I met Remo Remotti in 2010 in Rome. At that time I was primarily a stage photographer. I approached him showing a theatre book with my pictures: “You are young, how old are you? You are young. Fuck you!”. He seemed to appreciate my work.

I asked if I could go to visit him at his place in Rome and take some pictures. I was intrigued by Remo’s profound anarchist attitude and I wanted to see if he was acting like that in his home as well. I also wanted to have a photograph of him in front of one of his artworks.

He offered me coffee, we had a long chat about his life, his early years and his life experiences abroad, his idea of art.

He drew a sketch and he offered it to me. “That’s for you. And here’s some money too.”

“Why?”

“Cause you deserve a gift. And you look skinny.”

We went out of his house with the dog and while walking together he said something I will never forget: “Ageing is cool. There are a lot of bad things about it and everyone knows that. But there is this one good thing about it. And it’s a big thing: you can do whatever you like. None will judge you. And even if they do who cares.” He turned around and he started peeing on a wall.