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2 weeks of indipendence – day 9 where the wild things are
Rock down in the Electric Avenue, on perfect time to celebrate an independence day, an’ an’ we’ll take it higher, as Eddy Grant used to sing. Well, Brixton is high, you can swear to it. And in flames. In the borough where there’s the first street to be lit by electricity in the 1880′s, so [...]
2 weeks of pints. Day 5. Where the olympic spirit comes in a bottle
When it comes to squeeze answers out of someone who doesn’t want to be bothered about life questions, there’s just one way to succeed: Get in a pub, don’t lack cheek, get drunk with strangers, get the answers. There’s a journalistic pose you have to learn before approaching anyone for an interview. Cheeky [...]
2 weeks of expeditions. Day 2. Not a clue.
After the magnificent opening ceremony which we haven’t seen, after a tricky disappointment that nothing really bad has happened, let’s find out if the olympics spirit has spread his power all around, let’s look for the forecasted madness crowding of tourists overflowed into the streets, let’s have a clear signal of how things can go [...]
This is not hipstamatic.
Manifesto for a film. Long time ago, in A.D. 1839, someone reassured the category of the painters with a minimal affermation: Photography has everything but the colour. It was the time of Daguerre and Talbot. Painters were scared to be downgraded by photographers. After 70 years, a couple of french brothers called Lumière made the [...]
The ballad of a fallen empire
It is more likely undertake a reluctantly walk, someone holds your hand and you deny the other for the law of retaliation, keeping it clenched in the pocket. Your eyes are dazed and you hide them behind sunglasses, even if it is dark around you. The light teases you, is because of the neon [...]