“È tutto un complesso di cose
Che fa sì che io mi fermi qui”

Paolo Conte

Hours of waiting. Hours spent trying to fill that moment that separates us from the arrival of the cyclists.

Waiting and dreaming.

We are waiting is the photographic research of this specific moment: the wait.

The wait is hours of driving and hours of climbing to the top of the mountains.
The wait is sleeping in the cold amidst the fog. Frost, sun and rain, it doesn't matter. We wait together. Hours spent, close to each other, sharing the same cold and warming up under the same sun. Drinking the same wine and eating the same food.

All this for what?

Just for a handful of minutes. A few moments in which to try to alleviate the fatigue of your heroes and help them move the pedals. Very few minutes in which to share their desire for victory, their strength and their passion. You become one with them. A great entity that climbs mountains and cuts across plains.

Afterwards, when the cyclists have passed, we silently prepare to return. You collect your things, clean up and neatly go down the mountain or mend the plain. Everyone is calm, tired and happy.
Like after a ride.
Everyone thought it was worth the wait.