Born in Modena two years before the millennium bug, under the name of a great-grandmother they will never meet – Bianca, a short and clean name, as their mother says, so that children won’t twist it – and under the sign of Pisces, bearing all the creative-chaotic energy that the sign carries with it.
They learn to photograph as one learns to speak first, and then to write, by observing a mother who traveled the world with a Canon and a father who devoted his evenings to cataloging classic paintings. They learn to photograph to carve out a place in the world, to express a personal vision of everyday beauty that gets lost under the tired definition of “triviality.”
Today, they photograph because it would feel unnatural not to, to remind themselves that there is always something worth seeing.
Bianca Tardini 