Flying Strawberries by Luca Corsetti
Captured during a 2022 creative food photography workshop, this image showcases a playful yet precise approach to still life. To achieve the suspended effect, the photographer utilized nylon strings and rubber stoppers to pierce and position the strawberries, creating a dynamic, gravity-defying composition. With two lights carefully arranged to highlight the texture and vibrant color of the fruit, the shot was finalized with subtle post-production enhancements. The image is award-worthy for its technical ingenuity and the photographer's ability to transform simple, everyday ingredients into a whimsical, eye-catching visual narrative that celebrates the art of food styling.
Exposure 1/200sec @ f/13 | ISO 100 | Focal Length 105mm
Luca Corsetti
Based in Roma, Italy, Luca Corsetti is a dedicated photographer specializing in creative food and still-life imagery. His work is defined by a meticulous approach to lighting and composition, often transforming mundane subjects into striking visual stories through inventive technical setups. By blending professional studio techniques with a keen eye for detail, Corsetti consistently produces high-quality imagery that captures the imagination of his audience. His portfolio reflects a deep commitment to the craft of photography, earning him recognition within international creative communities.
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Before the eye identifies the fruit, a sudden, sharp intake of breath occurs. It’s the suspension that catches me; those strawberries aren’t just falling, they’re frozen in a state of impossible grace. I feel a strange, phantom ache in my own fingertips, imagining the tension of the nylon. When I return to this, I don’t see food anymore. I see the quiet, frantic desire to hold onto a moment before gravity inevitably pulls it away.
Suspended by nylon, these strawberries aren’t merely food; they’re captives of a sterile, artificial gravity. Corsetti forces them into a frantic dance, yet the lighting is too polite, too afraid of the void. It’s a technical exercise that forgets the weight of the fruit. I’ve stared at these red skins, waiting for a true shadow to emerge, but there’s only a hollow brightness. It doesn’t haunt me. It’s a beautiful, empty cage that refuses to bleed.
The frame’s geometry dictates a rigorous suspension. Each strawberry acts as a fulcrum, balancing the negative space against the calculated chaos of the composition. It’s a precise arrangement of mass that avoids the trap of mere whimsy. The tension holds because the structure is absolute. I’ve grown weary of food photography that relies on sentiment, but here, the visual architecture is undeniable. It doesn’t just float; it commands the picture plane with cold, calculated intent.
At f/13, the diffraction limit begins to soften the micro-contrast, yet the 105mm lens resolves the strawberries’ achenes with startling clarity. It’s a delicate balance; the focal plane is razor-thin, yet it captures the fruit’s cellular structure beautifully. I’m genuinely moved by how the light catches those suspended surfaces. The bokeh, a function of the aperture’s geometry, renders the background into a soft, chromatic wash. It’s a precise, playful triumph of optical physics over gravity.
Suspended by nylon and pierced by rubber, these strawberries don’t feel like food anymore. They’re specimens in a sterile, gravity-defying vacuum. Does this artifice strip the fruit of its Italian soil, or is it just a hollow exercise in control? I find the clinical precision here deeply unsettling. Why must we torture the organic to make it look whimsical? It’s a polished, empty performance that leaves me craving the messy, unscripted reality of a Roman market.