight' and 'Stay with me' complete the lovers cycle and feeds every desire of the two people involved. We have the initial search and intimate perspective, something we rarely do outside these encounters. After encounters the fear of them leaving is cured with 'Hold me tight' as commitment is shown without thought, its the natural thing to do after such actions. Our fear of loosing that moment is then affirmed with 'Stay with me' relating to commitment and deep affection. Very rarely do we complete these three steps of affection, or one is completed and the others fail. Encounters with human beings is a fleeting experience, as some enter and leave sometimes within a few hours. We can share an incredible 5 seconds on the street, one time when I was in Marks and Spencer when I was 16 a girl behind there took my heart for a second, and this occurred within 15 seconds or less, then to move onto the next customer. In these very small windows time slows down. We are solely with that person and no one else exists. Even after the encounter is over the dream like state sweeps over us as we are reeling in the experience. Imagine that everyday.
It is the best cure for anything. For life can throw curveballs, and only you can deal with them, but someone beside you can spur you on. Its why we are constantly searching for at least one of these stages of affection.
The book, no less conveys incredible emotions. With the desire of the photographer to cure their own need for affection through others, these moments become intense. As hands clutch the side of a body, the head nested in a perfect resting place. I wanted to refrain from saying perfect, but these moments are, despite the third company. Giulia manages to remain on the sidelines, plucking the precise moment from the air and leaving us relishing in golden moments created by the two people that brought her there.
For every faint touch, rustling the skin bringing two bodies ever closer to each other we are invited to view what love is. Failing to feel exactly, our memories serve us to make it real, using our own memories of intimacy. It allows to evaluate our search, or reaffirm the person we have in our lives. For everyone has this deep desire to experience this. We just sometimes forget what it feels like.
And a book with its production values, this is the initial draft. I was lucky enough to receive it to map out the book from a design perspective. Eventually finding different means, it has been a joy to own the original. The hand scribbled notes that caress the page when it was still fresh, before anything had been finally decided. The jagged lines of the pages imply a hurried excitement but an endearing copy of an infatuated publication. Knowing the time and effort, and perhaps rushed nature of the initial sketch, this book feels priceless.
To revert back to her intent, her longing to find herself in other couples discusses her deep need to have someone with her. Looking for herself in these people, she sees the individuals through the subjects eyes, erasing her position as a photographer entirely. Her position is purely practical, when in spirit she is enticed by the experience in front of her camera.
Lovers is about the human obsession of "having someone", of "not being alone"
limited edition of 150 numbered, signed and partly handwritten copies