25 settembre 2007
i’m thinking to give up photography, finding i can do a better job as a pain in the ass.
unfortunately when starting to criticize, one is reminded that “those who are without sin, let them cast the first stone”. i admit i’m no saint, and i can’t be taken as an example : but this does not prevent me from getting fed up when i see something i cannot tolerate.
today i’ve seen more than enough, and i already am up to here.
for instance i have seen a minister of the italian parliament that was smoking a nice sigarette indoor, where it is prohibited by law, right in front of his bodyguards, policemen and other authorities.
he, or better she can, but we can’t : why?
coming back, i crossed one of the most beautiful squares of milan, called piazza santa maria delle grazie.
besides being really beautiful, it is right at the entrance to the site of “the last supper” by leonardo da vinci. which is one of the wonders not only of the local block, not only of Milan, not only of the region, not only of italy but of the whole world.
nearby is a famous private high school called san carlo.
so famous that in milan teenagers who pretend are called “sancarlini”.
round 1 pm mothers of the “sancarlini” come to fetch thetir adored children, and where do they park the big cars they are driving?
no doubt in the middle of piazza santa maria delle grazie, where it is totally prohibited.
japanese tourists queueing to go and admire “the last supper” by leonardo find themselves having to negotiate their way between jeeps, jaguar, volvo, mercedes.
a mad traffic of suv coming and going.
here above is a picture of the square taken with my cellphone, the yellow building on the left is the entrance to “the last supper”.
all right, all together now : mothers of the sancarlini, fuck you!!!!
20 settembre 2007
last night i was in my bed and i couldn’t sleep.
i was absolutely fucking fed up.
i wanted to get up and write these few lines, but lickly i fell asleep, i’m afraid i would have said much more insulting words than what I’m about to say now .
maybe some of you remember a my small modest battle some times ago about the fact that italian creativity is absolutely not promoted in italy.
it is such an old topic that I do not want to repeat myself once again, I’m sure you all know it by now.
i specifically drew you attention to the fact that since franca sozzani became the editor of vogue italia and uomo vogue, never EVER commissioned an Italian photographer for their ediotorials.
never once in twenty years.
this has destroyed a whole generation of italian creatives, swiped away, destoyed.
this month the new issue of uomo vogue came out.
the cover has been assigned (finally!) to a good Italian photographer, he deserves to have that cover.
a beautiful portrait of tim burton!
finally things are changing?
finally a new course after twenty years of burnt out land?
more or less…
i’m not so sure this can be seen like a new beginning:
that photographer, the first to appear after twenty years on the cover of the italian vogue, after barbieri, toscani, mulas, gianni, nadir…this photographer is not just anyone : he is the son of franca sozzani, the editor of that magazine.
and nobody says anything?!?!
and all this remains unpunished?!?!
SHAME, SHAME, SHAME, SHAME
15 settembre 2007
i’ve been reading for a while and with great pleasure and enjoyment the most beautiful italian magazine, l’internazionale.
i do it for my own pleasure, but I cannot deny also with obvious pride i’m doing something not revolutionary, or not from the front line, or not from the third world but simply thinking of doing something rather great.
a good article (self-injuring?) by luca sofri on the same magazine takes away all illusions. i copy and paste it:
“the reader of Internazionale, according to my personal analysis, can be of two types. A type, a normal person that likes it because it is a nice magazine, full of stories and things to read, that explains the world, especially without the rubbish one finds in other magazines. B type, someone addicted to informations, slightly dandy, that likes Internazionale because it cuts a dash without being boring.
let’s come to the topic of today’s comlumn, A type doesn’t kow what a hummer is : he is a normal person. while B type knows. today this column serves A type who will be informed, and demagogic for B type, who will read what he has been thinking for some times (it is not the only one, isn’t it?).
the Hummer was created as a military vehicle by a company subsequently bought by General Motors and used by the americans in the so called Desert Storm operation. then, fifteen years ago – rumors are that Arnold Schwarzenegger insisted – was placed in production for civil use. It is a practical car for challenging operations but horrible, in the presence of those notoriuos SUV look like station wagons, something in between a police cellphone and a four-footed robot out of Star Wars. Naturally the stupidity of the commercial operation attracted human kinds alike, and absurd use in the hurban traffic. Uses a fortune in petrol, and has become a cult amongst rich rappers, modern gangsters and european soccer players.
It could be appreciatesd the commitment of Fergie of Black Eyed Peas, conscience struck for the environment, she placed her Hummer on eBay for sale, and we have reached 63thousand dollars. Surely, down a precipice it would have been spectacular.”
ther are no doubts, i’m am the B type, the dandy.
fuck how disappointing.
ps: but the hummer makes me puke, i hate with all my heart those pranks that buy it. i would send them in the gulags in siberia.
is this enough to be classified non dandy?