Picture This: Bianco In Venice
Picture This is a series by creatives, photographers, friends and lovers that belong to the worldwide Biancissimo family. In every episode of this series one of these talented people will take us on a visual journey of their own. After a couple of cool people like Franz Freitag and Louis Bever, it’s time for myself to add some Bianco vibes to this series and present you one of my favourite cities on this planet: Venice
Picture This: Bianco In Venice
There probably is no city in this world I have been more often than Venice. Since I was a baby, my mother, my sister and my nonna were traveling to Italy at least twice a year. Not far away from Venice a friend of my grandfather let us stay for free at the top floor of his hotel. A huge ass balcony, a little kitchen, the fucking Adriatic Sea and me and three women. There probably was no better holiday a freshly divorced and hard working mother could give to her children and looking back at it now makes it even more special.
So anyway, since Venice wasn’t so far away my mum, my nonna and my sister loved to take day trips into this lovely odd city full of tourists and old Italian G's. It was three women and me - so from my young years I learned the hard way how to survive and handle business around strong women. The stronger sex or as the German say “Das starke Geschlecht” were never men for me, ‘cause I simply just saw women in charge and doing the right things.
So these women took me to Venice, 3,4,5,6,7 times each year - we went to shop after shop, boutique after boutique, from Max Mara to Furla and so on. I really started to hate this town.
Still I could not wait to be back again there - ‘cause after every long day of shopping the shit out of our minds there was this one Chinese restaurant my mom took me to, that made me forget a whole day of carrying bags and playing Gameboy for hours in front of dressing rooms.
Years have passed, my nonna died and for a long time my small family and me somehow forgot about this magic place or simply could not go there again because memories were equally beautiful and painful. The whole city reminded us too much about our nonna, we got old, and at one point of your life you stop seeing your family on the regular and if you go to holidays you don’t really think about your mother anymore.
I still never forgot about this town and when my mum asked me for the about 7th time the third or fourth year in a row I finally said yes and decided to go back with her taking a trip down our memory lane.
I finally had the best Ossobuco of the world again, spent some time on the beach and finally visited Venice again. Smart as my mother is, we went there pretty early because god damn around noon the crowded streets of Venice can turn you crazy and let you hate tourism, these streets and yourself more than ever.
Sure my mom knows where to go and where to find the right alleys and neighbourhoods to skip this stress. Luckily I brought my Yashica with me to follow my mom on this trip to this old town that you can love and hate at the same time.