tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88445853774781944102024-02-07T12:32:52.501-08:00RuthKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-89402250649479653892012-04-20T14:50:00.000-07:002012-12-18T06:44:02.193-08:00BorderlineDopo un certo tempo di assenza, dovuto a varie ed eventuali, torno con questa storia, che come ogni buona storia di confine appartiene a due nazioni. Complicata questa faccenda lo è da sempre dato che i paesi in questione sono Messico ed USA.<br />
Le strade di collegamento sono tante, e di svariate tipologie, prima fra le tante la droga, ma non è l'unica, tutto il contabbandabile qui viene contrabbandato attraverso questa lunga linea di confine.<br />
Ma qualcosa ora sta cambiando, il governo degli Stati Uniti ha deciso di costruire un muro che dividerà drasticamente questo mondo di frontiera. Per tutti coloro che in questo mondo ci abitano, il muro risulta inutile, la divisione di una terra che a ben guardare non è così divisa.<br />
The Guardian, il quotidiano britannico, dedica un articolo a questo progetto che definisce un inutile spreco di denaro (si parla di miliardi di dollari), che si materializzerà a forma di serpente, in cemento e rete color deserto, sormontata da filo spinato puro acciaio; passerà attraverso le città, dividerà il deserto. Tutto il perimetro verrà sorvegliato da migliaia di agenti armati della polizia statunitense, dell'antinarcotici e dell'Fbi. Nei 12.092 chilometri di confine in cui non ci sarà alcuna recinzione verrà attivata una sorveglianza virtuale: sensori elettronici, telecamere, torri e droni.<br />
Ma quello che è stato uno scenario importante per la campagna elettorale del 2008, risulta essere ora solo un leggero deterrente per pochi immigrati, e non riuscirebbe in effetti a fermare l'entrata di droga, di estorisioni e criminalità. Ci sono tanti aspetti positivi e tanti negativi; e poi c'è Eagle Pass: cittadina di frontiera, dove veramente è nato un equilibrio, considerato un grosso problema, e ad attraversare qui il confine sono duecento immigrati al giorno. La verità è che i sindaci delle varie comunità riuniti respinsero qualsiasi tipo di barriera fisica, che come già detto, ritarderebbe di solo qualche minuto l'entrata di un immigrato, la maggior parte dei quali attraversa velocemente e si disperde, non diventa un pericolo per la comunità, o cerca lavoro nell'agricoltura o nell'edilizia.<br />
Gli abitanti di Eagle Pass e Pietras Negras (la confinante città messicana) sono abituati a valicare il confine anche più volte al giorno. <br />
L'anno scorso nel deserto, sopprattutto in Arizona, sono stati ritrovati i corpi di più di 400 messicani, perchè il muro non scoraggia, e in molti sono coloro che si mettono in viaggio. Per alcuni questa è la fine inevitabile. Se l'amministrazione Obama non rinuncerà a portare a termine i lavori, il confine continuerà ad essere quello che è sempre stato, nonostante la presenza imponente di un muro pieno di buchi, la strada verso la libertà per molti messicani?<br />
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<i>After a, let's say, some months of absence, i'm now back with a story, which as every border story belongs to two countries. It's not a secret that between Mexico and the US, relationships are always difficult. </i><br />
<i>Points of connection are severals, and many are the typologies: first of all are drugs that from Mexico find lots of clients in the other side; but this is not the only kind of matter that could be sold here: everything that is smuggle, here, beside the borderline could be smuggled.</i><br />
<i>But now something is changing, US government decided to built a long wall which will tragically divide this world dominated by borders; the interesting particular is that the entire population who lives there is strongly against this decision, the question is: why to separate a land that to a careful look is not that separate, not that different?</i><br />
<i>The Guardian, the british newspaper, dedicated a articul to this project defining it useless and a waste of money (yes of course, we're speaking of billions of dollars) which would have a snake form, made of cement and desert color mesh, on top of it barbed wire, actually a steel barber wire. It will pass trough cities and villages dividing the desert. For the entire perimeter US police agents, FBI, and narcotics police will control and supervise; for 12.092 km no enclousure will appear, here infact the area will be controlled by a virtual surveillance: eletronic sensors, drones, videocamera.</i><br />
<i>But what has been an important scenario for the 2008 election campagn, is now just a little deterrent for a little immigration situation, and it'll not stop the entry of drug, criminality or estorsions. There are so many aspects to observe, positive and negative as always; and then there is Eagle Pass. Little border town where is born a sort of equilibrium, condamned as a potential danger, and where there are 200 mexican people per day who pass the borderline. What happened here is that mayors of the communities of these areas decided to not build any kind of fisic barrier that, as i already said, so little could do in delaying immigration, in dealying people that once passed the "line" just disperse themselves not becaming a danger for communities, or look for a job in agricolture and construction.</i><br />
<i>The population of Eagle Pass and Pietras Negras (the <span class="clickable"><span class="catgram"><span class="artsem">adjoining mexican town</span></span></span>) are used to pass the border many times per day, as something usual.</i><br />
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<i>Next year, in the desert most in Arizona, more than 400 mexican bodies have been found, dead because the wall doesn't <span class="clickable"><span class="catgram"><span class="artsem">discourage, and so many of them leave and start the journey, anyway and for someone this is the inevitable end. Obama's amministation would renounce to bring this project to the end? This borderline would continue to be, also with a imponent costruction on it, the road to freedom for a lot of people?</span></span></span></i><br />
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Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-32308135551628681552011-04-03T11:07:00.000-07:002012-04-20T15:08:17.405-07:00Miss HimalayaCi sono giornalisti che raccontano notizie, ed altri che raccontano leggende. Una di loro si chiama <a href="http://www.himalayandatabase.com/hawleybio.html">Elisabeth Hawley</a>, lei è la reporter per eccellenza dell' Himalaya. Arrivò in Nepal nel 1960 e non se ne andò mai più, ora ha 85 anni, vive la da mezzo secolo ed è il database dell'alpinismo himalayano, la memoria storica di tutte le imprese che dagli anni sessanta ad oggi hanno percorso una di quelle strade speciali da cui vedere il limite nero del mondo.<br />
Miss Himalaya, come è stata soppranominata, vive a Katmandu, circondata da libri sugli scaffali, una scrivania coperta di foto, ritagli di giornale e fogli di appunti scritti fitti. Da qui vengono rese note le imprese, i record, i successi, e anche le tragedie che hanno luogo sulle vette dell' Himalaya. Il procedimento pare essere sempre lo stesso, come testimoniano tutti gli alpinisti, che appena arrivano in albergo vengono accolti da una telefonata in cui Miss Hawley chiede di essere ricevuta per raccogliere informazioni sulla spedizione. Così accade anche al ritorno, a missione compiuta, dove gli alpinisti in questione devono raccontare come sono andate le cose. Poi, parte la verifica scrupolosa dei fatti.<br />
Tutto questo senza aver mai scalato una montagna.<br />
La cosa più alta che si è arrischiata a scalare è la piramide di Giza, facendo pure fatica, dice.<br />
A lavorare in questa particolare parte del mondo iniziò nel 1969 quando in Nepal si tennero le elezioni del paese. Divenne corrispondente per Time e Reuters. A cominciare in quel periodo non era solo la democrazia dopo anni di isolamento, ma anche l'era dell'alpinismo himalayano. Di ogni alpinista conosciuto, lei ricorda le imprese, di ognuno sa raccontare un aneddoto divertente.<br />
Di tutte le vie che l'Himalaya ha ancora da offrire agli indomiti alpinisti e spettatori, quella più grande, la sfida, sarà il progresso. Un progresso equo e uguale che possa essere osservato nelle strade del centro di Katmandu e in quelle delle campagne dove ora si vive come nel XIX secolo. Lo studio e la scuola resta la Via e per questo la Hawley ha in mano la gestione dell'Himalayan Trust che offre borse di studio a studenti che vogliono andare a Katmandu a studiare.<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;"><br />There are journalist that tell news and others that tell legends. One of them is <a href="http://www.himalayandatabase.com/hawleybio.html">Elisabeth Hawley</a>, a legend herself, the reporter par excellence of the Himalaya.<br />She arrived in Nepal in the 60es and she never went back to the States; now she is 85, she is been living there for half century and she is the dabase of the himalayan alpinism, the memory of all those ventures that started there and that from 1960 since today walked in those special streets from where you can see the limit of the world.<br />Miss Himalaya, as she is called, lives in Katmandu surronded by books on the shelves, picture, press cutting and tight write papers. From here the world come to now all the adventures, successes, records, tragedies and people that passed over there and on the peak of the Himalaya. Everything happens always in the same way: when somebody arrives in the capital she calls, she asks for a meeting to be informed about the expedition, the person, everything. And then again at the end, when the alpinist is back, she calls again, then she checks all these informations, very deeply.<br />She is doing all this since fifty years, and she has never clibed a montain in her life. She laughts if you ask her about this argument: the biggest thing she has ever climbed is the Giza's pyramid, and it was (really) hard.<br />She started to work in this particular part of the world in 1969 when Nepal had its election for the government, she became reporter for Reuters and Time. To start in that period was not just democracy after years of isolation, but also alpinism on the Himalaya; of every alpinist she remembers the enterprise and also some funny stories.<br />Of all the Himalayan ways, already discovered or not, she said the best one should be progress, progress for people, for who lives in the city streets and from who lives in the countryside, where everybody lives as in the XIX century.<br />School and learning is the real Way, and for this reason she is the administrator of the Himalyan Trust, which is distributing money for students which want to go in Katnmandu to study.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz_LHhjkCmrNA5d8-9Z3JawZidtxKDDiHjYJuGmtwqvc7DXYhGByrlSPdiGalibElMuy3zcoOKo12l1NVv1t_8QNuXJwuRVhF7wuLQDbCqXhnigqsm9MpHxk3mTVCjn7NRtZzH-G_FuH8/s1600/Elizabeth_Hawley.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596624926751521730" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz_LHhjkCmrNA5d8-9Z3JawZidtxKDDiHjYJuGmtwqvc7DXYhGByrlSPdiGalibElMuy3zcoOKo12l1NVv1t_8QNuXJwuRVhF7wuLQDbCqXhnigqsm9MpHxk3mTVCjn7NRtZzH-G_FuH8/s400/Elizabeth_Hawley.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 274px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 390px;" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-56561384599499325822011-03-29T01:47:00.000-07:002012-04-20T15:08:42.430-07:00Paolo PellegrinFotografo.<a href="http://www.magnumphotos.com/C.aspx?VP=XSpecific_MAG.PhotographerDetail_VPage&l1=0&pid=2K7O3R13CHLN&nm=Paolo%20Pellegrin"> Paolo Pellegrin</a> è italiano, quello che gli interessa sono le emozioni che riesce a far intravedere dalle sue fotografie, tenendo a distanza i fatti, un testimone umanista, un giornalista.<br />
Quello che Pellegrin fa prima di tutto è essere un testimone, un testimone del fatto che il mondo va male, stanno male quelli che lo popolano, che subiscono invece di influenzarlo; il problema stava nello spigare questo, descriverlo, e soprattutto nel darsi una risposta al perchè farlo, perchè aggiungere ai dolori del mondo la visione di queste pene.<br />
La fotografia è sempre stata in primo piano in questo, documentando, imprimendo nella pellicola e nella memoria delle immagini e delle storie e delle persone. Ebbene si Pellegrin è un altro elemento delle strade delle memoria, di quelle strade che corrono all'indietro e che a volte è difficile tenere. Lui vuole riunire gli elementi di una memoria che tra la fine del novecento e l'inizio del nuovo secolo è attraversata da dubbi sul suo futuro. A stretto contatto con l'attualità, torna in luoghi già esplorati come Gaza o Haiti, diventa un concerned photographer.<br />
Lui lo sa, che quando svolge il suo lavoro è esposto alle sofferenze degli altri, che serve da testimone, e che percepisce che il suo ruolo è di creare documenti per la nostra memoria collettiva. Parte di questo ha a che fare con la responsabilità, con questo concetto.<br />
