During Easter 2025, while passing through Venice Santa Lucia train station, I was struck by the overwhelming tide of tourists arriving just before the holiday. The station, usually a transit point, felt transformed — a mass of anonymous bodies, all moving yet disconnected, swallowed by the space itself. On a warm, sunny day, I photographed this crowd, focusing not on faces or identities, but on the fragments that defined their presence: legs, bags, movement. Using digital tools, I condensed these impressions into abstracted, anonymous figures, stripped of personal markers yet charged with the weight of collective passage.
This series reflects on anonymity and the notion of “non-place” — spaces defined by transit and impermanence rather than identity or belonging. It is a meditation on overtourism, displacement, and how we exist in-between, as fleeting shadows within spaces overwhelmed by constant flow.

Arrivals

Girl in sneakers

Directions

Three little pigs

The business man

Back to school

Cabin bag
