November 5, 2012
I’ve done a lot of traipsing around the streets of my adopted homeland, snapping away, straggling up and down steps, trying to capture street life in hilly baroque hamlets.
Sicilians seem to think the only folks who should be in front of a camera are brides, kids, and fashion models.
“Me?” they’ll invariably chortle when I ask if I can photograph them. “You wanna shoot me?”
Then they laugh or shrug with a dramatic “why not” gesture. Sometimes they warn that their face will break my camera. Ha ha! A lot of people tell this joke, in fact. Younger folks shout to their friends: “Fay-sa-boook! Fay-sa-boook! She’s going to put me on Fay-sa-boook!
The result of all this tramping and trudging is my new book Sicilians in Baroque Towns. There’s a paper version and an e-book version for the iPad. If you feel so inclined, I’d loooooove your comment on the Blurb page or here. Mille grazie!
The only fashion faux-pas committed by the lass in purple is her nasty plastic bag. But this is about to change, as 