"Forse soltanto nel momento della loro sofferenza queste persone verranno notate, e notarle elimina ogni possibilità di dire un giorno che non sapevamo. (...) La morte dell'altro è una perdita che appartiene a tutti."<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">A photographer. <a href="http://www.magnumphotos.com/C.aspx?VP=XSpecific_MAG.PhotographerDetail_VPage&l1=0&pid=2K7O3R13CHLN&nm=Paolo%20Pellegrin">Paolo Pellegrin</a> is italian, what interest him are emotions that you can distinguish from his pictures, bringing facts outside, external, a journalist.<br />First of all, what Pellegrin is doing is being a witness, a witness who knows that the world is doing bad, that people there is doing bad, people who instead of affect the world, is suffering. The problem was in how tell it, describe it and in particular have an answer about why do this, why put more and more pain to the already big sorrow of the world?<br />Photography has always been to the fore in doing this, documenting, printing on the film and in our memories immages, stories and people. Well, yes Pellegrin is another element of those street of memory, those street which run backward. He is trying to keep alive and together some elements of a memory that between the end of '900 and the beginning of the new century has big doubts about its future. In this case you must be in close quarters with actuality, he goes back in places where he's already been, he became a concerned photographer.<br />He knows that when he's doing his job, he's exposed to the others' sufference, that they need him as a witness. His role is to create documents for our collective memory, is about responsabiliy.<br />"Is maybe only in this moments, when this people is suffering, that they will be noticed, and if we notice them, well, this eliminate every possibility to say one day that we didn't know.(...) Other's death is a lose that belongs to everybody".</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7PY_WB9VVIuOxZ18_S2UtK4MTaJJmHm37QM01FrOShPVFOCT1P8QDTaOwvUopiSZESB1A2Y_9ZZvsYMyi-N46LjYmXFVZBbu_wJNXmpJ2ZYs3DlL26JHPILE_irnqZuNQNne2CNdnhIU/s1600/paolo_pellegrin_355x265.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="298" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596655157104974562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7PY_WB9VVIuOxZ18_S2UtK4MTaJJmHm37QM01FrOShPVFOCT1P8QDTaOwvUopiSZESB1A2Y_9ZZvsYMyi-N46LjYmXFVZBbu_wJNXmpJ2ZYs3DlL26JHPILE_irnqZuNQNne2CNdnhIU/s400/paolo_pellegrin_355x265.jpg" style="display: block; height: 265px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 355px;" width="400" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-69622576292218551232011-03-20T14:08:00.000-07:002011-03-27T12:45:54.090-07:00L.s. Lowry<a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/L._S._Lowry">L.S. Lowry</a>, è un nome d'arte, ma anche l'abreviazione del nome Lawrence Stephen Lowry: pittore britannico, molti dei suoi disegni e dipinti ritraggono Salford e le aree circostanti, tra cui Pendlebury, dove visse e lavorò per più di quaranta anni. Appena si guarda un suo quadro si riesce a capire cosa mi porta a parlare di lui. In ognuno di essi si può osservare la gente e la strada, tutto in un dipinto. Lui stava li e osservava come queste persone camminavano, giocavano, si incontravano, si amavano, pensavano, semplicemente attraversavano la strada. Tutte queste personcine minute e stilizzate sono diventate il suo tratto distintivo che lo ha reso famoso per i ritratti di scene di vita nei distretti industriali dell'Inghilterra settentrionale durante i primi anni del XX secolo.<br />Di Laurence tutto iniziò al numero 8 di Barrett Street, e iniziò con difficcoltà perchè la madre avrebbe preferito avere una bambina, dimostrandosi anche invidiosa della sorella che di bambine ne aveva avute tre. La sua famiglia non dimostrò grande attenzione o felicità per il dono di Laurie per il disegno. Così finito gli studi prese alcune lezioni di disegno a mano libera. Dopo la morte della madre disegnava scene di vita da spiaggia, dove trascorreva le sue vacanze e quando non aveva qualcosa su cui dipingere, allora utilizzava qualsiasi cosa trovasse.<br />Questo signore dalle grandi contraddizioni, era un uomo timido ma nonostante tutto fece continue amicizie durante tutta la sua vita. Alla fine ci lasciò una grande quantità di disegni e pitture di piccoli omini, che qualcuno vide come piccoli pupazzi, e glielo fece notare. Ma era troppo ragionare su questo perchè come amava ripetere Lowry "non serve cervello per dipingere, solo sentimenti".<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L._S._Lowry">L.S. Lowry</a>, this is an art name but also the abbreviation for Lawrence Stephen Lowry: british painter. Most of his pictures describe Salford in the Uk and some areas nearby, also Pendlebury where he worked for more than forty years.<br />When you look at one of his paints, you can certainly understand why i'm writing about him. In all of them there streets and people, people and streets; everything and everybody in one sight. He used to stay there observing how all that people was talking and playing, thinking and loving or simply crossing the way. All this thiny stylized people, became his peculiarity and made him famous across the world. Everybody started to know who was LS Lowry and his description of common life in the industrial disctricts in north England in the XX century.<br />With Lawrence everything started in 8, Barrett street, and it has been an hard start because his mother preferred to have a girl, and instead arrived Laurie. She was envious of her sister who had three girls. His family wasn't really interested or happy for the boy's gift for art, and he tryied to menage himself for some handdrawing lessons. After his mother death he started to paint some beach scenes that he could see during his holidays, when he didn't have something where to draw on, he just improvised on everything he could find around.<br />In the end this charming man, full of contraddicitions about his own personality, mede new friends during all his life. He could leave us lots of pictures and illustrations with on it lots of small little men, that somebody criticized because more similar to little puppets, than real men. But this was about brain and rationality, too much for him, he loved to say that "you don't use brain to paint, just feelings".</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />"Most of my land and townscape is composite. Made up; part real and part imaginary [...] bits and pieces of my home locality. I don't even know I'm putting them in. They just crop up on their own, like things do in dreams."</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy6ttTbcoIKRJbIDPXPp8_Q3ZlJJU-_1bPctUfoJcqHcyJXw2IsN2g9RHFpisqIyosexf3qXtxR1IOP855n2aJ68xI6Nwv_B5U_wCaztA0C-YecsBmcb9pPMFgMKCDqaRcatMGY4bcJQ/s1600/LS-Lowry-Street-Scene--Southport--102375.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy6ttTbcoIKRJbIDPXPp8_Q3ZlJJU-_1bPctUfoJcqHcyJXw2IsN2g9RHFpisqIyosexf3qXtxR1IOP855n2aJ68xI6Nwv_B5U_wCaztA0C-YecsBmcb9pPMFgMKCDqaRcatMGY4bcJQ/s400/LS-Lowry-Street-Scene--Southport--102375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588778025201856130" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ79C3WFKcBXe3zvCLIfMt9-fzViyAiIbJpj4bOUrFek4cHIL9RISyIGQjy8uT3AQcQeHHp1BdwgKUZDWGJNjrDosk6fu5YIb5Au102dwZYQ1Jt50yh8l0vRafzJs0ZBHUHcwXank-UlY/s1600/Dwelling.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ79C3WFKcBXe3zvCLIfMt9-fzViyAiIbJpj4bOUrFek4cHIL9RISyIGQjy8uT3AQcQeHHp1BdwgKUZDWGJNjrDosk6fu5YIb5Au102dwZYQ1Jt50yh8l0vRafzJs0ZBHUHcwXank-UlY/s400/Dwelling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588778175797354322" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYr-jtMFgX9awWdPaHRpwpcut74_bSvibLc1ErkzP6QbtK2A3YTGTTl2cUpHjI0Nf92WbHza76Ul4df1jZFNfjzNG_5_fnGwJ65HjyCTlD8D5fT3klOKo5icNU5_tOw9yRgQUtBNkWHw/s1600/91509.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYr-jtMFgX9awWdPaHRpwpcut74_bSvibLc1ErkzP6QbtK2A3YTGTTl2cUpHjI0Nf92WbHza76Ul4df1jZFNfjzNG_5_fnGwJ65HjyCTlD8D5fT3klOKo5icNU5_tOw9yRgQUtBNkWHw/s400/91509.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588778310896914498" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWQYpWIXjvTI4ivSVpWRCHo33m5QsqBm-Iy6UneUaTw_4ijN_ImT6TUEYH57DwfjOcIu6f8T0hABgj_785hzLHIpR_gSSJVlrkoJR5vSpGW9cvDv2pslluTZ-IPmVFB6hyphenhyphenc2PU8TfErE/s1600/lowry+lecture+feature.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWQYpWIXjvTI4ivSVpWRCHo33m5QsqBm-Iy6UneUaTw_4ijN_ImT6TUEYH57DwfjOcIu6f8T0hABgj_785hzLHIpR_gSSJVlrkoJR5vSpGW9cvDv2pslluTZ-IPmVFB6hyphenhyphenc2PU8TfErE/s400/lowry+lecture+feature.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588778924202297682" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0J5oDO4yEi2TBEKPqlD4gXTl1NZETnt0CJB5TO64DcSmS1gYanBukY1Qj9ByW3RKHOvRmcokQ20BQBniU1MLsmb2xaOCTyaBaewm397eIDvefjc1aF79MlLf5a9wsHho2Fj04YHgU4Gw/s1600/lowry.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0J5oDO4yEi2TBEKPqlD4gXTl1NZETnt0CJB5TO64DcSmS1gYanBukY1Qj9ByW3RKHOvRmcokQ20BQBniU1MLsmb2xaOCTyaBaewm397eIDvefjc1aF79MlLf5a9wsHho2Fj04YHgU4Gw/s400/lowry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588779048423403618" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLsbPdke9CefCBkUykxr7ywf9Is1eFnp6PlxfoDdeoraaLOZE3GV8BYhPMMPXzSeKZWXM_01fVKVNMycrWtJdEunUfVq4ho6Bt4T_SC17CLjYB8PvOnySgwLgsTWq3C7Lu_VnfM5swPg/s1600/f_A+Street+In+Clitheroe.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLsbPdke9CefCBkUykxr7ywf9Is1eFnp6PlxfoDdeoraaLOZE3GV8BYhPMMPXzSeKZWXM_01fVKVNMycrWtJdEunUfVq4ho6Bt4T_SC17CLjYB8PvOnySgwLgsTWq3C7Lu_VnfM5swPg/s400/f_A+Street+In+Clitheroe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588779205452695250" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-21715658236416642322011-03-15T13:55:00.001-07:002011-03-16T15:59:56.049-07:00Dance for AllSiamo a Cape Town, Sud Africa, <a href="http://www.linkedin.com/pub/philip-boyd/9/769/557">Philip Boyd</a>, sudafricano bianco, ballerino dei grandi palcoscenici del mondo è tornato nella sua terra. Qui ha deciso di voler fare qualcosa di importante per lei: portarci la danza. Boyd ama stare sul palcoscenico ma voleva anche un posto migliore per vivere, e poter offrire una possibilità di futuro ai figli delle township, un alternativa alla strada.<br />Così nasce la scuola di danza <a href="http://www.danceforall.co.za/">Dance for All</a>, fondata con la moglie (morta te anni fa, étoile del Cape Town city ballet). Corsi di danza classica, moderna e tradizionale, completamente gratuiti con lezioni giornaliere, trasporto e abbigliamento; grazie a sovvenzioni e aiuti privati, volontari di ogni nazionalità e collaborazioni importanti come il Royal Ballet di Londra, Stanford University, Cuban National Ballet...<br />Tutto prende forma all'interno di magazzini, scantinati e piccole palestre, si, dove capita.<br />Il futuro di questi ragazzi bisogna salvaguardare, perchè sedici anni dopo l'abolizione del regime segregazionista, il Sudafrica rimane segnato da contraddizioni e profonde diseguaglianze, e malgrado la crescita economica il divario tra ricchi e poveri coincide ancora con il colore della pelle. I bambini, che sono in netta minoranza rispetto alle bambine, ancora vengono derisi se si iscrivono alla scuola lasciando la vita di strada. Loro non sembrano avere rimpianti o ripensamenti, da quando hanno iniziato a ballare sono felici.<br />Ora Dance for All esiste da vent'anni ed è riuscito a coinvolgere più di 1500 studenti, alcuni si sono persi altri, hanno rinunciato tornando alla strada e alla sua quotidiana guerra; ma altri c'è l'hanno fatta e sono ora sulla bacheca della scuola o in compagnie di professionisti. <br />E così che si può vedere una bambina che appena ha iniziato a fare i suoi primi passi di danza, che già sogna Broadway e il pubblico e la celebrità, per poi prendere il pulmino e tornare la della strada.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">We are now in Cape Town, South Africa, <a href="http://www.linkedin.com/pub/philip-boyd/9/769/557">Philippe Boyd</a> is a white southafricaner and a dancer, he came back from the great stages of the world. Here, he decided to do something beautiful and important fot her, his country: dance.<br />Boyd loves his job, loves to stay on the stage, but he also wants to create a better place where it's truly possible to live, he tried to offer an alternative to the street and a better future.<br />This is how born the dance school <a href="http://www.danceforall.co.za/">Dance for All</a>, he built it with his wife (étoile of the Cape Town City Ballet, she died three years ago). Here it is possible to find dance courses of any kind: classical, modern and traditional; everything is for free with daily lessons, transport and clothes and costumes. This school is working thanks to collaborations with world famous dance schools as Royal Ballet di Londra, Stanford University, Cuban National Ballet; volunteers and dance teachers from the city. Favorites places for lessons are small gyms, basements and old and empty stock rooms, yes, everywhere.<br />What they are doing here is try to save the future of these guys, because despite sixteen years have passed from the segregationist government, Southafrica is still divided between strong contradictions and deep disparities, and the gap between rich and poor still depends on skin color. Boys are surely less than girls, and sometimes they are mock off for their choice, but they are happy to learn how move their body and dance.<br />Dance for All is twenty years old, and he menaged more than 1500 students, some of them change their mind and gave up going back to the street and his daily war, but others stayed and are now on the school wall or in professionist dance companies.<br />It's good to see a little girl who just can do her first steps, who dreams Broadway and celebrity, and a big great public. And then she just catches the bus and she goes back there, on the street.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuV7nq8Rdfk0MuMPxY54qlJMIHN8T07rylS06AvjG_vM64GO7aWBo7Sx7hkQqB2-8p63mSHVmxlIBv3htDAGMtW276XrEhQ4IHHqjCK3oqRI-u_1tSODvp0y711ii51DrpJerUTKm2oN8/s1600/694-1832-0-0_170211.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuV7nq8Rdfk0MuMPxY54qlJMIHN8T07rylS06AvjG_vM64GO7aWBo7Sx7hkQqB2-8p63mSHVmxlIBv3htDAGMtW276XrEhQ4IHHqjCK3oqRI-u_1tSODvp0y711ii51DrpJerUTKm2oN8/s400/694-1832-0-0_170211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584814745518206130" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvppk07vJ_k7E_q_Wpvt7Z5Iy2y5XFcUqkSNgnawDKqJ1OtSIxkQXjTH2j9WcHIvu3opRvXuiAK3bAAKhiCymmaI2EKTUApZPXa8AaMhur6MjWNN96M_ijSVnIZHLJ9FWFfYofGDsii8/s1600/200205576-001.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXCCnBC5HkJPneetF66IpUN10Mpr_uO-L-RHYAI3GGXoi-p7utRkLMy6aRPLTyT5QwEW7eJiaYi0twC_XpWvPkbeJIOj4tOJ-JdRf-LNRYPP3Wm-fDia61FbcbAuUkHsjH4AAqFgT-b4/s400/s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584815206920683970" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-33270540503161887262011-03-14T14:44:00.000-07:002011-03-14T15:46:28.889-07:00Josef Koudelka<a href="http://www.magnumphotos.com/Archive/C.aspx?VP=XSpecific_MAG.PhotographerDetail_VPage&pid=2K7O3R135R3G&nm=Josef%20Koudelka">Josef Koudelka</a>, fotografo ceco, è parte della storia della fotografia. Iniziò fotografando la sua famiglia, nel 1961 si laureò all'università tecnica di Praga, ma nel 1967 decide di rinunciare la sua carriera di ingegniere per quella nomade di fotografo.<br />Iniziò a viaggiare e nel 1968 era appena tornato da un servizio sugli zingari della Romania, quando una telefonata lo sveglia e lo fa arrivare in piazza mentre le forze militari del Patto di Varsavia entravano a Praga per soffocare il riformismo ceco. <br />I negativi di quelle preziose fotografie riescono ad uscire dal paese tramite canali clandestini ed arrivare alla Magnum Photos e poi pubblicate sul Sunday times. Koudelka rimarrà anonimo e le sue foto vengono firmate P.P. (Prague Photographer) per salvare se stesso e la sua famiglia da rappresaglie.<br />Nonostante ciò, le immagini diventano dei simboli intenrnazionali e premiati con il Robert Capa Gold medal per fotografie scattate con eccezionale coraggio.<br />Attarerso l'agezia Magnum riesce ad arrivare in Europa e a chiedere asilo politico in Inghilterra. Così negli anni settanta e ottanta, rispondendo al suo carattere nomade si agira per l'Europa, lavorando grazie a premi e riconoscimenti, pubblicando diversi libri di cui il primo dedicato agli zingari (Gypsies) e il secondo al suo esilio (Exiles).<br />Tre figli, ognuno di loro è nato in un paese diverso, a testimonianza della vita del padre.