I just came back from New York, and I would like to make use of this blog for what it was meant to be at the beginning, so, like the daily diary in primary school, to remind myself in the future some things that I would be sorry if I forgot.
So, you that are reading this blog, I suggest you not to go ahead.
I said that it won’t be of any interest to you!
I flew Alitalia. Milan-Fiumicino. Fiumicino-Jfk. During the trip the map shows an aeroplane with enormous wings leaping over the ocean:
In New York I take a taxi to go towards Manhattan. The taxi driver is a dick head that keeps on hooting all the time, fights with everyone and doesn’t know how to drive at all: on the other hand he listens to some kind of Radio Maria, where they alternate religious chants and psalm readings.
I arrive at the hotel, where I begin taking pictures from my window. A thing that I will do everyday, at different times. Although I am on the tenth floor it still feels like I am in the basement:
The first night they took me to a place that I feel I absolutely have to recommend, a korean whose speciality is fried chicken. There are no signs on the street, you have to know the place. You go up some dilapidated stairs, but you arrive in quite a decent place with fashionable koreans (!) where I ate the best fried chicken of my life. This is the place:
The same night I took a photograph of the full moon amongst the skyscrapers:
The day after I go to the Industria Superstudio, the place where the job will take place. I meet up with Fabrizio Ferri, the owner, and I have a chat, and I sincerely think he is faking that he has met me before…
Done with the job I begin to wonder about the city.
Bookshop in Soho where there was an original signed copy of the time of THE AMERICANS by Robert Frank, on sale for $500. I didn’t buy it.
But I bought this:
I keep on wondering about the city:
Unfortunately I didn’t manage to cut my hair at the beautiful FSC barber
That night the client kindly invited me to dinner at an impeccable japanese, BOND. (thank you!). Nearby I took this:
The day after there is a little bit more work and then the weegee show at the ICP. Amazing and he is great!
Around the ICP:
That night I meet up with Saturnino and Riccardo Onori, whom are in town with Lorenzo Jovanotti Cherubini for some concerts. A beautiful casualty!
They took me to TOMOE another japanese, not as chic as the one from the night before but as (if not more) perfect. You cannot book in this place so you have to cue. We where there for more than an hour! Which flew by, fucking around, playing music and taking pictures… these are my two photos to Satu and Riccardo:
Did I say playing music, right? Yes! I was shooting with the iPhone, and they where playing music with the iPhone! Amazing!!!
The day after the job was finished, and I have time to go to the MOMA. Too much stuff. I fear I am hit by the Stendhal syndrome. Picasso, Warhol, Pollock, Fontana, Weston (the photographer), the sunflowers by Van Gogh… and so on to infinity… seriously too much.
Two things particularly excite me, because besides the piece in itself they connect me to the Master, to Ugo Mulas. I venture to photograph them and to have a picture taken thinking about him.
I darted out completely bewildered I throw myself in the subway towards Brooklyn where I have the honour to attend the sound check of Jovanotti and his amazing band will be holding that evening. I just want to say that outside the beautiful theatre there are people waiting for the event and who came specially from Italy!
After too little time I have to leave, to the airport.
On the plane I meet and have a few words with Nicolò Cardi, owner of the art gallery black box
The day after I land in Malpensa and I get picked up immediately and taken to Venice. It is quite an emotive shock to move from the most beautiful city of the modern world to the most beautiful city of the ancient world.
I would like to conclude with two sentences that could make this story that could make it an unwelcome experience. Of course it is not like that! It was great! I cannot help but think that:
“We must be careful to choose desires, it may happen that they come true”
And in the words of my dear eponymous of ancient Rome
“I have become everything I wanted. And I realise that it was not worth the trouble”
PS: of course all the pictures where taken and retouched with the iPhone.