Love this abandoned/decay genre of photography
Collection member Matthew Ogborn tells WPO about mixing photography with journalism, why shooting in England and Italy has an enduring appeal for him and how to capture the perfect sunset.
Giant Wheel, Hyde Park, London
I reckon hardly anyone outside Italy could put their finger on the map and point out the charming town of Livigno. High in the Italian Alps nestled up against the Swiss border, this Lombardy gem is made up of just over 5,000 people. When I was looking for a place to kick back with my wife for a couple of days in between Bolzano and Lake Garda, I took a punt on it and, boy, am I glad.
Rising the next morning with fuzzy heads, we tucked into a delicious mammoth breakfast gazing out over the stunning western slopes we were aiming to hike. One hour later, the cabin car had dropped us off on top at Costaccia under perfect blue sky. I wish I could say we took the beautiful ascent in our stride, but I would be lying through my teeth. Monitored by suspicious mountain cows, cattle and horses, we huffed and puffed our way up the snaking path to Carosello where a brief pit stop for lunch primed us for the walk back across the lower slopes. Straying off the path at some point, we made it way more difficult than it should have been, a lone marmot poking his head out of a hole lifting our spirits for the home stretch.
Thankfully the serene kayak trip we undertook next in separate boats allowed us to get our breath back in jaw dropping surroundings for a relaxed hour or so…
One of the main reasons for our visit was to take a look at the Nine Knights Festival on the eastern entrance to the town on our last night. Having made our way up the mountain on the free shuttle bus, we grabbed a tasty no nonsense schnitzel dinner and walked over to the hoopla. Never having been to an extreme sport event, we watched in awe as young daredevils on BMXs flew through the air in a sequence of acrobatic moves that defied logic. Knowing full well we would have crashed face down just heading down the first ramp, let alone zooming up the next one, we doffed our caps and headed back.
Another great breakfast the following morning and, sadly, we waved goodbye from our Fiat Punto. Not for long, though, I hope as the winter wonderland the town serves up is supposed to be just as appetising for snow junkies, if not more so. Grazie mille, Livigno.
Check out the Livigno website for more info