An ordinary address. The backroom of a grocery store, the hidden room in a barber shop. A secret bar. Another story: hidden, intimate, romantic, illegal, forbidden.

There are no rules except one: speakeasy, please! Small doors that hide big secrets. Glamour, allure and transgression. Tobacco smoke. Beards. Handlebar moustaches, suspenders, boas, feathers, soft light. Red lacquered mouths and nails. Corsets. Femininity and Androgyny. Lustre, spangles. Glasses of various colourful mixtures corrected with bootleg alcohol. Candles. Shadows. Offbeat. Eyes open. Mouths closed.

You step into another place, another time. But first, you have to answer the secret question.

That’s the hidden code of Nicoletta Cerasomma’s photography. You have to decode it to fully understand the story behind each image. Or you don’t have to. Just look, each picture will transport you to another world made up of secret places.