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://www.magnumphotos.com/Archive/C.aspx?VP=XSpecific_MAG.PhotographerDetail_VPage&pid=2K7O3R135R3G&nm=Josef%20Koudelka">Josef Koudelka</a>, a czech photographer, is part of the photography's history. Everything began shooting his family with an old bakelite camera 6x6; in 1961 he took his degree in the Tecnic university of Prague, but in 1967 he already has decided to abandon his career as an engineer for a something more truly nomadic as could be a phographer.<br />He spent time travelling and in 1968 coming back from a photo session in Romanie about gipsies, he received a telephone call where he has been informed of the revolution.<br />He was there, in August 1968. He witnessed and recorded the military forces of the Warsaw Pact as they invaded Prague and crushed the Czech reforms. Koudelka's negatives were smuggled out of Prague into the hands of the Magnum agency, and published anonymously in The Sunday Times Magazine under the initials P. P. (Prague Photographer) for fear of reprisal to him and his family.<br />Despite of this, His pictures of the events became dramatic international symbols. In 1969 the "anonymous Czech photographer" was awarded the Overseas Press Club's Robert Capa Gold Medal for photographs requiring exceptional courage. <br />With Magnum to recommend him to the British authorities, he applied for a three-month working visa and fled to England in 1970, where he applied for political asylum, in 1971 joined Magnum Photos and stayed for more than a decade. A nomad at heart, he continued to wander around Europe with his camera and little else. Throughout the 1970s and 1980s, Koudelka sustained his work through numerous grants and awards, and continued to exhibit and publish major projects like Gypsies (1975, his first book) and Exiles (1988, his second). Since 1986, he has worked with a panoramic camera and issued a compilation of these photographs in his book Chaos in 1999.<br />He now resides in France and Prague and is continuing his work documenting the European landscape. He has two daughters and a young son, each from a different country: France, England and Italy, they can testify their father nature.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjulXoNTOJrkNhD_e1GiPNWibDA0hFEh7Lp8k66nRffBhvFRuPFbNb4D9p9k182jhXUX9vbrp2nCylG7ceeiM5IvE-Gd6geWum6m9M09AFwU0I7ySKubNLt99yKBmq3eFU8PTyILy-xQiM/s1600/koudelka_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjulXoNTOJrkNhD_e1GiPNWibDA0hFEh7Lp8k66nRffBhvFRuPFbNb4D9p9k182jhXUX9vbrp2nCylG7ceeiM5IvE-Gd6geWum6m9M09AFwU0I7ySKubNLt99yKBmq3eFU8PTyILy-xQiM/s400/koudelka_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584070263600697218" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_NvaLa7_g4TvejWaSbiEOxdffpSqGZfndFjFmki422pinkigzBDItV2jFiwl-XRF1oeNamGEVlxbYmjidNlPNSH3kZZXMYn68e0_tT_SQZRFwvBw_tTswG6XAIFawaIfh7zflRBKshA/s1600/KoudelkaEL2003_193.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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E si sa è una strada variabile, a volte larga altre stretta, da provare.<br />A volte certo non ci rendiamo conto che alcune di queste strade sono state più impervie e tormentate di altre. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clyde_Snow">Clyde Snow</a> ha deciso di andarne a cercare alcune, in Argentina, storie di gente ormai scomparsa, strada senza uscita, i desaparicidos.<br />Clyde Snow è un antropologo che arrivò in questa meravigliosa terra nel maggio del 1984 su richiesta delle Abuelas Plaza de Mayo, facendo parte dei sette membri dell'American association for the advancement of science. Snow era già famoso per aver identificato i resti del medico nazista josef Mengele in Brasile.<br />Furono giudici e familiari che richiesero di riesumere i desaparicidos e fù così che iniziò tutto, il suo traduttore visto il lavoro che iniziava a presentarsi chiamò un amico antropologo che sparse la voce a suoi amici universitari che si unirono a lui. Iniziare fù faticoso per loro, passare da libri a cimiteri non dev'essere facile, ma quando capirono veramente cosa succedeva, restarono.<br />Man mano che questa sorta di progetto avvanzava, iniziarono ad arrivare anche finizaiamenti, nonostante non tutti vedessero di buon occhio quello che questo gruppo di persone faceva. Ma loro nel frattempo si unirono diventarono un Equipo con l'obbiettivo di praticare "l'antropologia forense applicata ai casi di violenza di stato, violazione dei diritti umani e crimini contro l'umanità".<br />Ma non solo, diventrono amici, passando i loro week end nella terra fresca dei cimiteri ed osservare ossa cercando <a href="http://www.people.com/people/archive/article/0,,20095200,00.html">ricostruire</a> vite da ricordi e documenti. Ognuno si è specializzato in qualcosa, e la parte peggiore dicono e ritrovare le ossa con alcuni resti di vestiti o scarpe.<br />Qui, in questo luogo, arrivare a riconosce una persona significa ridarle quel piccolo tratto di strada che lo ricollega alla sua storia, alla sua famiglia. Riconsegnare queste ossa a qualcuno che le ha amate, termina la speranza ma anche l'angoscia di non aver visto la fine. Madri baciano la fronte dei figli, sorelle si riconoscono da una scarpa o dai capelli. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The first street we come to know is our life, not always an easy way, it could be wide or narrow, in any case it must be run. Sometimes we can't know, or maybe admit that some of these streets have been harder and more difficult than others. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clyde_Snow">Clyde Snow</a> decided to go and find some of them, in Argentina, lost people's stories, endless streets, the desaparicidos. Snow is an anthropologist who arrived in this beatiful country in may 1984 because of the request of Abuelas Plaza de Mayo; with him seven members of American association for the advancement of science. He was already famous, he have discovered and recognized Josef Mengele, a nazi doctor in Brazil.<br />Familiars and judges asked for all this to begin, find the desparicidos, try to understand who they were, and finally give them some ease. When Snow and his interpreter saw how much was the work to do, they called a friend, an anthropoligist student, and he called some friend, anthropolists, of course. They started the Equipo. Twenty years old men who passed their week end in cemeteries. You can understand it wasn't easy for them to pass from books and studies to fresh soil and bones, but in the end they stayed, because they undertood what was going on there.<br />With the advancement of this project, money start to come up, despite not everybody was seeing this in the right prospective, and didn't agree completely. Their aim was to practice "forence anthropolgy in case of state violence, lack in human rights and crimes against humanity".<br />But wasn't just this, they became friends, they passed, and they still do, their days and holidays trying to <a href="http://www.people.com/people/archive/article/0,,20095200,00.html">identify</a> peoples and lives and stories from their bones, their documents and others stories. Everybody is specialized in a different task, and they said, the worst is find the clothes still there, a shoe, an old pull.<br />Here, in this place, reognize a person means give him/her back the short piece of street that can link him/her back and again to his/her story, his/her family. Give the bones to someone who loved them, it's a fullstop for hope but also for the agony, the agony of "who knows?", of who can't know the end. Some mothers kissed the forehead of their sons, sisters culd recognize themselves from a shoe, their hairs.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhShBHxky330oYJnRR5xOh5nZ2pmFce_uFApfg869slnJOwjWEag4SvaDOsm9IF1rQugvobHYSok6FCeRGN7XwSc88i5hEQfVATusY_2io35iwTgUkNLF50oOsCOklKHnKJtaeEO-YZU/s1600/Excavaci%25C3%25B3n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhShBHxky330oYJnRR5xOh5nZ2pmFce_uFApfg869slnJOwjWEag4SvaDOsm9IF1rQugvobHYSok6FCeRGN7XwSc88i5hEQfVATusY_2io35iwTgUkNLF50oOsCOklKHnKJtaeEO-YZU/s400/Excavaci%25C3%25B3n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582214918908571906" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQZUM_nAcYvmRH4RNZDldqmPZjn49TCgLCxM3eKuDuebkp0cW9tDereUnp6F__DeK69Leta5eFJSX_sRCDLmdxMgybCwALmQSgFyQDKKD1Ybpnc12A3M33Y7S_m0hO2vzoV9VPlCUmm0/s1600/iii_d_115.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLt68RF4WD84j1_e4sM3zOdB2WKF32XD0sUaJPLfG1rlFiDL4OXBFz46liVcFACTgfNnedw0Lj_DdBhCi0aKUlOB7m1G8ixuGww6RvBRoUo5H91kKA8zCcDwrcwy-R8RkwFzc_Dy0H1I/s400/p52_03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582216048636768562" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-19986036860285503842011-03-03T11:56:00.000-08:002011-03-03T12:11:02.443-08:00Lehel KovacDa Budapest un illustratore che cerca di essere ovunque con poco. <a href="http://www.kolehel.com/index.htm">Lehel Kovac</a> è un artista ungarese che ha varie collaborazioni con riviste e quant'altro. <br />In cerca di ispirazione si imbatte in google street view, e prendendo a caso delle città le dipinge in ordine alfabetico.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">From Budapest i would like to present you an illustrator who tried to be everywhere while being home. <a href="http://www.kolehel.com/index.htm">Lehel Kovac</a> is an Hungarian artist, he is having lot of collaborations with magazines and so on.<br />Looking for inspiration he falled in google street view feature, and, taking random cities, he draw them in alphabethical order.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGjKJV1mKcUWf8Wt_wq2O8H5RMSDvcMa-sZJgSpZTYHecq3TgRb6NHncIYQg2sSetkWZin2Se8IQmRB2UDNUjpZsBC-v3s_gz4Tltp657zei_7ZAWpTmYGqbUDmgLffVLraUKtFgDwsgY/s1600/eillustrazionebylehelkovacs1.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4uH_ngc52DdoBy9gCPQErNJkVv3zGRtcPsaXSCTHca9JEgSnUi_JJE_LSmYhoz5L0wgBikBavSdwIAd4sq3sALS2nGLpvrtbb8G51NhtgxuEOG9HCll5hwoT6gi3jOZQeKAzICo0_cs/s400/c3894562610_e01bc787201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579948678986491538" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-39199674817578909102011-03-02T08:58:00.000-08:002011-03-02T14:00:39.454-08:00The Otolith groupOgni buona strada si può percorrere avanti ed indietro, può essere guardata e studiata. Ma nessuna strada è tanto personale e unica quanto la nostra memoria, i ricordi. Il tempo purtroppo si sa non può essere rivissuto, ma nella nostra testa può essere riavvolto e guardato come un vecchio nastro. A volte è difficile altre più facile, tutto dipende dalle immagini che ci arrivano, dalle sensazioni che ci trasmettono, da quello che ci fanno provare.<br />Quindi è questa la nostra strada nel passato, che corre all'indietro, che un pò inganna il tempo, che ci da spazio per pensare, a volte imparare, altre copiare.<br /><a href="http://www.apengine.org/2010/02/the-otolith-group-talks-to-george-clark/">The Otolith</a> sono un gruppo fondato a Londra nel 2000 da Anjalika Sagar e Kodwo Eshun, il nome riprende la particella di otolite, una struttura di carbonato di calcio presente nel nostro orecchio interno che determina col sul spostmento il nostro equilibrio.<br />Fù il cinema ad avvicinare questi due personaggi che insieme iniziarono a lavorare su cortometraggi e testi che nascevano dall'assemblaggio di immagini da riviste e giornali, con un effetto collage a metà fra il diario privato e la storia collettiva. Tutto questo nasce da una riflessione sulla natura della memoria umana, dalla Guerra fredda al capitalismo globalizzato, un universo di immagini, frammentato impossibile da conoscere nella sua realtà. Otolith 1 è il loro primo esperimento, molto riuscito, in cui fondono la microgravità e la narrazione storia/futuro, cercando di mappare le tre temporalità, doveva essere un film di fantascienza ma creato "dal futuro", sperimentarono la microgravità in molti modi possibili, ma alla fine usarono solo alcuni frammenti.<br />Sono riusciti a creare riflesso che va ben oltre le immagini, trasformando l’arte in un’espressione politica che si serve della memoria come uno strumento di costruzione d’idee per il mondo futuro. Riflettere su una società pietrificata nel presente, dove l’estetica formale e senza contenuti ha fatto sparire la capacità umana del ricordare, del guardare indietro. <br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />It is possible to go straight and forward in every good street, you can see it and study it. But no one street it so unique and personal as our memory, our souvenirs. <br />We can't push time back, but we could watch it inside our head, like an old videotape. All those images that come up can be good ones or bad ones, could make us feel happy and sad, sometimes could be hard.<br />So this is our way into the past, which runs back, which can trick a little the time, which gives us space to think, sometimes learn, or copy.<br /><a href="http://www.apengine.org/2010/02/the-otolith-group-talks-to-george-clark/">The Otolith</a> are a group born in London in 2000 from Anjalika Sagar and Kodwo Eshun, the name derived from a structure found in the inner ear, the one which establish our balance. Essay films brang these two persons together, they started to work in films and textes that born from magazines' and newspapers' images, and that create a collage in the middle between a private diary and collective history. From a consideration about human memory, from the Cold War to global capitalism: thousands and thousands of images, a whole universe that is quite impossible to know entirely and understand.<br />Otolith l is their first work, a very good experiment, where they try to put together microgravity and the historical/future narrative, three areas that they wanted to map – three temporalities. they knew they wanted it to be a science fiction film, they knew that they wanted to create this “from the future”. For them it was not just about the experience of experiencing microgravity – it was much more about the metaphor of that experience, the notion of a suspension of political will.<br />They succeed in create something which goes beyond images, a reflection of themselves, transforming art in a political expression that use memory as an instrument to build ideas for a future world. think about a society which is standing in the present, where is impossible to remember or to look back, thanks to apparence and aesthetics without any content.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbLhikQFjMg100AtsZj2CKOqz1Cm_21kL-LDZ8LtdRCj8gBnKfaiQAuHechptTDiEpv-XY05Oll0K2L4GpBIBvUonXqzKglSkF1EoB8qnfFjcQ2mRtL6oRzZqOAxx9_U9ZuZfRBUwPoE/s1600/otolith-group-percezione-memoria.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbLhikQFjMg100AtsZj2CKOqz1Cm_21kL-LDZ8LtdRCj8gBnKfaiQAuHechptTDiEpv-XY05Oll0K2L4GpBIBvUonXqzKglSkF1EoB8qnfFjcQ2mRtL6oRzZqOAxx9_U9ZuZfRBUwPoE/s400/otolith-group-percezione-memoria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579605302084888578" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIUDnr3yk1BnP7enFLqRidD7ePKdQv8us4wzQ6mg1hIkpvVJhxTBPkz2BRtU3AdHu0ddvn-wVu7ZFs_pJQxzr_rjXLN_P6Rno5QZXTLI5rZ7qbD4USJN06S0wihT1ZvonKdwtGzLxYeM/s1600/otolith-181-462x382.