I was thirty-five and had been working far from Naples for over fifteen years. Whenever I came back, I'd find just a few friends down to roam the streets at night. So I had the crazy idea of buying into Mumu, a night spot with minimal techno. Behind the bar I was invisible, trying to capture moments of a world that took me back to Berlin in the nineties.
I'd built two lightboxes packed with a bunch of shots collected over the years. They beamed coded messages at the guests, who in turn got lit up to perfection, ready for their photo.