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  • 24 agosto 2007

    august 2007

    we studied for the hearafter
    a whistle, a mark of identification.
    i attempted to modulate it in the hope
    that we were all already dead and failed to aknoledge it.

    eugenio montale

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    7 agosto 2007

    while you are on holiday…

    while you are on holiday…
    while you are happily on your way to the sea, the mountain the lakes…
    while you sit in long queues to get there, as you set in long queues latst winter, and in summer too, you’re lways queuing…
    while you wait for your luggage for hoursat the airport, that, i’m sorry to say, will never arrive…(did you put your name on your precious suitcase? no?!?! ouch, ouch, ouch…)
    while you are at the carribbean islands and nobody told you that summer is the rainy season and is as hot as hell…
    while you are at the maldives it is raining and isas hot as hell…
    while you have to queue to get into harbours and to moor your little boat …
    while the persistent stay next to your husband/wife, boyfriend/girlfriend conferms what was only a suspect duriong the winter months : he/she it’s a real idiot crap…
    while you eat what they tell you is “fresh fish caught right there”, while instead it is farmed in vietnam …
    while you can show off your little tattoo on the shoulder, a tribal sign meaning “love and brotherhood”, little tatoo that only you have, but when you arrive at the beach ops! you discover literally everybody has that tatoo, and worst comes to worst the little tatoo does not prevent you from having a fight with your neighbour although he/she also shows a japanese tattoo on the back that means “tolerance and respect”…
    while you are sorry you didn’t buy the telepass, all travel beginners like you queueing at the toll gate, while on the other side is completely empty…
    while you stop at the “autogrill” to eat a “camogli”, you go to the toilette to have a piss and you feel blackmailed by the lady sitting there and pretending a tip just for a simple pee…
    while you go to london, and is full of italians…
    while you go to paris, and is full of italians…
    while you go to new york, and is full of italians …
    while you discover that the wind in greece is unbearable…
    while you discover that obviously there is no water treatment…
    while in Sardinia you are submitted to a traffic worst than in milan at christmas…
    while you go to a concert of your favourite singer that is having a show right where you are on holiday, but because the local municipality doesn’t pay him well, he can’t wait to finish with it, to scraps few tunes, eat drink and run away…
    while you take a stroll on the promenade with your slippes and stare at others in their slippers…
    …well, while you have a ball and enjoy, i am in milan, working in my studio…
    amongst other thousand of things i’m selecting and editing the shoot i did in malesia for sport illustrated.
    You surely do not need it, you are so enjoying where you are, but i will still give you a little preview of the shoot…

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