Cutting, grinding and mowing for Leroy Merlin.


I recently had the chance to direct a short viral video for Leroy Merlin, a french owned home improvement store chain. It has been an almost entirely new experience, that I was happy to share with good friends. Many thanks to the fundamental editing work of Edoardo Vojvoda and the precious assistant help of Maurizio Polese and Teo Zanin. These friends I also would like to particularly mention for following me whenever possible and being the best  comrades I could ask for.

It has been an interesting production, as we sort of worked backwards, re-staging Vivaldi’s Spring.

We had the chance to collaborate with Eccetera, an amazing sound-design studio based in Milan. They created a soundtrack we had to match with our visuals and brought a portable audio studio on set, so we were able to launch the sound effects live and made them immediately match with the actions – some of the other sound effects were added in post.

I would like to thank for the enormous amount of care they put into this project and for believing in my work: Anna Ambrosi (my light in the darkness) at LUZ. Also, of course, the team at MC Saatchi, Michela (big sister) Alessio, Francesco, Giulia and Antonia for their hard work.  I apologize in advance if I accidentally left someone out.

Below a snapshot taken on set by Maurizio’s iPhone.

LM-backstage

Director / Mattia Balsamini

Editor / Edoardo Vojvoda

Photography / Mattia Balsamini + Edoardo Vojvoda

Assistant & gaffer / Maurizio Polese + Teo Zanin

The Condition.

I repost a blog entry by good friend Edoardo Vojvoda. What happened? A short movie project I helped out as gaffer on has just been released and is now going through festivals. The poster is a shot I did of a custom designed bottle by Federico Manias while the soundtrack is completely original, produced, written and arranged by Edoardo Pedrotti & Stefano Salmaso and recorded by so many amazing friends of our city at Altracoustic Studios in Pordenone.

This is Edo’s original post:

“Two years ago, when I was living in California, Greg, René and I decided to shoot a short movie before the end of the University year. Reel Loud, a Silent Film Festival in Santa Barbara, was coming on, so we planned to shot a silent movie in 16mm to show at the festival.

Two years later, I find myself in Pordenone, with a short movie shot with the Canon 5D, dubbed in Italian, subtitled in English, with an amazing Original Score and Poster. How did we end up here? I don’t really know but I like it.

Half of my friends collaborated in this movie. I love you guys all.

So…where is the short movie? It’s going through Festivals, so it’s not public yet. No worries, it’ll be out soon. In the meantime. here’s our wonderful soundtrack.”

No pictures please.

Trieste is magical. A border town facing the Adriatic, confining with Slovenija.

Most of the times I go there to do something, I come back with something else, which is usually much more than what I have expected. This is Walter Macovaz, the oldest lutist in the city. A couple of years ago he retired and closed his shop to the general public. He now only takes commissions for instruments he really likes. Most of them are large strings. After taking the picture I asked him if I could use the restroom, walked in the back going trough a larger part of his laboratory and realize he is now building boats and crazy musical boxes.

Oh by the way: don’t try to contact him: he doesn’t really like to be photographed or bothered.

(Thank you Elena)

Shit to do before you die.

A year ago I was living with good friends George and Dustin in a very creepy house in West Hollywood. I remember it had some issues with the windows: some of them wouldn’t close properly but we didn’t find out until later on. Then one day I come home from work and the street is closed by firefighters trucks and cops. I go trough security and the closer I get the more anxious I become, as it really looks like my house is what they are “working on”. Once I get to the gate it is not really my house but my neighbor’s, which lives about 5 meters from me, in a small house located in our  backyard. He was more of a roommate than a neighbor. Once I go through the gate I notice his little apartment is completely gone, destroyed by flames.

Despite this, I really loved our house. Always full of surprises. Like the day George walks in telling us we need to quickly set up for a shoot because someone is coming to visit.

Turns out it was the guys from one of the best shows MTV has ever produced on their screens: The Buried Life. Four guys traveling around the States to complete a bucket list of 100 things to do before you die. It’s the kind of reality that makes you want to just fuck around for the rest of your life. This is what they attempted to do in the first season.

For more information check out their website HERE.



Findings #3

I’m having doubts on wether I should keep posting in english or translate in italian as well. If you guys feel like it, leave a comment (or email me) and tell me what makes most sense to you. Expecially the italians, it would be much appreciated. Last week I had to go through some old photographs and found some of them below. It looks very distant to me, but about 7 years ago I was racing a little bit around the globe, doing pretty good. I thought it was fun/cute/nice to share.

And sorry for the big gap in postings, I’m almost done retouching for an adv campaign we shot two weeks ago in Milan. I’ve been spending my days at the computer. News Soon!

The one who knows how to do it, the one who just talks about it.

Two weeks ago I’ve got a phone call. At first “unknown number”, then on the other side I find out it’s Chiara, my history teacher from high school.

I’ve been asked to create a one-week long photography course for a selected class of high school kids in Brunico, South Tirol. Surreal, since I haven’t walked those classroom since graduation. A couple days ago I’ve received the confirmation.

One week of full immersion research and writing, to find out I’m not even that fresh about some concepts anymore. I produced a twenty page packet in which I explain photography in my terms – the way i wish it was taught to me. Lots of politically incorrect words, examples and experiment. I guess i was just trying to exorcise the fear that “who knows how to do it, just does it. Who doesn’t quite know, teaches it.”