A Boat Graveyard

I had the chance to spend a few months in New York. This city has always been an inspiring place for filmmakers, photographers, artists and travelers in general, and so it was for me too.

I loved to discover that, beyond the well-known crowded streets, night lights, busy avenues and high builings, there were other kinds of spaces – so quiet, so intimate. One of those places is this boat graveyard in Staten Island. One ferry away from Manhattan, just jump on a bus and head to a new world, a completely different space, far from the crowds. Those boats have been there for a long time, in the mud. It is not easy to get there, but it isn’t a hidden place. Those old boats, which might have once traveled far away, retain their own secret stories. They are now broken, and birds come to nest on them. Iron, wood, pieces of engines, a lot of trash, beautiful in its own way, silent, simple, full of memories. Who would think of them while visiting New York…

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