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAz5KIkpsJNHmkT6SeoU67BZm75z5s9QC4NHMDShvmTYHY7uD0f-ll9FbdOgl2zqWej_djFKlbDTCohRy5m8fwTkNy_FTHYiiwqXnvpxYsRrfgD-R-Lx8xkBHNjmHRZbmG788JjUVMsMI/s400/otolith-13-462x369.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579605825297139634" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-55012300294903149932011-02-18T14:23:00.000-08:002011-02-19T10:18:16.843-08:00Grootens<a href="http://www.grootens.nl/about.html">Joost Grootens</a> è un designer olandese che ha studiato archittura e design alla Rietverd academy ad Amsterdam. Il 1998 è l'anno in cui una casa editrice di Londra gli pubblica il suo primo libro: Metaspaces. Dal 2000 in poi progetta i propri libri basati su archittetura, ambienti urbani e art, specializzandosi negli atlanti disegnando le mappe.<br />Oltre ai numerosi premi vinti, insegna ad Eindhoven al corso di master tenendo diversi corsi e letture in altre città olandesi.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://www.grootens.nl/about.html">Joost Grootens</a> is a young dutch designer, he studied architectural design at Gerrit Rietveld Academy in Amsterdam. 1998 marked a turning point during which he designed his first book – Metaspaces, published in London. Since 2000, he has almost exclusively designed books in the fields of architecture, urban space and art, specializing on atlas projects, designing both the maps and the books themselves.<br />Grootens has won numerous prizes for his designs and he is also teaching at Eindhoven’s Master course, leader of the research programme Information Design at Design Academy. He has also lectured at various schools in the Netherlands.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6MxR-ghazpKYx-Rxvg0b4Ruyn5bOhLt04SsvFCJbQVHMuout831i0rgA5VquwSD_jRZ7gu_A8CUICBKucWbknoiidjOriwFxlW-jEQsQt7AHyN4KrmL7eVw1RlwbeCWPl1dUxhaKnKms/s1600/000831file.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6MxR-ghazpKYx-Rxvg0b4Ruyn5bOhLt04SsvFCJbQVHMuout831i0rgA5VquwSD_jRZ7gu_A8CUICBKucWbknoiidjOriwFxlW-jEQsQt7AHyN4KrmL7eVw1RlwbeCWPl1dUxhaKnKms/s400/000831file.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575465989822474802" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4tiep1fNdcSjkGKRFZ-RpRDPckuhgnYQATd_oD79t8OEH7RmASIqyC5vBrZwY2yHCE6lLDEKOqzKTYQGZeatMurnLeT5BmveIno03G6nNmhI9Os0BeTJjhpqEEtMI43DDx50enjS_jHc/s1600/000038file.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4tiep1fNdcSjkGKRFZ-RpRDPckuhgnYQATd_oD79t8OEH7RmASIqyC5vBrZwY2yHCE6lLDEKOqzKTYQGZeatMurnLeT5BmveIno03G6nNmhI9Os0BeTJjhpqEEtMI43DDx50enjS_jHc/s400/000038file.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575466112730061394" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvkruNNtegLkFMJRuc5ADDlvFKeuxZIlrTxW33Gi5qdM_k6UEttPC6Hc-mnMPKQHFVJBbYrCbJXhqfq-p2aauR1JRL7v_rcpj8NNnovx3TqjM1r_dxzutW0vkpY8jh7sfDfhT4S1pcNms/s1600/000716file.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvkruNNtegLkFMJRuc5ADDlvFKeuxZIlrTxW33Gi5qdM_k6UEttPC6Hc-mnMPKQHFVJBbYrCbJXhqfq-p2aauR1JRL7v_rcpj8NNnovx3TqjM1r_dxzutW0vkpY8jh7sfDfhT4S1pcNms/s400/000716file.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575466228769824802" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_t4YkuUrF2LlW_-FugIT2INN_GUIPAlsAIV_TB4UhQU_j2XJPTj2i1eqL1buvjiT8YQVJz5lvwsbQM38ZpwV4K-zL9BUzx-JS1R65YKAiMPmCDJiaai3P_e3WgcdBOg8oeCZ0UW2iaHc/s1600/000849file.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_t4YkuUrF2LlW_-FugIT2INN_GUIPAlsAIV_TB4UhQU_j2XJPTj2i1eqL1buvjiT8YQVJz5lvwsbQM38ZpwV4K-zL9BUzx-JS1R65YKAiMPmCDJiaai3P_e3WgcdBOg8oeCZ0UW2iaHc/s400/000849file.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575466394874932786" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPd0nXtE0zyfPVRGgr0NR3CtDIegokPeAO1WQRUFYz7Guf-03FzqS_CiUsm0fHwZEU6Aa5Bz4bJmrBm6iHsPxM3-1YGfV8xD4_O0GYnNCzWYqvCcTJRghD9-yJD25wWlduWehfxFXYrfY/s1600/000715file.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPd0nXtE0zyfPVRGgr0NR3CtDIegokPeAO1WQRUFYz7Guf-03FzqS_CiUsm0fHwZEU6Aa5Bz4bJmrBm6iHsPxM3-1YGfV8xD4_O0GYnNCzWYqvCcTJRghD9-yJD25wWlduWehfxFXYrfY/s400/000715file.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575466563519020210" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-9096139349596897602011-02-18T12:52:00.000-08:002011-02-18T14:18:50.724-08:00Sam ShephardParliamo di qualcuno che le strade non le fa ma semplicemente gli piacciono, anzi il suo è un amore. Il suo nome è<a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_Shepard"> Sam Shephard</a>: premio Pulitzer e nomination Oscar, definito "il più grande drammaturgo americano".<br />Patti Smith lo descrive come l'uomo perfetto, bellissimo. C'è energia in lui che lo fa diventare tutto quello che si può desiderare. Ogni cosa in cui si cimenta gli riesce bene, a questo deve tutti i suoi innumerevoli premi in letteratura, sceneggiatura e regia. Il suo esplorare tutte queste possibilità si concretizza nello scrivere, che non è solo un mestiere per lui ma un canale per raccontare le cose che nessuno descrive o racconta. Una continua scoperta. Non racconta di se, a causa della sua difficile infanzia e il rapporto con il padre, ne resta estraneo ed esterno senza farsi contagiare, ti illudi di dare forma a qualcosa come autore, e racconti storie.<br /><br />Let's talk about someone who doesn't build or shoot streets, he simply likes them, they are his love. His name is <a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_Shepard">Sam Shephard</a>: Pulitzer prize and Oscar nomination, he's been defined "the gratest american playwright".<br />The first time Patty Smith met him she said he's the perfect man, handsome. There is energy inside him that can transform him in everything someone could want. Everything Sam did or tried was good, well excelent, this is the reason of so many prizes in literature, screenplay and direction. <br />What he does is esploring through the possibility of write, always write. This is not just a job but a way to tell something that nobody wants to describe or narrate. A discovery, always a discovery. <br />Sam Shephard because of his very hard childhood doesn't want to tell about himself, he just stay outside telling without possibility of being infected. But this is what can help him, write about these characters who he build and generate, telling stories.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD-U5tUdJb0ZfPkutnPpXzgFs2I69ZSxtF8wEtJmyk_4CRKq3uCi4pUYPiMI5xWIrrHkpZsxnvyRpw1DiNkmTo6HuomRKat_p8mdvo6a20kKBxVbtDOd9Z6a94V4eIPwNyAniEoh25m4Y/s1600/postie-media3.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD-U5tUdJb0ZfPkutnPpXzgFs2I69ZSxtF8wEtJmyk_4CRKq3uCi4pUYPiMI5xWIrrHkpZsxnvyRpw1DiNkmTo6HuomRKat_p8mdvo6a20kKBxVbtDOd9Z6a94V4eIPwNyAniEoh25m4Y/s400/postie-media3.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575156716505188978" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh97_dA7Fhi9WhkMuh3tC2WEqsE7Yjg2t22fMAloUbngTedv01mST-PZvTBuWNcMVOVkdH-WrRnTZ5NfxOuRbzrTmUhhSYhFs4LHT1WDAl6GzIDJzmgxWmbDeUtAaXNwt3tGR2HcSC-Q2Y/s1600/6871698.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh97_dA7Fhi9WhkMuh3tC2WEqsE7Yjg2t22fMAloUbngTedv01mST-PZvTBuWNcMVOVkdH-WrRnTZ5NfxOuRbzrTmUhhSYhFs4LHT1WDAl6GzIDJzmgxWmbDeUtAaXNwt3tGR2HcSC-Q2Y/s400/6871698.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575156843355086370" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUcwUgx0Zsj0tU7rqw8CwV0Uu8S6xvL9q9aiH2-QGpCpSW4GFjSVVSm1vPcuR-t0WeVZz0IHXfyZVjoYcpnYCWKquywPFiMc6q9u9Li5CpzuaWhXz3xARqOlGW85rH1Fwwc184Ocnws0/s1600/truewest-409-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUcwUgx0Zsj0tU7rqw8CwV0Uu8S6xvL9q9aiH2-QGpCpSW4GFjSVVSm1vPcuR-t0WeVZz0IHXfyZVjoYcpnYCWKquywPFiMc6q9u9Li5CpzuaWhXz3xARqOlGW85rH1Fwwc184Ocnws0/s400/truewest-409-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575157353185339730" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44wQNQizl8aPvzRvXopgWXQ-FASUlVO2IG8B10aDC404kjXevj0OaWQpCxbMtp1m_TJ-UQC8RGqBh7ZxsHVJU-VVZgEmAj2hV32DJHNOfacGxUESvVCvWAa_Y52cZ6ThbTV_GvI55JgE/s1600/poster_alieofthemind.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44wQNQizl8aPvzRvXopgWXQ-FASUlVO2IG8B10aDC404kjXevj0OaWQpCxbMtp1m_TJ-UQC8RGqBh7ZxsHVJU-VVZgEmAj2hV32DJHNOfacGxUESvVCvWAa_Y52cZ6ThbTV_GvI55JgE/s400/poster_alieofthemind.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575157473019522562" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-23678639440815958622011-02-11T09:45:00.000-08:002011-02-11T12:21:36.579-08:00Luna ParkIl primo Luna park si trova, o meglio lo trovano, a Duhok, Kurdistan iracheno. Una coincidenza dicono la fotografa <a href="http://www.anoeksteketee.com/">Anoek Steketee</a>, l'autrice e giornalista olandese Eefje Blankevoot insieme a Arnold van Bruggen di "Dreamcities", progetto che è poi diventato libro e mostra.<br />Così in Iraq trovano Dream city, un parco divertimenti frequentato da kurdi, soldati americani, sciiti e sunniti. Intere famiglie sfollate da Baghdad. Tutti sembrano girare in cerca di una pausa dalla guerra, come potrebbe essere andare al cinema o ad un concerto. Ti viene da pensare che questi posti non dovrebbero esistere proprio li, ma la differenza è che questi parchi sono costruiti appositamente con questo scopo già dentro, un luogo in qui tornare ad essere bambini usando il linguaggio universale del divertimento. <br />Da questa prima esperienza costruiscono via via un viaggio fatto di geografia e parole chiave, di storie. Le parole di questa mappa che si va costruendo sono undici e sono SOGNO, dalla storia di Lao Zhan Zhou che in una città con sei luna park riesce dal niente a ricavare la sua fortuna; AMORE, quello delle coppie anziane che se ne vanno in giro in camper in questo parco del Tenessee dedicato alla cantante country Dolly Parton. E poi VIAGGIO, ODIO che comunque continua a esserci in Iraq, ma dimostrato solo a insulti sussurrati, RICORDI di giostre accese per una promessa, SPERANZA, FOLLA quella che si trova a Giacarta, ICONE. Il PASSATO che sempre torna grazie al nome del luna park del Turkmenistan, il SILENZIO di Chernobyl, MORTE della giostra abbandonata e contaminata di questa città fantasma. Alla fine le città viste e giocate sono tante e vanno dal Ruanda alla Colombia, da Israele alla Cina, disegnando una grande e particolare mappa fatta di popoli in guerra che ogni tanto cambiano la loro direzione per un po di divertimento. FINE (è quello che disegna il recinto di un luna park)<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />The first luna park is, or better they found it, in Duhok, Iraqi Kurdistan. It's a conicidence, said the photographer <a href="http://www.anoeksteketee.com/">Anoek Steketee</a>, the author and journalist Eefje Blankevoot and Arnold van Bruggen, a dutch trio in their project "Dreamcities", the same one that ended in a book and an exibition.<br />Dream City is in Iraq, this is its the proper name, an amusement park where you can find kurd, Shiite, Sunni and american soldiers. whole families evaquated from Baghdad. Everybody is here to find a break from the war, like going to cinema or theatre. The first thing that came up in my mind is that they are built in the wrong place, but the reality is that they are actually born with this aim, to entertain, to make people not think and forget for a while what is going on in their country. A place where going back and be simply children with their international language.<br />From this experience they started to build up their travel of geography, but not only this, there are stories and keywords. <br />At the end of the trip these words are eleven and the map is starting. The first is DREAM from the acquaintance of Lao Zhan Zhou who, in a six lunapark's town, menage to make his fortune from nothing: a snake and a monkey. The LOVE of some old couples who with their caravan arrive in a famous Tennessee park dedicated to the famous country singer Dolly Parton. And then TRAVEL, HATE that, in Iraq, is present anyway, but thankfully they show it just wispering, MEMORY of promise of a park with light and smiles and carousel; HOPE, CROWD, the one in Jakarta; ICONS. the PAST that always comes back in Turkmenistan, the SILENCE of Chernobyl and the DEATH of the carousels in this ghost city.<br />In the end the visited and played towns are so many that you have got a map that goes from Rwanda to Colombia, from Israel to China, with people in war who sometime they just change their direction for some amusement. The END (that is what draws the fence in a lunapark).</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGgiLQwBko102ZR2YDvpwIkYMMfVrSorUPyMmGA0MjRrz4GKX_2EwJ2PaID6q-t5CZz3N9iquqQuuNqFhlm2jBTxbOYgzIsXShnPOoIH_zkj28JS_av8wz2xClQN2eSyQkYaaO9Eztrq8/s1600/1266161061_employer1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGgiLQwBko102ZR2YDvpwIkYMMfVrSorUPyMmGA0MjRrz4GKX_2EwJ2PaID6q-t5CZz3N9iquqQuuNqFhlm2jBTxbOYgzIsXShnPOoIH_zkj28JS_av8wz2xClQN2eSyQkYaaO9Eztrq8/s400/1266161061_employer1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572529096676564818" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfvwn5pLrS77TLexuYixvKa8Oyr9fMlP5lFPRg-vnRGduFxLsFdiv3sYhur6LGGDFLRH_PFaeizplyIakfwOc2AvWjEvMkI-VTlnNQqOAed1j2swDusjD6yb-r-0aEcQp68QT7utKjFs/s1600/1275384652_Funland.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfvwn5pLrS77TLexuYixvKa8Oyr9fMlP5lFPRg-vnRGduFxLsFdiv3sYhur6LGGDFLRH_PFaeizplyIakfwOc2AvWjEvMkI-VTlnNQqOAed1j2swDusjD6yb-r-0aEcQp68QT7utKjFs/s400/1275384652_Funland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572529237879254402" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBdi4rbbZYZFxiLzHiMsiA3fD3ivGnL94itGsWkJfbllpIULJnWybw5QIY35N_AzmS-4ZuiVjGxeMR7hI5urr-Lr3-UQhlKJzFmBg8eaMI1vJ8AXGwdhZsm5XXYS4e5C3JBTr9ktF-E-o/s1600/1266927605_womanflowerdress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBdi4rbbZYZFxiLzHiMsiA3fD3ivGnL94itGsWkJfbllpIULJnWybw5QIY35N_AzmS-4ZuiVjGxeMR7hI5urr-Lr3-UQhlKJzFmBg8eaMI1vJ8AXGwdhZsm5XXYS4e5C3JBTr9ktF-E-o/s400/1266927605_womanflowerdress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572529339831780578" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhHgBtpVoa8H9u_OxXr7jlrpjPoHnrSTsfNhpGzwxUBFy47hmllkhCczRPLMdseFcgkaBI2kNk0GZiBNuQw2Gujeospy9c0nSQMUYGRlgLccgYcnjTSKPIOS82hs_1xTbaHfUdDSG5hqc/s1600/1273437330_geschenkdreamcity111.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhHgBtpVoa8H9u_OxXr7jlrpjPoHnrSTsfNhpGzwxUBFy47hmllkhCczRPLMdseFcgkaBI2kNk0GZiBNuQw2Gujeospy9c0nSQMUYGRlgLccgYcnjTSKPIOS82hs_1xTbaHfUdDSG5hqc/s400/1273437330_geschenkdreamcity111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572529435811163074" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidSmBacIDeyCONLbDqGEZ8Dv-MKH9LzZjw7J8EH4lI_ftYnGjrN1vUgWvtJlgZe-bn2mkkhUHkOpSpMw4TuMsPb-xmSLw_0GNWnDw_a074sytAZjVRZDZUcPz9zIUE9-lbNWvseKtlqhY/s1600/1266161481_familiedreamcity.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidSmBacIDeyCONLbDqGEZ8Dv-MKH9LzZjw7J8EH4lI_ftYnGjrN1vUgWvtJlgZe-bn2mkkhUHkOpSpMw4TuMsPb-xmSLw_0GNWnDw_a074sytAZjVRZDZUcPz9zIUE9-lbNWvseKtlqhY/s400/1266161481_familiedreamcity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572529546370940338" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjICEpWT_B6z782YCO5CbskjZBF0FzZkbppwwsxZlDudtdmErh1uO5l7p4do1i-bBBolHaA9kVoSU7-UC73IgJ0IHoVjC33ji13fDSB2n818j_wk7K_wSa7y_IbsiaKqDEVNBe0OuulG7s/s1600/1275388508_gap.