I admit that on my side it is schizophrenic to be part of a world and at the same time criticise it.
I am that guy that spits on the plate he eats in.
It’s true, I admit it, but it is stronger than me.
On a recent issue of the fabulous magazine MAX (I collaborate with it) there were some wonderful photographs (not mine) of a lady, Roberta someone, that works on television and in the glittery world of showbiz. I don’t know her, because I don’t really watch television, cut she’s surely good and gorgeous.
Somewhere along the article there is a resume of her artistic and working life. Above the scanned image of a detail of her prestigious curriculum.
In the year 2000 the fundamental turn of things…