Sergio Pirrone Photojournalism is a bridge between creative design communities and publishers around the world. We work in the fields of architecture, urbanism and design. Through our extensive contact with international publishers and cultural organizers, we seek to increase the visibility of our clients’ projects globally. Our clientele includes architectural and design offices, museums and galleries, art associations and cultural institutions, art and design events, and adiverse range ofcreativeindustries.

We have photographed and promoted important projects designed by many architecture offices, such as OMA, Zaha Hadid, Toyo Ito, Morphosis, SANAA, Jean Nouvel, etc to many young talented designers hidden in any corner of the globe. We are constantly on the lookout for the latest, inspiring projects and stories to tell. We provide high-quality imagesand text, as well asany necessary materials to convey the concept and story of the projects. Our publications in magazines, newspapers and books span five continents.

Sergio Pirrone is photographer, architect and writer. His career commutes between architectural photography, architectural practice and academic research.

Architecture He graduated in Architecture in Italy, worked in David Chipperfield Architects in London and Shigeru Ban Architects in Tokyo. Heobtained aPhD in Architecture and completed his 2 year post-doctoral researchat the University of Tokyo. He hasbeen invited to conduct several conferences in Asia, South America and Europe. Currently he is working on his own architectural project focused on green community living. Photography Heestablished Sergio Pirrone Photojournalism in 2006. Hisphotography works and writings have been published internationally.Hecollaborateswith, and contribute to, many international magazines, journals and books as an architectural photographer and writer. He has been the Japan correspondent of Abitare magazine and of Interni magazine. He has been contracted photographer of Mondadori Publisherandthe contributing photographer of Mark magazine. He is currently working on monography books on architecture and social changes.
Utopirro spent hisyouth in his beloved Sicily. He was born when hismum was 17 and hisdad 22 as an “untold accident”. At 15, an orange bus took away many of hisdreams, brought himclose to death and whispered that hewas not invulnerable. With his first love, hediscovered infidelity; with hisbest friend, loyalty. Hisfamily taught himallthey could; hisfirst fight shouted at himhow pointless rage can be.

Hisfather used to tell himabout the writings on the wall, “be realistic, demand the impossible”, during the student protests in 1968.Though heloved how it sounded, hisideals clashed with hisdaily life. The loss of hisgrandma represented an additional scar, serving as a painful but useful reminder that nothing is forever. One day, hestopped dreaming by staring at the ceiling and realized that talent is nothing without willpower and drive.

As a child, hespent some time in himfather’s darkroom but, somehow, distanced himself from photography in those early years. It was the tiny, dark home of my childhood that gave hima mild sense of claustrophobia and obsession with light, which later translated into hispeculiar lifestyle and love of photography. He is a total autodidact and hasattended no specialist photography courses. Helovesthat hazardous feeling of being anabsolute beginner when facing unknown experiences. The “explorer syndrome” and a pocket-size camera were the first two steps on a long journey that brought himto realize many tiny dreams that popped up along the way. Hisenthusiastic love for the planet and its creatures brought himto “globetrot” the earth in a quest to better understand himself. Helove boundaries, peripheral stories and that losing sense of authentic. Photography has always been a tool for traveling, interpreting and communicating life with fun. Architecture taught himthe essentials of photography -photography trains himto envision the ways of living architecture. My thoughts go to the many who stay dreaming, too afraid they may not succeed