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjICEpWT_B6z782YCO5CbskjZBF0FzZkbppwwsxZlDudtdmErh1uO5l7p4do1i-bBBolHaA9kVoSU7-UC73IgJ0IHoVjC33ji13fDSB2n818j_wk7K_wSa7y_IbsiaKqDEVNBe0OuulG7s/s400/1275388508_gap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572529648161140882" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-49054504174876584422011-02-10T09:09:00.000-08:002011-02-10T12:50:31.101-08:00André Kertész<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andr%C3%A9_Kert%C3%A9sz">Kertész</a>, fotografo ungherese originario di Budapest, la prima macchina fotografica la acquisto nel 1912 dopo il diploma. Nel 1915 andò in guerra e fù li che con un piccola camera riuscì a riprendere molte scene di marce e vita di tricea, tralasciando le parti più crude. Costretto a tornare in patria per la convalescenza trascorre diversi anni a Budapest fotografando la famiglia, ma molte delle sue fotografie andranno perse nella rivoluzione del 1918.<br />Si trasferì a Parigi a causa della depressione post bellica in Ungheria, e li venne a contatto con molti personaggi e fotografi d'avanguardia come Germaine Krull, Robert Capa, Man Ray e Berenice Abbott. Lavorò con Henry Cartier-Bresson per la rivista VU (che influenzò l'americana LIFE) e partecipò alla prima mostra indipendente di fotografia: Salon de l'escalier.<br />Quando si trasferì a New York con la moglie attirato da nuove correnti artistiche, lavorò per diverse riviste, inclusa LIFE, prevalentemente da freelance.<br />Il suo lavoro ricevette numerosi riconoscimenti, e fù un modello per diversi artisti e fotografi suoi contemporanei. Dimostrò come tutto vale la pena di essere fotografato.<br />La strada fù il soggetto principale delle sue fotografie, ma non era interessato in eventi mondani o cronaca, quanto alla possibilità di mostrare attraverso i grafismi delle moderne metropoli la felicità silenziosa di un istante.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andr%C3%A9_Kert%C3%A9sz">Kértesz</a> is an Hungarian photographer who lived in Budapest. He had his first camera after the diploma in 1912, and when in 1915 he had to join the military life for the first world war he took lot of shoots of marches and life in the treches, trying to avoid the most cruel parts. Because of a man injury he had to retourn home for sometime where he could take pictures of his brother and mother. Most of them went lost during the revolution in 1918.<br />During the depression he moved to Paris, where the artistic scene was really rich and he could be close to artists and photographers d'avant-garde such as Germaine Krull, Robert Capa, Man Ray e Berenice Abbott. He worked with Henry Cartier-Bresson for the magazine VU (this one had a great influence on the american LIFE) and he took part to the first independent exbition called Salon de l'escalier.<br />When he finally moved to New York with his wife Elisabeth, he start working as freelance for different magazines, LIFE included, and they lived in the middle of different artistic currents of the period.<br />His work saw lots of awards and a prestige that spread worldwide. He has been a model for atirsts photographers and contemporaries. All' his life he tryed to demostrate and shaw how everything has got the right to be photographed and gain a sort of importance.<br />Streets were his principal subject, but anyway he wasn't interested in news or mondanities; he wanted the possibility of show through the lines of the modern metropolis, the happiness of an istant.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFoIvk9_LsT2-gby-Pe4givYKGKgTsn36YconwDLamtOKbd-8_Reu9t7zopS63qBASN_bSWMZFvMRaDGNm1Id6r3axJT_qm-l1Tdhbg8lYB1tajry65RSKD4t0u_OZJ62bwKTvFJiOmOQ/s1600/place_gambetta_apr_05_Andre%252BKertesz.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFoIvk9_LsT2-gby-Pe4givYKGKgTsn36YconwDLamtOKbd-8_Reu9t7zopS63qBASN_bSWMZFvMRaDGNm1Id6r3axJT_qm-l1Tdhbg8lYB1tajry65RSKD4t0u_OZJ62bwKTvFJiOmOQ/s400/place_gambetta_apr_05_Andre%252BKertesz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572163256022834834" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkmiU90G4Hg4jeCEyzUG72aZUFuhcqT-MGFtQjQ1fYcV5N-GWJ_A12pYqMAKo_VfplzWN-s_CW8D3HHATfCB7yVSI8Q86AxNbNEjq7c1JM_DFYSRUmui_oFJbPDjDD2nHJHXp-qR5hsk/s1600/Andre_Kertesz_Buy_1315_67.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBaN68txotnWeUzt6Is_VUfLvmX2R4WuI4bR_ltuDzoQ3fD3034BDyseh0kI9WxjkH5X-4JbeAwUszuZzeaEyG20kcbGuI0rzHWCbxcXCqbtIHVddj9_s7BKig2kAxV7fcu7WumpGIdHc/s400/Andre_Kertesz_Washington_Square_Day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572164557707731330" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-23535236097058725342011-02-08T10:27:00.000-08:002011-02-08T15:01:16.156-08:00Gente e nuvole / People and cloudsQuesta è una storia che accade in centro a Milano, pubblicato su <a href="http://dweb.repubblica.it/">D di Repubblica</a>. Ma è già stato un esperimento di altri scrittori nel mondo, e ne siamo sicuri, succederà di nuovo. Un signore seglie sette metri di strada e aspetta la gente per chiedergli qualcosa su di se, "sei felice?", "sei innamorato?", "i tuoi figli studiano o lavorano?"; un intera giornata in sette metri, che lui definisce "di felicità" perchè è bello parlare con la gente e ritrovarne i pensieri e le parole, le esperienze, i desideri e tutti i colori che qualcuno che passava di la si portava addosso. <br />Così nel quartiere milanese dell'Isola, all'angolo di via Porro Lambertenghi e via Borsieri, tra una cartoleria e una farmacia, decine di persone si sono fatte interrompere nel loro andare quotidiano per parlare un attimo di se. Arriva Roberta, babysitter di tre bambini che introduce la parola "crisi", Franca dal Brasile che corre al lavoro felice, anche se è garantito fino a dicembre soltanto; Lilliana pensionata che vive con 650 euro al mese ma dice sarà una buona giornata; Stefania e Annalì: ballerine; Antonella, 41 anni spiega che la sua vita è stata un cammino di cui ogni passo è stato faticoso ma amato.<br />Così scopro anche <a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georges_Perec">George Perec</a>, modello ispiratore di questa giornata, che scrive un libro intitolato "Tentativo di esaurire un luogo parigino" standosene per giorni su place Saint-Sulpice, a Parigi. Quello che lui voleva registrare era "ciò che succede quando non succede niente, se non il tempo, le persone, le macchine e le nuvole".<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">This is a story that happened in centre of Milan (Italy), pubblished on <a href="http://dweb.repubblica.it/">D di Repubblica</a> (italian magazine). Others writers has done something similar before, and for sure, it will happen again. A journalist choses seven meters of street and he waits people passing by to ask them something about themselves: "are you happy?", "are you in love?", "your kids are studying or working?". A Whole day in seven meters, that he defines "of happiness", because it's always good to speak with people, find out how and who they are: thoughts, words, experiences, desires and colors, those colors that people was wearing.<br />So, we are in the Isola neighbourhood, in the corner with Porro Lambertenghi and Borsieri street, between a pharmacy and a stationery store, lot of people have interrupted their busy workdays or simply their stroll around the city, to tell a little about themselves. Roberta, babysitter of three kids, the first to introduce the word "crisis"; Franca from Brasil is happily running at work also if she knows that it will be sure only until december, Lilliana retired who lives with 650 euro per month, but who also says it will be a great day; Stefania and Annalì, dancers; Antonella 41 years old explains that in her life every step was hard but, loved.<br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georges_Perec">George Peret</a>, the inspiration for this article, wrote a book, long time ago. The title is "An Attempt at Exhausting a Place in Paris", to write it he stayed for days in place Saint-Sulpice in Paris, because what he wanted to do was to register "what is happening when nothing is actually happening, or just time, people, cars and clouds".</span>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-7534298493593071362011-02-02T15:02:00.000-08:002011-02-06T13:45:21.276-08:00scelte diverse / different choisesIl 24 giugno 2009, pochi giorni dopo le elezioni presidenziali iraniane che avevano confermato Mahmoud Ahmadinejad,<a href="http://www.pietromasturzo.com/"> Pietro Masturzo</a>, fotografo italiano, cammina per le strade di Teheran quando sente delle voci provenire dai tetti delle case. Informandosi scopre che quello che succedeva lassù è una protesta che riprendeva quella del 1979, quando Khomeini aveva invitato tutto il popolo a salire sui tetti e gridare ’Allah u Akbar’, Allah è grande.<br />L'emozione per la sua scoperta lo porta a scattare e documentare l'accaduto, nonostante la gente avesse paura di essere riconosciuta. Venne addirittura accusato di aver preso dei soldi per delle fotografie per cui delle donne verranno uccise. Il fotografo si è più volte difeso spiegando di aver scattato quelle foto in modo tale che le persone risultassero sfuocate, e dunque irriconoscibili.<br />Le foto sono arrivate, e vinto, il World Press Photography riuscendo a documentare una diversa via di esprimere le proprie idee. Già avevamo accennato alla strada come teatro di guerra e espressione, ma qui tutto viene trasferito e, in un certo senso, esiliato più in alto, per essere più vicini a chi davvero si vuole essere ascoltati.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />on 24th june 2009, few days after the iranian's election that confirmed Mahmoud Ahmadinejad as a president, <a href="http://www.pietromasturzo.com/">Pietro Masturzo</a>, an italian photographer, is walking in Teheran when he heard some voices coming from the roofes of the houses. Looking for more informations he came to discover that those voices actually where a formal manifestation of protest which was drawing on the one of 1979, when Khomeini have invited everyone on the roofes to shout ’Allah u Akbar’, Allah is great.<br />The emotion for what he discovered brang him to shoot a large number of photographies that could prove what was going on. People was afraid of being recognized by them, because privacy is quite a delicate argument in Iran. Somebody said he earned lot of money for pictures for whom people would be killed,if recognized, expecially women.<br />Masturzo explained that he shooted those people in a way that they result out-of-focus, and so unrecognizable.<br />In the end, all these pictures arrived, and won, at the World Press Photography. They suceed in describe and state a different way of express and convey an opinion. We have already said something about streets and ideas, they can be a theatre of our necessity of expression; but here everything have been moved and exiliated where they can be closer to who have to hear their request of help.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQee0SO5YNlnqH68xGuKK9YNKcE5gLjGeeVtEJY5EUOo6bG4wOsziHqQy1cC-T6-ICepUVZv2AR1PXFdNp7-5lOySVErBR2JGdYMbd7cFXLR2XuXGEdLbGrjZbPOTw1z0U3Ls6Bi4q0Z4/s1600/pietro-masturzo-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQee0SO5YNlnqH68xGuKK9YNKcE5gLjGeeVtEJY5EUOo6bG4wOsziHqQy1cC-T6-ICepUVZv2AR1PXFdNp7-5lOySVErBR2JGdYMbd7cFXLR2XuXGEdLbGrjZbPOTw1z0U3Ls6Bi4q0Z4/s400/pietro-masturzo-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570695158374198450" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge1pPNHB6qaA-cDjtqZO-eKbnru7PKbj4PNw68uiDR4S9NHej-rSf5Vu14EIy4Lm_elGmLq_11ykgLG8EPAbv06h5BAoaZ5xriW8h-3bmdHtxIPff-oxV5bhmYdb24Y7kuwD9hxOSUG8s/s1600/world-press-photo-2010-pietro-masturzo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge1pPNHB6qaA-cDjtqZO-eKbnru7PKbj4PNw68uiDR4S9NHej-rSf5Vu14EIy4Lm_elGmLq_11ykgLG8EPAbv06h5BAoaZ5xriW8h-3bmdHtxIPff-oxV5bhmYdb24Y7kuwD9hxOSUG8s/s400/world-press-photo-2010-pietro-masturzo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570695290764472306" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrIUhhfLGeRTfFfqjLXh9Y1lOHPtOI5ODVDSzxGGSq3B53tpTim-bYeepRUyhHyWgmYVkjhOimTNa-UGJ7QOz1aDKNsvvIudaR20YI4LKwcLA3YwevREn7A_C_QK2lmZD_qYAdvtK-Wcg/s1600/pietro-masturzo-4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrIUhhfLGeRTfFfqjLXh9Y1lOHPtOI5ODVDSzxGGSq3B53tpTim-bYeepRUyhHyWgmYVkjhOimTNa-UGJ7QOz1aDKNsvvIudaR20YI4LKwcLA3YwevREn7A_C_QK2lmZD_qYAdvtK-Wcg/s400/pietro-masturzo-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570695406249133186" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-60400227050869448792011-02-02T10:13:00.000-08:002011-02-03T14:12:57.026-08:00Il museo dell'innocenza / The museum of innocence"Il museo dell'innocenza" è il titolo dell'ultimo libro di Orhan Pamuk, scrittore turco, vincitore del premio nobel per la letteratura. Quello che attira il protagonista su questa "strada" è la strana mappa che si può leggere all'interno della storia: una mappa di oggetti, gli oggetti di una vita, che si accumulano con il crescere degli anni, il cambiare delle stagioni, i posti visitati, le persone conosciute. Ognuno di noi ne possiede una che, in un certo senso, definisce delle tappe della nostra vita: i vestiti che non possiamo più indossare perchè troppo piccoli o usati, libri, dischi, pupazzi e bicilette, anelli e orecchini, quella poltrona su cui guardiamo i film o leggiamo uno di quei libri. Il tutto può suggerire chi siamo, che colore ci piace, se amiamo oppure no i gialli. Nella mappa insolita di una persona speciale, il protagonista del libro si rifugia per non sentire la sua mancanza per assorbire tutto quello che questi oggetti possono trasferigli.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"The museum of innocence" is the last Orhan Pamuk's novel, a turk writer, winner of the nobel price. What brings its protagonist on this "street" it's the strange map that comes out from this story: a map of objects, a life's objects that people collect during years, changing of season, visited places or people that we have met. In a certain sense everyone owns this kind of map that could define some points of our lives: old and, now, too small clothes, books, records and tapes, dolls and bicycles, rings and earrings and that confortable armchair where we sit to read or watch one of those movies.<br />Everything can suggest something about us, like our favorite color or if we really like detective stories.<br />The protagonist of this book decides to find confort in a special person's unusual "map", to absorb all what these object could give him and so, in a certain way, stay together.