Separated from birth, Escapista has lived of photography following a crooked path where nothing is linear. Bewitched by perception, loneliness and abandonment, his clicks take him to a perceptive context of lonely crawling, where it is not the photographer who chooses his subjects, but it is the latter who pull him by the jacket. In case he wears one…
Half Italian, half Spanish, lived in his other lives in Germany and Greece.
Seems to his surrounders that he could be affected by a slight form of Asperger’s syndrome, but, at the end, who doesn’t?