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Davide Sorrenti’s Mother Reflects on Her Late Son, Whose Photography She’s Anthologized in a New Book

Davide Sorrenti
Photo: Davide Sorrenti

[The book is] bittersweet, that’s the best way to describe it: bittersweet. The documentary, the exhibition, and now the book...they are keeping him alive. Davide is eternally 20. He was 19 and a half when he passed, but it’s odd to say that, so I always say he was 20.

Can you tell me a little about the process of putting it together?

When I design a book, I always think [about] what the person reading it would like to see. In Davide’s case we are talking about memory, about photography, about a kid who projected his life through his images. If you see the documentary, you will see the book.

While you were his mother, you were also enormously supportive and encouraging of his photography. You both started to take pictures only a few years apart.

Davide and I...it was a mother-son relationship, but also a relationship to a child with a genetic illness. You tend to live through that child: God forbid he gets hurt, God forbid whatever. Out of my three children, he and I were most similar. He was a little harder [than me]...because he was ill. Kids, when they’re sick, they grow up saying, “Why me?”

Maybe at this point it would be useful to hear a little about how he came to photography, because you are this very creative force, and you’ve raised kids who are just as creative. Can you give me some family history?

My career was always about fashion. [The ’60s New York boutique] Paraphernalia, I worked there, with [now movie director] Joel Schumacher, but [laughs] I was a bit clubby, and I was always running off to [the legendary NYC hangout] Max’s [Kansas City]. I got married very young, left to go to Italy, opened two boutiques, then got robbed. My kids saw all this. I then worked for Fiorucci, so they grew up amidst beads and feathers and denim. After my marriage ended I moved to New York, started working as a stylist, and my three kids became child models; they were always part of this life. I became a fashion photographer in 1991, and my studio was buzzing with shoots, and my kids were always there. I thought Mario was going to become a painter—his father is an artist—and he got a scholarship to art, but wasn’t interested. Instead, Mario became a model and then a photographer.