These mountains are rough and hard, austere, disturbing, shocking … I would dare to say that even uncomfortable and even unsympathetic, they are like a necessary and perverse but beautiful evil. Unlike Nepal, for example, there are no monasteries, no villages with women and children, there is no «life», there is no tenderness. Throughout the vast valleys and small camps only men are seen. The women are left doing the work in the fields in the villages, with the children, with the elderly. In the mountains of the Karakorum … there are only men there.
In other places it seems that the mountains call you, invite you, wish you a sweet welcome. In the Karakorum they warn you and advise you to leave, that it is dangerous, that this is not a place for human beings. It is exciting and terrible at the same time.
It is of an overwhelming beauty and that is what I have tried to reflect in my photographs, the wildest and most natural part of this region.
You enter the glaciers, immense, and you realize how insignificant you are. You feel as if at that moment, if the mountains wanted to, they would make you disappear in a second.