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhK0fh-CWSoMpxPHhNKpRgWkB4_09aFTUfVWtXNUVsY7EVKmHg_UkM2MtdMLALcCe8XqXpD1AmnZB_q85TTUugDjqV_uIRSfBab3ElvL0OMC4x5Bkr8hB89PBJpWWcpgrLdQqRBuLH9Vg/s1600/400000000000000179653_s4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhK0fh-CWSoMpxPHhNKpRgWkB4_09aFTUfVWtXNUVsY7EVKmHg_UkM2MtdMLALcCe8XqXpD1AmnZB_q85TTUugDjqV_uIRSfBab3ElvL0OMC4x5Bkr8hB89PBJpWWcpgrLdQqRBuLH9Vg/s400/400000000000000179653_s4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569228578048160098" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-51095613066044188422010-09-28T20:06:00.000-07:002010-09-28T22:04:25.203-07:00Jean Paul Sartre-New York: colonial city"Quindi i miei occhi da europeo, avvanzavano lentamente, osservando ogni cosa, cercando invano di scoprire qualcosa di New York che attirasse la loro attenzione; qualcosa, qualsiasi cosa: una fila di case che imrovvisamente sbarrasse la strada, l'angolo di una strada, una vecchia casa che mostrasse la patina del tempo. Ma in vano: New York è una città per la vista lunga: si può solo focalizzare l'infinito. Il mio sguardo non incontra nient'altro che spazio vuoto; scivola attraverso palazzi e case, tutte uguali tra di loro, senza nulla che possa che lo possa fermare, esso eventualmente si perde nell'orizzonte. (...) Gli incroci non servono a nient'altro che a definire i blocchi dei palazzi fra alle strade.<br />(...)Tutto di New York è tirato in senso parallelo, senza significati comunicanti. Improvvisamente quelle lunghe e dritte linee mi danno un senso di spazio. Le città europee sono costruite in modo di proteggerci da questo: le case tutte attaccate le une alle altre, come pecore.<br />Invece lo spazio corre in mezzo a New York, la fa vivere ed espandere. Lo spazio, il meraviglioso spazio delle steppe e delle pampas, soffia dentro le sue vene come una corrente di aria fresca, separando quelle di destra da quelle di sinistra. A boston un amico americano, mostrandomi la zona alla moda della città, mi indicò la parte sinistra della boulevard dicendomi: Qui è dove vive tutta l'alta classe. E indicandomi la parte destra, aggiunse ironicamente: Nessuno ha ancora scoperto che viva laggiù. Lo stesso è per New York, esiste un'enorme distanza tra le due parti di una strada.<br />New York è una mezza via tra una città di pedoni e una città di automobili, nessuno cammina a New York, si va avanti, è una città in movimento.<br />(...)Ho imparato ad amare le avenues di Manhattan, queste non sono piccole serie stradine, ma grandi autostrade. Come ci metti piede capisci che queste strade possono portarti a Boston o Chicago. Si scolorisce piano paino uscendo dalla città, e tu puoi quasi seguirla fin dentro la campagna. Un cielo selvaggio sopra a binari paralleli, questo è principalmente New York. Nel cuore della città sei nel cuore della natura.<br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Paul_Sartre">Jean Paul Sartre</a><br />Da un articolo pubblicato da <span style="font-style:italic;">Life</span> (New York) e <span style="font-style:italic;">Town and country</span> (London)<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />"So my short-sighted, European eyes, advancing slowly, watching everything, tried invain to discover something in New York to catch their attention; something, anything: a row of houses suddenly barring the way, a street corner or an old house showing the patina of time. In vain: New York is a city for the longsighted: one can only focus on infinity. My gaze met nothing but empty space; sliding across block of houses, each exactly like the next, with nothing to arrest it, it eventually lost itself in the horizon. (...) The cross street serve hardly any purpose except to define the limits of the housing blocks between the avenues.<br />(...)All of New York is stripped in this way with parallel, non communicating meanings. These long pefectly regular lines suddendly gave me a feeling of space. This is wath our european cities are built to protect us against: the houses cluster together like sheep. But space crosses through New York, enlives it and expands it. Space, the great empty space of the steppes and the pampas, flows through its veins like a current of fresh air, separating those on the right bank from those on the left bank. In Boston an american friend, showing me around the fashionable part of the town, pointed to the left-hand side of the boulevard and said: that's where the high-class folks live. And pointing to the right hand side, he added ironically: No one's ever found out who lives over there. It's the same in New York:there is an infinite distance between the two sides of a street.<br />New York is half-way between a city for pedestrians and a city of cars. One doesn't walk in New York, one goes by: it's a city in motion.<br />(...)I've learned to love the avenues of Manhattan. These are not serious little walkways, they are major highways. As soon you set foot on one of them you realize that it has to travel to Boston or Chicago. It fades away outside the town and your eyes can almostfollow it into the countryside. A wild sky above great parallel rails: that is New York, chiefly. In the heart of the city you are in the heart of nature.<br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Paul_Sartre">Jean Paul Sartre</a><br />From an article published by <span style="font-style:italic;">Time </span>(New York) and <span style="font-style:italic;">Town and Country</span> (London)<br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitT4rbj2WfC7IVfFy-cwX07gCn9EolGkxbGXQzMJum-iI5rKJ4uIPWoNEd12Iihj8h4GDiGnXX3UGVOaS3ffr2geuTzIy_Jfm7ydqPXh7tkGpAkUYh4NO0rghHVEWz_Y_jaAi0HfLV8Ns/s1600/6a00d83451c23269e200e551e566818834-800wi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitT4rbj2WfC7IVfFy-cwX07gCn9EolGkxbGXQzMJum-iI5rKJ4uIPWoNEd12Iihj8h4GDiGnXX3UGVOaS3ffr2geuTzIy_Jfm7ydqPXh7tkGpAkUYh4NO0rghHVEWz_Y_jaAi0HfLV8Ns/s400/6a00d83451c23269e200e551e566818834-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522190569009683026" /></a><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Tice">George Tice</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7mWJkBctQDGy5D0ZRxVUrAe7HPXWH7pkkkjGSOFwb2FiCT-yRJxfHMSzDrQWoK4QXqy46HYA_D3NjWXHMjhnWJFnbO_7hAzExjjK9mXp4-h12rjdfJUmIpykCxT-ooHPDXnusxCw5GeA/s1600/Alfred-Stieglitz-Icy-Night-New-york-1898.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7mWJkBctQDGy5D0ZRxVUrAe7HPXWH7pkkkjGSOFwb2FiCT-yRJxfHMSzDrQWoK4QXqy46HYA_D3NjWXHMjhnWJFnbO_7hAzExjjK9mXp4-h12rjdfJUmIpykCxT-ooHPDXnusxCw5GeA/s400/Alfred-Stieglitz-Icy-Night-New-york-1898.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522190852602786114" /></a><br /><a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfred_Stieglitz">Alfred Stieglitz</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTdmGy6sQz687btqNMDn6Hg578sNPPGnGidz5O8VvWmJvMgNR5Yzf6cqXUuB5ju4zhfAbtB5deTETYB7EF5sPsTBAK33s6lRpjdUciaT4s7yt85UtBzsM2MjA01h8lGyF9zmmIwTR-4s/s1600/500141183165012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTdmGy6sQz687btqNMDn6Hg578sNPPGnGidz5O8VvWmJvMgNR5Yzf6cqXUuB5ju4zhfAbtB5deTETYB7EF5sPsTBAK33s6lRpjdUciaT4s7yt85UtBzsM2MjA01h8lGyF9zmmIwTR-4s/s400/500141183165012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522191648595083954" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.behance.net/rickbajornas">Rick Bayonas</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIdv7clyvk3pRHNX43_3_ibBM1J1MBDJRqqatTaDN7tzNzFBG8ouL2gxtTx6Vjygra4Dhc7-b-vVgYDwY4fubj6hitUm4rpvLHjc40jjvFdrepKitdDBNhjU7Skz5fwn_te0_I2XKoqA/s1600/2008_8_chelseapano.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIdv7clyvk3pRHNX43_3_ibBM1J1MBDJRqqatTaDN7tzNzFBG8ouL2gxtTx6Vjygra4Dhc7-b-vVgYDwY4fubj6hitUm4rpvLHjc40jjvFdrepKitdDBNhjU7Skz5fwn_te0_I2XKoqA/s400/2008_8_chelseapano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522194598620296290" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.bluejake.com/archives.php">Bluejake</a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-26901283163738843162010-09-26T19:33:00.000-07:002010-09-26T19:53:59.412-07:00la città infinita / the endless cityQualcosa a proposito di urbanizzazione. La città infinita sarà forse il nostro futuro, poche saranno le persone che in questo tempo futuro potranno e vorranno ancora vivere in campagna. UN- ricercatori osservando la scena mondiale hanno visto come la città si stia espandendo diventando casa di sempre più parte della popolazione. Si stima che nel 2050 sette persone su dieci vivranno in città, che non si sa più bene a cosa assomiglierà. <br />Se si guarda con attenzione le città in cui viviamo, si può osservare come esse si stiano allargando sempre di più. Il più grande problema a cui questo può portare, spiega il professore Herbie Girardet della Middlesex University, è il consumo di energia di cui una città usufruisce rispetto alla campagna. In quest'ultima c'è un riciclo e l'uso delle materie crea un continuo circolo di uso e riuso. La città non fa questo e si basa piuttosto su un uso continuo di nuove risrse che vengono poi eliminate in qualche modo creando danno alla natura.<br />Come sarebbe allora vivere in una città senza fine? La risposta spiega Jonathon Porritt, ambientalista britannico, è non nella misura della città quanto nel come quest ultime vengono costruite, sta a dire nella qualità di vita che riescono ad offrire. La vita infatti senza il contatto con la natura diventerebbe insostenibile, un intero mondo disconesso dal mondo naturale diventerebbe una grande prigione da qui potrebbero nascere imprevedibili conseguenze per la società e il pianeta.<br /><br />John Vidal is the Guardian’s environment editor<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-style:italic;">Get used to it. The future is urban and in 50 years’ it may be weird to find people living in the countryside. The UN planet-watchers have found not just that we are becoming an urban species but that the world’s cities are growing and merging with each other, forming vast “megaregions.” These giants are already sprawling across borders and becoming homes to 100 million or more people. Today just over one half of us live in urban areas. By 2050 it will be 7 in 10 and eventually the city will take over.<br />UN-Habitat’s biennial cities report says urbanization is now unstoppable and we should prepare to live in “the endless city.” Look back a few hundred years, say the authors, and you can see how places like London, Manchester and Liverpool in England outgrew themselves and merged with towns and villages around them to form conurbations of a few million people. Now cities like Hong Kong, Shenzhen and Guangzhou in China are linked by urban corridors and are home to 120m people. Look ahead a bit and you may see Rio de Janeiro and São Paulo in Brazil, Delhi and Mumbai in India, and even the 77 separate major cities which now stretch from Beijing to Tokyo via Pyongyang and Seoul, all linked together.<br />Outwardly, the development of these megaregions makes economic and environmental sense. They cover just a fraction of the habitable surface of the earth but are home to nearly 20% of the world’s population. They account for 66% of all economic activity and about 85% of technological and scientific innovation. The top 25 account for more than half of the world’s wealth, and the five largest cities in India and China now account for 50% of those countries’ wealth. They lead development and provide work for the masses, and the money earned in them is sent back and supports the country areas. Cities, in short, are the cradles of culture and wealth and will allow earth to accommodate a further three billion people.<br />This view is backed by writers like British academic and author Owen Hatherley: “Supercities have always horrified environmentalists but they shouldn’t. With their relatively short distances easily served by public transport, they are in fact greener than the countryside; a recent academic report estimated that cities produce less than two-fifths of greenhouse gas emissions. What is worrying about the ‘endless city’ is that it may lack the public spaces and networks that make urban life superior. The cities of hypercapitalism, with their gated communities, ‘urban villages’, pseudo country villas and private transport, are malevolent because they try to simulate the countryside. The megalopolis need not be the cause for handwringing.”<br />But the reality is that the world’s megacities are becoming sprawling megaslums, with city authorities unable to keep up with their growth and increasing inequality. The same UN report found that 827 million people – nearly one in six people alive – now live in crowded, substandard housing often without safe drinking water and sanitation. The number is set to grow, especially in Africa, where nearly two-thirds of the world’s slum-dwellers live.<br />Besides, cities do not stop at their borders, says cultural anthropologist and Middlesex University urban studies professor Herbie Girardet, who calls for a complete redesign of how cities work. “Urban living depends on enormous resource consumption. Urban citizens use four times the energy that rural dwellers consume. The characteristic of a truly sustainable city is, first and foremost, that it powers itself entirely by means of renewable energy systems. In nature, waste materials are absorbed beneficially back into the local environment as nutrients. Cities don’t do that. They work by way of taking resources from one place and dumping them somewhere else causing damage to nature. We need to turn this linear process into a circular process instead.”<br />But what will it be like to live in the endless city? The answer, says British environmentalist Jonathon Porritt, depends not on the size but what on what kind of cities we build. In Europe you can travel across heavily urbanized areas without even being aware that you are in a megalopolis. A long history of parks, open space, civic responsibility and good public transport has not divorced people from the natural world. “Sustainability can certainly be achieved in urban areas. Cities actually have some distinct advantages [over rural areas] when it comes to energy use and transport,” says Porritt.<br />But life in the endless city would be psychologically intolerable without contact with nature, he says. The vast city disconnected from the natural world and impossible to leave becomes a vast prison with potentially terrible consequences for both human society and the planet itself.<br />“The key is the degree to which the cities of the future allow people to live high quality lives. Without access to green space sustainability is impossible. Life must include a connection to the natural environment,” he says.<br /><br />–John Vidal is the Guardian’s environment editor.</span><br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbWdygfZ3GP7SneeYaIAcrLiQ9EN5EXuM2k-4Z953S_vqSZI4uM7rCqy2qYnHw4kWvj1yzEqJFu8C9pKO0ykqxpC5aEO3ogaactprQoS98wF5OFdrdmFK92EcuEZcJsoxREfDkzutCxZA/s1600/90_endcity_splash.