Published on 30 aprile 2007

i’ve seen far too late the movie FUR, a fictional story inspired by the biography of the photographer diane arbus.
directed by steven shainberg, with nicole kidman and robert downey.
the story is not exactly true, but realistic.
it is a beautiful movie that has the merit of focusing our attention especially of those who don’t know her, about this great american photographer, born in new york in 1923 and suicide herself in 1971. the movie tells about the wonderful infatuation we have, us who love “the dark side of the moon” .
the same one this great American photographer had, from on side she was looking at reality with a merciless eye, on the other side she found in the same reality the different, the “other”, that mystery that causes reality itself to talk to us about the dark and mysterious side of things.
the others, are us.
here above, finally a beautiful picture in my website: a picture of the great diane arbus

Published on 24 aprile 2007

around on the newspaper, now

Published on 22 aprile 2007

reality does not exist

Published on 18 aprile 2007

i admit i feel like a piece of shit: i decided to finish robert capa biography and i find myself reading it just when i’m sitting all comfortable on the plane, while him, not a dandy fashion photographer but a reckless photo reporter without having ever done a test, is literally thrown out from a plane with his parachute during the invasion of sicily
i even have my personal screen showing in real time the plane flying over the african skies.
and the little blanket not to get cold
and the ipod
and the chocolates
shit shit shit i’m a real piece of shit

Published on 18 aprile 2007

now: one comes from italy and especially from the posh milan to go to the manly and ultra sporty south africa
once there he decides to go and shoot in the ultra wild cape of good hope, desert land far from everything and everybody.
one travels all the way to find what?!?
the bar I took a picture of and that you find here above.
i want to go back to milan!!!

Published on 16 aprile 2007

i read two books during this south african trip:
the first : “the barbarians” by baricco,
very interesting, about where the world is going.
from the book:
‘contemplating the mouths of the horses and people’s faces, all this alive current raised by my will and precipitating towards the nothing of the purple steppe at sundown, I often think where am i, in this current?” citing gengis khan
the other book the always great simeon, with “the small bookshop of archangelsk’

Published on 15 aprile 2007

evaporated in a red cloud
in one of the many slots of the night
with a need for attention and love
too much, “if you love me cry”
for being corresponded,
it was worth to enjoy the summer evenings
with a very simple “i remember”,
to watch you rent a kilo of grass
to the pensioners farmers and their wives
and give away full handed oceans
and other and other waves to sailors in service,
up to discover one by one your hideaways
without regretting my being gullible
because since the first trench
i was more curious than you
far more curious than you.

and then caught by your “how are you”
amazed by less common and more ferocious places
like “ how do you feel friend, fragile friend,
if you like I can take care of you one hour a month”
“do you know I’ve lost two sons”
“madam you are a rather careless woman “
and again killed by your kindness
at the time of my dream
second row dancer,
shaking for what reason to come
her present time of enormous breasts
and her fresh caesarean,
i was thinking it is nice that where my fingers are heading
should some how start a guitar.
and then sitting in between your goodbyes,
i was feeling less tired than you
I was far less tired than you.
i could tease the pants of the unknown woman
until she would open her mouth wide
i could ask to any of my sons
to speak bad and loud about me.
i could barter my guitar and its helm
with the wooden box that says we will loose.

i could ask what is the name of your dog.
Mine for a long time has been called Libero.
i could employ one cannibal a day
for him to teach me the distance to the stars.
i could cross litres and litres of corals
to each a place called goodbye.

and never came to my mind,
that i was more drunk then you
that I was far more drunk than you

fabrizio de andrè
fragile friend

Published on 13 aprile 2007

and while i waste time and energy to remember small insignificant facts that nobody cares about (see previous post ….) real tragedies are happening: while I was taking shots with my canon equipped with a huge ring flash, our loved teddy bear was walking underneath.
one of my unhappy inattention brought the camera to slide from my fingers and crash on top of the poor puppet.
there was nothing we could do.

Published on 13 aprile 2007

of all things we do the often we try to remember the more important one, those that caused the major impact or simply the most significant.
when we ask someone to remember the most important events in their life normally they will recall a degree, the first kiss, the birth of the first child, marriage … things like that.
historical fact and figures are also remembered for a particular event that happened on a certain day, for instance cristoforo colombo finds the apex of his life on 12 october 1492, when he not only discovers America but finds himself at the cutting edge of medieval and modern era.
i wonder how that day the poor cristoforo colombo was feeling, how was he, how he woke up that morning.
i’m thinking about the details.
the details in life that often make a life special, but often are inevitably forgotten by us all.
i would like then, especially for myself and my future memory, try to imprint the memory of yesterday after lunch, here in south africa where I’m working.
there was a nice temperature, a very important detail. the type of temperature when it’s fresh in the shade and warm in the sun.
i had lunch after shooting all morning.
a simple meal, i would say not memorable … anyhow, to be more accurate, two “caprese” panini and two coke, the bread was nice, with seeds on the outside,
the mozzarella was not that good, but the tomato and specially the basil wasn’t bad at all.
fine, I had lunch and then i walk to the wooden chair that you see here above strategically facing the sun.
i laid down there and while my friends were talking i slowly fell asleep: well I had a very nice nap!
in the sun
hot but not annoying.
this was happening yesterday, 12 april 2007, around 1 o’clock.
that’s all

Published on 11 aprile 2007

if you go here http://www.fashion-ph.it/ you find the second issue of a magazine that only exist on internet founded by two entrepreneurial twenty years old have started only few months ago.
the magazine is called fashion ph.
elisa and valentina, this is the name of the brave girls, wrote to me some times ago, and, despite I’ve never met them personally neither i spoke to them on the phone, i think it is right to reward the love these two girls have shown towards fashion photography by throwing themselves into this adventure.
surely their project is still at embryo stage and need to be corrected in thousands of details, but it is commendable that someone does something not for immediate and concrete economical return, but only out of passion.
all this, therefore, needs reward.
i have tried from my side to give them a hand, and when they ask me for an interview I immediately gave it to them.
good luck, girls.