It is a period of a lot of work, I am always working, 28 hours a day, 12 days of the week. Not to go too far, now, that is 10 on a Sunday morning, I am in my studio working (said in a milanese accent..)
Therefore a crazy period of events, meetings. It would be interesting to tell you minute by minute, two or three of these days days: unfortunately I don’t really want to, I can’t a little, and a bit I shouldn’t..
I would like to say a quick thing though, not to loose my political view: last Saturday, to change a bit I was going from one job to another, and at midnight I ran into a wild bunch that were celebrating the championship of a milanese team (not ac milan..).
Can it be?!?!
Is this possible?!?!
How can an adult gifted with grey matter dress up in black and blue, dress up the unconscious son in black and blue and go around by car tooting the horn?!?! For a soccer team?!?!
Really I do not understand.
With the introduction above, you might have understood that I am not a typical italian: I do not care about soccer. And nonetheless about soccer players.
On the other hand , I think that they are atheletes and especiallymen like all the others. Some are smart, some are less, like the rest of us.
And I had the pleasure to meet one extremely intelligent and kind, during a recent job: alessandro “billy” costacurta.
I think it would have been flabbergasting hearing us talk not about modules or those things, but contemporary art and photography: hearing him say that when he was in new york for I don’t remember what match, while the others where probably going around searching some pussy, he was going to photographic galleries buying photographs by mapplethorpe it was incredible..
But but but.. The average italian is always inside of us, and when in a deserted egyptian land I saw a small soccer field, I had the temptation to kick a free kick to a great champion: above here, in giorgio serinelli’s photos, the results..