the mother figure has been worshipped all through history. in today’s rome, the tradition continues in the form of adoring the figure of mary. these little shrines which romans refer to as ‘madonnine’ – little madonnas – are erected to invoke protection, and they are everywhere in rome.
this is a photo essay about love. in the religious sense, of course. but it is also about the far more common and understandable love most of us will ever feel: the love towards our own mothers. a deeply felt affection mixed with devotion mixed with respect
my country is rattling right now. we have had earthquakes every day for over a week. people are dying. historic buildings are collapsing. people are losing their homes, their businesses and their hard-owned belongings at an alarming rate. just what nobody needs while already in dire economic straits. today i chose this photo essay because when the earth moves under your feet, if there is one person an italian will turn to, she is portrayed above.
and now to lighten up i will prove to you something you probably never realized. jesus christ was italian.
just look at the evidence: he was still living with his mother at the age of 33. he believed she was still a virgin. and, especially, she was convinced that he was god