i’m still in cape town.
and here is spring…
every time this shatters me, because to come here on the other side of the world is not only a question to come to a warm weather, like going to the caribbean or the maldives, but it is a mad radical change: here roses are blossoming, lavenders are growing, grapes are ripening…
i’ve practically finished my work and i came here to take three shots and i repeat three.
Sometimes when I think about it everything seems so crazy, busting my ass, move to the other side of the world for what? Make pretty pictures, create great advertising campaigns, to sell more products… obviously if you see things done from the inside of the working process it makes sense, but if you see things from the outside, it is easy to lose sense of it all.
Every time I read that this year’s GDP of a nation has grown only 2 percent and it’s seen as a disaster I ask myself what it the reason for it. It’s full, there is a lot, how can there be more? You know we had difficulties coming to cape town because we couldn’t find any flights nor accommodation. All flights were booked, in all classes. My argument is not merely an ecologist one, it is more broad, it’s on the instinctive and natural need of humans to always do more.
The roman empire that want to extend to asia, the spanish that want to cross hercules columns to find new land… to get far… far, how far and where?
12 Dicembre 2006
i’m still in cape town.
10 Dicembre 2006
A good post written by a friend is worth mentioning:http://www.thisisyou.info/blog/?p=128#respond
8 Dicembre 2006
As I was pointing out, here I am.
I went through hell lately.
I’ve worked really hard.
And I didn’t have any time to come around to write my bullshit that from time to time I feel like writing.
But what happens usually is about to happen again: I’m leaving.
So maybe I’ll find time to write but most of all to read.
And where am I going?
Where do you want me to go, always to the same place…
No too long ago they used to ask me: “why the fuck you always go shoot in cape town?”
And for sometimes they ask me: “what the fuck are you always doing in milan?”
In short, I’m in malpensa, in half an hour I have a flight to zurich, then zurich to johannesburg and finally cape town.
I’m leaving the approaching winter to go to the approaching summer.
And from the back of the hall you hear shout: “ah benedusi, go fuck yourself!”