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbWdygfZ3GP7SneeYaIAcrLiQ9EN5EXuM2k-4Z953S_vqSZI4uM7rCqy2qYnHw4kWvj1yzEqJFu8C9pKO0ykqxpC5aEO3ogaactprQoS98wF5OFdrdmFK92EcuEZcJsoxREfDkzutCxZA/s400/90_endcity_splash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521421059725757458" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-74806594166596955502010-09-16T21:58:00.000-07:002010-09-17T00:15:23.690-07:00Fiumi / Rivers 1.1Il fiume è stato per secoli e continua ad essere in molte parti del mondo una vera e propria strada, a volte l'unica conosciuta. Ci sono posti al mondo in cui la natura impenetrabile non permette all'uomo di arrivare in nessun luogo, il fiume è lunica risposta. O meglio era, questi posti ora sono devastati in mille altri modi, ma parleremo di questo in un altro momento. <br />Se penso al posto da cui provengo, il fiume anche se non grande è molto veloce, perchè torrente di montagna. Viene usato per il lavoro, per trasportare il legname dall'alto della montagna fino alla segheria a valle, quest'ultima sorgeva al bordo del fiume stesso per facilitare il tutto. Villaggi e città, se può, crescono e si sviluppano sull'acqua dolce di fiumi e laghi, perchè si sa siamo fatti per il 90% d'acqua e ne abbiamo bisogno ogni giorno. La vita sociale in alcuni paesi si basa sullo stare a contatto con l'acqua, vedono nell'acqua qualcosa di sacro.<br />La verità è che come per molte cose non ci prendiamo abbastanza cura di questo elemento così importante. A qualsiasi altitudine ci si trovi l'acqua è sporca, con immondizia e dimenticanze umane. Le conseguenze sono ovvie: la fauna e la flora scompaiono o diminuiscono ammalandosi, e noi beh noi beviamo quell'acqua, ci laviamo, puliamo i nostri vestiti e i nostri cani. <br />Vorrei dedicare questo primo articolo sui fiumi ad una mostra dell Museum Contemporary Art di Sydney, mostra dedicata all'equilibrio delicato della natura scompare piano piano, ma inesorabile. Alcuni artisti fotografando e dipingendo documentano.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Rivers have always been, and still are in some places in the world a real street that people use to move from a place into another, or to work, to eat, to live with. There are places where nature is impenetrable, it doesn't permit to human beings to go inside, rivers are the only answer. It would be better say that it was the only answer, becuse now these amazing places are devastated in so many different ways, but we will have time to speak about it.<br />If a think about where a come from, montain rivers are not really big but fast, they are used for work to transport timber cutting down to the valley to the sawmill which usually is close to the river as well. Villages and cities in the past originated near a a fresh water source, and this is because e are made for 90% of water and we can't live without it. In some areas water became somenthing sacred, and they base their social life on water.<br />But the truth is that as for many other things, we don't take care enough of this important element. To any altitude, water is dirty of waste and human omissions. Consequences are unmistakable: animals and plants die or they became less and less and sick. And us? well, we go on drinking that water, washing ourselves and our pets and clothes.<br />I would like to dedicate this first article about water and rivers to an exbition in the Museum of contemporary art of Sydney. These artists, through photogrphy and art, try to speak about the delicate balance of nature (in this case about Australia) that we are destroying.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGEJyMDq8YSnyCpmBvHlV6r52S9Pl27ZY0QZXJkZiHqZmiCI3cxeUUrv223KGsXCYMpx5Dm8b51AV0VHJ0aBV3ExxrKd6khjKIH7FqtNu-4N2IYIZ6CfRljjmAciBisKPPnU_U4RhQIM/s1600/challenged_landscape.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGEJyMDq8YSnyCpmBvHlV6r52S9Pl27ZY0QZXJkZiHqZmiCI3cxeUUrv223KGsXCYMpx5Dm8b51AV0VHJ0aBV3ExxrKd6khjKIH7FqtNu-4N2IYIZ6CfRljjmAciBisKPPnU_U4RhQIM/s400/challenged_landscape.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517774541030705378" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKzqeVLykioFgQaUDUXgvEvwfMGAvTuTOJs9NsR18VeBW3GTaQHna4GOOIxnmP2oxfEr0I82UOVAACkr3_uw7TKYDoijZjghn0VxE21EGO1eygn4p0UuQ7A47IeujYE_ZcoVIKDLhp3K4/s1600/icon_bonita_ely.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKzqeVLykioFgQaUDUXgvEvwfMGAvTuTOJs9NsR18VeBW3GTaQHna4GOOIxnmP2oxfEr0I82UOVAACkr3_uw7TKYDoijZjghn0VxE21EGO1eygn4p0UuQ7A47IeujYE_ZcoVIKDLhp3K4/s400/icon_bonita_ely.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517774667166332866" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFro5bSaCrmwnEhA2GMdHB07u4uIbWB0coAYq1YJeO-WkLSf42YAUeJq2nO0Ef8f4E5zx8yiiOg6DclrKcX89Ciy_kB9WHfrEQ6WDo_KlWbcLfuf-XONkkhTAXjVZ31nV7ohB5gsldi3w/s1600/barmah9bedcls2email.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFro5bSaCrmwnEhA2GMdHB07u4uIbWB0coAYq1YJeO-WkLSf42YAUeJq2nO0Ef8f4E5zx8yiiOg6DclrKcX89Ciy_kB9WHfrEQ6WDo_KlWbcLfuf-XONkkhTAXjVZ31nV7ohB5gsldi3w/s400/barmah9bedcls2email.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517774774488621730" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.bonitaely.com/site/">Bonita Eli</a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"These photographs of the Murray River and its environs were taken in January, 2009. The project began in 1977, when I documented the Murray River’s edge and its changing landscape." <br />"Thirty years on, after years of severe drought, the Murray River is beset with blue green algae, turbidity, acid sulphate contamination, salination, torpidity, dried up lakes and red river gum die back. In South Australia it is barely flowing. Lake Alexandrina, the river’s estuary, is a massive dust bowl dispersed with shallow pools of acid sulphate water. More than a metre below sea level, salt water inundation from the Coorong and Southern Ocean is held back by barrages."</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglhRvbF1GWhKjUgd1kigzAaWLJI2jacWKztRz7e5toS6aXtvsCEOEehW-PYiZddknwyqbwNvkIYGnRR4NjdEiP_orQOjFx1JFHmtDD0rV8GwxUFqdFVe9WtouiEPbczA_cn6lSqamJcio/s1600/DrownedNo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglhRvbF1GWhKjUgd1kigzAaWLJI2jacWKztRz7e5toS6aXtvsCEOEehW-PYiZddknwyqbwNvkIYGnRR4NjdEiP_orQOjFx1JFHmtDD0rV8GwxUFqdFVe9WtouiEPbczA_cn6lSqamJcio/s400/DrownedNo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517775848341250930" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxy2uppkiCZUwuN4uI5gN7HJBa5TLO1YB8g6D9bUhz0AITO3YGemREuJa91YILE3WpILQRp_h0dduZZXfMxE_5KwAY9i6RZvo2WaaIfdvR4X1JVdU-BnInPsen-tpSjSxmbanasaytpQ0/s1600/tasmania,0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxy2uppkiCZUwuN4uI5gN7HJBa5TLO1YB8g6D9bUhz0AITO3YGemREuJa91YILE3WpILQRp_h0dduZZXfMxE_5KwAY9i6RZvo2WaaIfdvR4X1JVdU-BnInPsen-tpSjSxmbanasaytpQ0/s400/tasmania,0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517775999259493234" /></a><br /><br />Tasmanian rivers<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBYWb6V14UlqicEPjdt1Aq_JI4xBmXnFg1_4joBo5JJNRKlDJEVPGL6IgAgBHS-bsMppcSqsfnQvcSQBTn8ACmwBcgk4tenQdTpgsHohJ5mP-gmFc5DGSvYvI603UlAi80eZkqwH_4524/s1600/cod_0061_WebMax.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBYWb6V14UlqicEPjdt1Aq_JI4xBmXnFg1_4joBo5JJNRKlDJEVPGL6IgAgBHS-bsMppcSqsfnQvcSQBTn8ACmwBcgk4tenQdTpgsHohJ5mP-gmFc5DGSvYvI603UlAi80eZkqwH_4524/s400/cod_0061_WebMax.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517776680916377250" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcoqLJ4hTBcH3je1qr2JdFAv-Q8jKhV4DfEi1zqugAY9NTPxxvaeXTg2ETuqUaxQbI8MSejBwp2C3FUs2kp8eomymwMsxBcmNzIoX0XNGR9vahiSOuFzaGK6xrEUvrsS83QLptIdEUFg0/s1600/ngatyi+embracing+plesiosaur+copy_WebMax.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcoqLJ4hTBcH3je1qr2JdFAv-Q8jKhV4DfEi1zqugAY9NTPxxvaeXTg2ETuqUaxQbI8MSejBwp2C3FUs2kp8eomymwMsxBcmNzIoX0XNGR9vahiSOuFzaGK6xrEUvrsS83QLptIdEUFg0/s400/ngatyi+embracing+plesiosaur+copy_WebMax.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517776810128024834" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixHqS8H5aEs4BvtjxCC1zSUIGesRWjV9Ij8wU2_2cIbhcampNoFmGPlO6ObLkLUVc_sCAu6wO6YMvQr_olLfR91SrADp_c7e0vawbX118PaLABkKD0U3maz8ZL29dJVdqisRPg8Dmj-EA/s1600/no+more+catfish_0063_WebMax.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixHqS8H5aEs4BvtjxCC1zSUIGesRWjV9Ij8wU2_2cIbhcampNoFmGPlO6ObLkLUVc_sCAu6wO6YMvQr_olLfR91SrADp_c7e0vawbX118PaLABkKD0U3maz8ZL29dJVdqisRPg8Dmj-EA/s400/no+more+catfish_0063_WebMax.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517777231491722034" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.cv.vic.gov.au/stories/badger-bates/">Badger Bates</a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Badger Bates (William Brian Bates) was raised by his extended family and his grandmother Granny Moysey, with whom he travelled the country, learning about the language, history and culture of the Paakantji people of the Darling River, or Paaka."</span>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-13592411537560009362010-09-11T07:00:00.000-07:002010-09-11T07:57:10.845-07:00il sogno 2/ dreams 2Interpretare i sogni è sempre difficile, sopprattutto se a farlo non sono più soltanto parole ma delle immagini. Innumerevoli sono film video e quant'altro che esplorano i meandri della nostra mente, la cosa strana è che ogni volta si rimane affascinati, dalle immagini, dalle musiche dalle persone e dai loro vestiti da tutto ciò che popola la testa di chiunque ne scriva, ne disegni o lo diriga. Qualche esempio arriva da quei film classici per eccellenza, meravigliosi come 8 e 1/2 di Fellini, il racconto quasi assurdo di un regista e del suo nuovo film che non vuole nascere per una perdita di fiducia in se stesso. Continui sogni dei genitori che si raccomandano continuamente per il loro figliolo per la sua vita e la sua felicità. Ma in realtà tutto il film è costruito come un grande sogno di ricerca di se stesso.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Interpretation of dreams it always quite an hard job, and could became even harder if you have to use images instead of just words. Lots are movies and videos that try to explore all our mind's ways and it's amazing see how fascinating could be images music and people that is inside who write, draw or direct.<br />Some example are those classic movies like Fellini's 8 and 1/2: an absurd story about a director and his new movie that doesn't want to born because he doesn't believe in himself anymore. He dreams his dead parents that want his best and his happiness and they are quite unapproachable. The entire movie is a big long dream where he tries to find himself. </span><br /><br /><object width="640" height="505"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0g8GaF4T7iw?fs=1&hl=it_IT"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0g8GaF4T7iw?fs=1&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"></embed></object><br /><br />Il tema viene rispreso da molti altri, ma più che se stessi ricercano la strada del proprio popolo e della propria terra. E' questo il caso di Emir Kusturica, che racconta il suo popolo e le sue speranze illusioni e strorie attraverso personaggi e paesaggi quasi irreali.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">This theme is a good one, if i think about it, we always try to dream what we don't know, to understand it. Kusturica narrate his people's history and hopes, and he does it with irreal and exagerate caracters, in strange places.</span><br /><br /><object width="640" height="505"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rPL3VAtsrHM?fs=1&hl=it_IT"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rPL3VAtsrHM?fs=1&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"></embed></object><br /><br />Pensare alle storie che ci raccontavano da bambini per farci addormentare o solo spaventare e stare buoni buoni, quelli erano quasi sogni ad occhi aperti per noi. I bambini poi non riescono a separare il sogno dalla realtà, e chi lo sa cosa è veramnete questa realtà? Qualcosa per qui ci proccupiamo continuamente, che vada tutto bene, di proteggere chi amiamo e di non perderli, di camminare sulla nostra strada e incrociarne ogni giorno di altre. Ecco The fall di Tarsem Singh.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">If you think carefully, all that stories that adults use to tell children to keep them quite or to give them the good night, are little dreams that them, the adults inveted. Children cannot separate invention from reality, and they are afraid of what they could find inside the wardrobe. But what is actually this Reality? It's something that about what we alwys wondering. We want to protect who we love, to don't lose them. This is The fall of Tarsem Sigh.</span><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T8H3gXg2Gng?fs=1&hl=it_IT"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T8H3gXg2Gng?fs=1&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Credo che sia un bel mondo in cui rifugiarsi ogni tanto, quello della nostra mente. Può portarti ovunque. L'importante è sapere dove trovare l'uscita. Qui troviamo Inception e i suoi mondi, di Christopher Nolan, già famoso per film come Memento. Oppure Coraline tratto dal romanzo di Neil Gaiman.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The world of dreams is a good one where to hide sometimes, our mind. It could bring you everywhere. You just have to know where is the wayout to don't lose youself. Inception born from this quantity of worlds, a movie of Christopher Nolan. And also Coraline, form the novel of Neil Gaiman.</span>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-79696199595886478322010-09-08T21:22:00.000-07:002010-09-08T21:57:04.121-07:00people of the streetLa strada è luogo di tutti, come si è già accennato sono casa e albergo di tutta la gente che ci transita sopra ad ogni ora e stagione. di qualcuno però diventa la vera ed unica casa. Queste perone che si può arrivare a disprezzare per il loro modo di vivere fuori dalle linee, lasciata al caso e alla giornata, fanno della strada tutta la loro vita. La fotografia si sa, cerca di mettere ordine al cas del mondo, scegliendone piccole parti, <a href="http://www.pierreolivierdeschamps.com/POD/Home.html">Pierre-Olivier Deshamps</a> a Parigi ha trovato segni di questa soppravvivenza fatta di pochi oggetti e tanto spazio.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Streets, As we've already said, are a place that belogns to everyone, they are home and hotel, every time and every season. But for somebody they could be home, the only one this people can have and know. These persons that normal people could despise for their way to live, just thinking day per day, with no plans no future, transform streets in their place and life.<br />Photography always try to put order in the world and his chaos, chosing some parts and images of it; <a href="http://www.pierreolivierdeschamps.com/POD/Home.html">Pierre-Olivier Deshamps</a> in Paris found traces of this surviving, made up with few objects and big spaces.