Davide Suppo

Born in 1970, I’ve spent many decades masterfully dodging the "stable career" and other suburban fairy tales, only to eventually stumble into the trap of a "real job" once the weight of the world—and a child—caught up with me

My resume resembles less a career ladder and more a drunken game of pinball. I started in still-life photography, but soon realized that shooting motionless objects is just a polite internship for the grave. I pivoted to furniture restoration, learning that if you sand anything long enough, it either becomes a masterpiece or just sawdust.

In a fit of perfectly calibrated insanity, I moved to Jamaica to run a bed & breakfast—trading Northern Italy's grey skies for tropical humidity and the chaotic joy of digital design. After a decade of island enlightenment, I returned to Italy, hauling a lifetime of sound engineering, DJ sets, and a terminal allergy to corporate brochures.

Back home, I finally bowed to the inevitable: I sought out something resembling a "real job" while simultaneously attempting the chaotic art of fatherhood. I’ve since rediscovered photography, street art, and urban exploration—and lately, I’ve taken to dabbling with writing and AI, mostly to see what else I can break.