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMGrUHO-iV021ZoQyhRAXsTgan7-kqwc0jfIOErfkFdyakPHcFm0goJeOBF2USBHg8LJH6rhKm-nYXvXcjH9skkHKRYEJw3QZZ6Oh85fV_XKl-bV5haodLk2kVUsraHBuCsreWKOAz39U/s1600/Pierre+Olivier+Deschamps+residence+8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMGrUHO-iV021ZoQyhRAXsTgan7-kqwc0jfIOErfkFdyakPHcFm0goJeOBF2USBHg8LJH6rhKm-nYXvXcjH9skkHKRYEJw3QZZ6Oh85fV_XKl-bV5haodLk2kVUsraHBuCsreWKOAz39U/s400/Pierre+Olivier+Deschamps+residence+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514772466253247730" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQNBqiU6-Nnuew9RzZu2JKgR4vTx-rHFeTokEUUVulXLDNRa-wePEEPsPMpKfrsN4W_-w4HXLt9gAzJP32K-_qzBTVh0EcOD-ciAfCl6y8zBXdAyIOXH96ajt3DSV6MZIUErGPXEC50BU/s1600/Pierre+Olivier+Deschamps+residence+14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQNBqiU6-Nnuew9RzZu2JKgR4vTx-rHFeTokEUUVulXLDNRa-wePEEPsPMpKfrsN4W_-w4HXLt9gAzJP32K-_qzBTVh0EcOD-ciAfCl6y8zBXdAyIOXH96ajt3DSV6MZIUErGPXEC50BU/s400/Pierre+Olivier+Deschamps+residence+14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514772616083709666" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcPGwq0DzOoH8JGSJ4rhQr3D1YYLljiC2u7mXmUXe5icDKKSCwv-3uVhfSn_6Uk88ZVCydsTO_ZnfobGr2xT_8bdjGDuShX5zELNbf6MrwMKA510GMf0UrbhTsmHRJPONU4F16S4Knm4M/s1600/Pierre+Olivier+Deschamps+residence+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcPGwq0DzOoH8JGSJ4rhQr3D1YYLljiC2u7mXmUXe5icDKKSCwv-3uVhfSn_6Uk88ZVCydsTO_ZnfobGr2xT_8bdjGDuShX5zELNbf6MrwMKA510GMf0UrbhTsmHRJPONU4F16S4Knm4M/s400/Pierre+Olivier+Deschamps+residence+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514772758958250018" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTC01uDSlyuwuEPGKs52h7fIsJ6gxNRNrzNjyZLnrDAbW2_nB0V29HqgByL9UU7RGR3pytcFbJoQP4i8mwAazuomCDWhLzy0me1yGUy29mUKxBv_sXMKK2bATsrmSkzA4I7kD_RrGHa2s/s1600/Pierre+Olivier+Deschamps+residence+5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTC01uDSlyuwuEPGKs52h7fIsJ6gxNRNrzNjyZLnrDAbW2_nB0V29HqgByL9UU7RGR3pytcFbJoQP4i8mwAazuomCDWhLzy0me1yGUy29mUKxBv_sXMKK2bATsrmSkzA4I7kD_RrGHa2s/s400/Pierre+Olivier+Deschamps+residence+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514772932924710642" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1gGqXn_nHSDFGxIlG35-_lzjmL0Kt1FK3HMMw2qfw01pCD44pJOI8fq6kmriaaIUuh0NveePrC0cMMK_RR3FvmPv9PGINhXIraHLzy0Ca_VYnBWn5sq4evL1PGLboTsygtXK2HfcGhc4/s1600/Pierre+Olivier+Deschamps+residence+6bis.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1gGqXn_nHSDFGxIlG35-_lzjmL0Kt1FK3HMMw2qfw01pCD44pJOI8fq6kmriaaIUuh0NveePrC0cMMK_RR3FvmPv9PGINhXIraHLzy0Ca_VYnBWn5sq4evL1PGLboTsygtXK2HfcGhc4/s400/Pierre+Olivier+Deschamps+residence+6bis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514773236243903154" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-79645982948796793332010-09-01T23:05:00.000-07:002010-09-01T23:28:08.063-07:00Un'artista Australiana / An aussie artistPoche settimane sono andata a vedere un piccola galleria nel qualrtiere di Waterloo a Sydney nella settimana dedicata al design. All'interno, questa galleria si suddivideva in altre gallerie ognuna dedicata ad un diverso artista. Una di questi era <a href="http://www.franceskeevilart.com.au/Melissa_Selby_Brown.htm">Melissa Selby Brown</a>, australiana nata nello stato di Victoria e riconosciuta da vari premi.<br />Strano è che essa dipinge luoghi che ha visitato in Italia e in Francia, in partcolare Parigi.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Few week ago i've been to an exbition in a somall gallery in Waterloo, a neighbourhood in Sydney, during the design week. The gallery inside has got others small spaces each one dedicated to an artist. <a href="http://www.franceskeevilart.com.au/Melissa_Selby_Brown.htm">Melissa Selby Brown</a> was one of them; she is australian, she is born in Victoria e she won some price for her art.<br />A particular about her is that she paint places that she visited in Italy and France, like these work about Paris.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLSjG_0Fe-yUC4S0kuXgQ8frRLShyphenhyphenBydWzfJUolvUJv9nKQ3STBD2P0tehv7TQaLF7wJMfrK3L1ij8wyE4b-mXgMnQ4giNv2D_6BBDj6QN2tw2yzULuxuabbGhX_Z2sV9QserNWx8sWQ/s1600/Melissa+Selby-Brown+-+GrocerystMbas+60x180cm+(Large).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLSjG_0Fe-yUC4S0kuXgQ8frRLShyphenhyphenBydWzfJUolvUJv9nKQ3STBD2P0tehv7TQaLF7wJMfrK3L1ij8wyE4b-mXgMnQ4giNv2D_6BBDj6QN2tw2yzULuxuabbGhX_Z2sV9QserNWx8sWQ/s400/Melissa+Selby-Brown+-+GrocerystMbas+60x180cm+(Large).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512197622127368306" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmF03bk5i9ciJai93cqc06JNH28Vt81bh8IqEYNNe7WgzuEt45ytk66CxUntmTTB4VSjWNxryFpYw4oenbcbi1wptSGpY0I-ZvbKfdlYa3GpRHNe6J1AscF3WPcPm5zLPdZXPc7RL3-ls/s1600/Melissa+Selby-Brown+-+Fabric+Shops+Mont+Martre+60x60+(Medium).jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg76gm8MAIC1xekA9783wRcksavxTcAprP-Tbt_ag5Dvv9fRTTX-TyCiRZAlpgRk8ODu6rgDy0dygwZdOC86MorlFGGBpFaIAtHe96IhYw3gKuEs5HwH_GPGAuaGPjhjNzbZGB6xdJ4w4k/s400/Melissa+Selby-Brown-+Umbrellas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512198397281006498" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3g1GeAd18KVLTNk2Spoa7UJo0cOyOLk-mgod8-FTHkH84ixFvJNOj6PDPIZCtXTmbOfPgqvvPIs8CtS7ai1LsU9EuUUUIWQPUpymWIv5VUFRuXziS3DEa2GKjAPPni183FPkH-WOgp1M/s1600/Melissa+Selby-Brown+-+Marche+Convention+60x60+(Medium).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3g1GeAd18KVLTNk2Spoa7UJo0cOyOLk-mgod8-FTHkH84ixFvJNOj6PDPIZCtXTmbOfPgqvvPIs8CtS7ai1LsU9EuUUUIWQPUpymWIv5VUFRuXziS3DEa2GKjAPPni183FPkH-WOgp1M/s400/Melissa+Selby-Brown+-+Marche+Convention+60x60+(Medium).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512198590894223298" /></a>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-62783393284188113972010-08-26T02:49:00.000-07:002010-08-30T22:02:01.230-07:00un palcoscenico / a stage, di guerra/ of war<object width="640" height="505"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wEEfgX67S8g?fs=1&hl=it_IT"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wEEfgX67S8g?fs=1&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"></embed></object><br />film "La haine", scena iniziale<br />from the movie "la haine": hate.<br /><br /><br />La strada è il luogo di tutti, appartiene a qualunque persona ci cammini e ospita quindi, tutte le idee e i pensieri che con loro arrivano e passano. Per questo motivo è stato scelto, ed è tuttora scelto come teatro di manifestazioni, feste, celebrazioni, e guerre.<br />L'idea di guerra un tempo era infatti pensata lontana dalle strade e dalla gente comune, era cosa per pochi, in genere uomini. Sulla strada al tempo scorrevano parate militari e cortei, venivano appese bandiere di nazioni o ideologie. La guerra c'era ma non si vedeva. Oggi qualunque uomo donna o bambino è soldato e ideologia di se stesso. Si scende in strada e si dice la propria oppinione, e si combatte.<br />Molti forografi ogni giorno di ogni guerra provano a raccontare questo capovolgimento, dove la strada diventa un teatro di morte e di odio, dove a volte invece di passare con la propria idea, ci si ferma per sempre, morti, in un punto qualsiasi. Teatro di spostamenti ed emigrazioni di interi popoli a cui non è permesso di stare nella propria casa.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Streets belong to everybody who walk or pass over them, and they give hospitality to ideas and thoughts of all those people. For this reason it's been chosen, and it's now, as a theatre of manifestations, celebrations, parties, and wars.<br />A long time ago the idea of war was far from normal people's life, from cities streets and buildings, it was something that involved few people, generally men. There was a war but you cannot see it in the real sense. Today every man woman and child is a soldier and they represent their own ideas. People just go down in to the streets with their oppinions, and it's a fight.<br />Every day of every war lots of photographers try to capture this movement or transition, where streets have become a theatre of death and hate. Where sometimes insted of just passing over with an idea, you can be stopped forever, dead somewhere. A theatre of migrations of whole nations that can't stay anymore in their own home.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfTgyjLx1bLeY9wFZlweGHcBFktRMqPOpQCp_Tc5cSMNUcxZMrUqZ5EPwtfxQmMdTWNIvHd9ZHWuueZ0ieVskVXxGVkl_ZwbVtEqn9sjiHX_CD4AaboT6PAusUK4drGMKbotwq_YHehkA/s1600/539w.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfTgyjLx1bLeY9wFZlweGHcBFktRMqPOpQCp_Tc5cSMNUcxZMrUqZ5EPwtfxQmMdTWNIvHd9ZHWuueZ0ieVskVXxGVkl_ZwbVtEqn9sjiHX_CD4AaboT6PAusUK4drGMKbotwq_YHehkA/s400/539w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509987774124223762" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR9LagzO0zPJxYQ4iL6pfs5sFFqgtBA0m0Bs2upIrFLZovhPp3R2TIH7Qv1pvSpFRimZnzzYuOc6axC9mw_I_mFcqaHvyRAf_KIOY9e-u2wlRbcr6bdywfE8FAdYKQLz6x5CsA4afhHLg/s1600/mohamed-abed-palestinian-territories-attack-on-gaza-strip-january.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR9LagzO0zPJxYQ4iL6pfs5sFFqgtBA0m0Bs2upIrFLZovhPp3R2TIH7Qv1pvSpFRimZnzzYuOc6axC9mw_I_mFcqaHvyRAf_KIOY9e-u2wlRbcr6bdywfE8FAdYKQLz6x5CsA4afhHLg/s400/mohamed-abed-palestinian-territories-attack-on-gaza-strip-january.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509987987656947666" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_rdylEEl_PqCznvEBZoa_IqKeCLKpz9HwKAzuoUjm8slyZ1IUKwBaDjZi_qNWVAitMN15dOLmJwmoboxfYG7SAdC6LMtVNrEOGwzqTMGa1eMVPI07qPmPTNTvlZ9aSWVvo93p29BE7zc/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_rdylEEl_PqCznvEBZoa_IqKeCLKpz9HwKAzuoUjm8slyZ1IUKwBaDjZi_qNWVAitMN15dOLmJwmoboxfYG7SAdC6LMtVNrEOGwzqTMGa1eMVPI07qPmPTNTvlZ9aSWVvo93p29BE7zc/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509988121171205234" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWY1W9z45BIkqe3vYxzQ8Q8QKudmO_sAdp2Cj2cf5akloc56tTeGZ5w5LercBBvUtnZM8XWc30aegHflPwOc5dpriTVbkrGZdGyiacweH15n8zp-35HWA57qPT_b8zHHkj0TPg19lfpgA/s1600/gz0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWY1W9z45BIkqe3vYxzQ8Q8QKudmO_sAdp2Cj2cf5akloc56tTeGZ5w5LercBBvUtnZM8XWc30aegHflPwOc5dpriTVbkrGZdGyiacweH15n8zp-35HWA57qPT_b8zHHkj0TPg19lfpgA/s400/gz0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509988268554655090" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.worldpressphoto.org/index.php?option=com_contact&task=view&contact_id=711&type=gallery&Itemid=257">Mohamed Abed </a> Palestinian territories<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiABnXz0BBBALswM7uMKJywcTr8UuYUMK3Ins5pm4nGWGnIxLYm7piF1txX5n4l2VFQGwyIr5B8VINCyOTgdwVzuId6cbRn3Nr2k6BsRyCUAXCk3VuwXu0Ow_anRzdtWrWsM1-2BgjahqI/s1600/gaza_egypt_11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiABnXz0BBBALswM7uMKJywcTr8UuYUMK3Ins5pm4nGWGnIxLYm7piF1txX5n4l2VFQGwyIr5B8VINCyOTgdwVzuId6cbRn3Nr2k6BsRyCUAXCk3VuwXu0Ow_anRzdtWrWsM1-2BgjahqI/s400/gaza_egypt_11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511428557024717842" /></a><br /><a href="http://thetravelphotographer.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-shot-goran-tomasevic.html">Goran Tomasevic</a> Afghanistan<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgXZl4GueGZqdQOzrX9dk5TeXYRumBIyOgQZ3WEuFEx63V4lN5WaOatRajJV-f06bN1ocVoZMlQITKssjd7PRBDEyNh4bk5Uj268iXfFSgG9zMLmjznPom_HRDsJFUmN4fqSgbHjoTNk/s1600/GoranTomasevicReuters8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgXZl4GueGZqdQOzrX9dk5TeXYRumBIyOgQZ3WEuFEx63V4lN5WaOatRajJV-f06bN1ocVoZMlQITKssjd7PRBDEyNh4bk5Uj268iXfFSgG9zMLmjznPom_HRDsJFUmN4fqSgbHjoTNk/s400/GoranTomasevicReuters8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511430065477927474" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://thetravelphotographer.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-shot-goran-tomasevic.html">Goran Tomasevic</a> Palestine<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIqIqZsd4S8PIAmLJWAOU-MxGX-ZQnE1_JxGV1qxh985zMMzoryot-oV-of-aZItpQluaGUshhdbXvPsOt54YUTrIFuEkrjUSD_tOblGgdaW-cbHV8GQJwwFWKChhtdN_0rzu4JKjG2I/s1600/Astrada-Madagascar_034.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIqIqZsd4S8PIAmLJWAOU-MxGX-ZQnE1_JxGV1qxh985zMMzoryot-oV-of-aZItpQluaGUshhdbXvPsOt54YUTrIFuEkrjUSD_tOblGgdaW-cbHV8GQJwwFWKChhtdN_0rzu4JKjG2I/s400/Astrada-Madagascar_034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511432002631424050" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHSdKHgzCtgUOwMDeZRd5gY-uUYUEgo19kIzZBmlvgBYR3OwXSKHLSsoQ3idJbVuae36yickN0erblPzCjSPlrKVROn2mpUL5dSg7FWb4gHXVAGtdvq0a4JVbc2kvHOQTNie3tQd3Avdg/s1600/IgnitionSuite_Image(10007).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHSdKHgzCtgUOwMDeZRd5gY-uUYUEgo19kIzZBmlvgBYR3OwXSKHLSsoQ3idJbVuae36yickN0erblPzCjSPlrKVROn2mpUL5dSg7FWb4gHXVAGtdvq0a4JVbc2kvHOQTNie3tQd3Avdg/s400/IgnitionSuite_Image(10007).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511432122973946130" /></a><br /><a href="www.walterastrada.com/index.php?id=17"><br />Walter Astrada</a> Madagascar<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo54arXNORYrLHO0ZyU64KYBQIuNGvRxwj4qr7iXD8MD2PikIFf7MoMHo8nbuz-oy5lPk7RFhyg8mrPMKt1rKHuiFQDAzuXXKOkLgogMu9zxtgp2SlcNBokQL42KO0kCUBzioF6F-qMv0/s1600/foto_217.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo54arXNORYrLHO0ZyU64KYBQIuNGvRxwj4qr7iXD8MD2PikIFf7MoMHo8nbuz-oy5lPk7RFhyg8mrPMKt1rKHuiFQDAzuXXKOkLgogMu9zxtgp2SlcNBokQL42KO0kCUBzioF6F-qMv0/s400/foto_217.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511433343671962210" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ry9E7Oa2kZjRl6DTWBJRhUlY8_nRBRm9knNDkfQnr0dFqSrhtV4_7m3I60ppvV6SxMb_OqF74iVceGaGfon13-WAcvKkVZYVYajCrcyESeP3CkVeccf-4AkQAKPi1fjhYiCLsVvDaU0/s1600/foto_221.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ry9E7Oa2kZjRl6DTWBJRhUlY8_nRBRm9knNDkfQnr0dFqSrhtV4_7m3I60ppvV6SxMb_OqF74iVceGaGfon13-WAcvKkVZYVYajCrcyESeP3CkVeccf-4AkQAKPi1fjhYiCLsVvDaU0/s400/foto_221.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511433533081437058" /></a><br /><a href="www.walterastrada.com/index.php?id=17"><br />Walter Astrada</a> Congo<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_b0tAzPsuPC6_ejD6dS88uJJtAHOtntIvFARxsBT2QN2YDQu6ghAmHZ685IFnQq8tUa5JGJsax6k_f4kJTb6V5SY1fumHBJmm0JTnaaa28MICOep0ko7Xm80YKN7pn6wbWp2DU9OkNnA/s1600/Adam-Ferguson-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_b0tAzPsuPC6_ejD6dS88uJJtAHOtntIvFARxsBT2QN2YDQu6ghAmHZ685IFnQq8tUa5JGJsax6k_f4kJTb6V5SY1fumHBJmm0JTnaaa28MICOep0ko7Xm80YKN7pn6wbWp2DU9OkNnA/s400/Adam-Ferguson-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511434437744947394" /></a><br /><a href="http://adamfergusonphoto.com/">Adam Ferguson</a> Kabul AfghanistanKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-74809308522257754472010-08-19T19:34:00.000-07:002010-08-19T22:12:03.200-07:00La mente: il sogno 1 / the mind: dreams 1La nostra mente è il più vasto itinerario di strade esistente. Ha il più vasto numero di collegamenti e trasporto di qualsiasi autostrada del pianeta. Qui parliamo di idee, informazioni e sogni.<br />Come non essere affascinati da tutto questo universo che ha deciso di nascondersi dentro la nostra testa? In molti lo sono e lo sono stati, ed è questo che ne fa uno degli argomenti su cui si è speso più tempo, inchiostro e senno.<br />Il primo arogomento sarà il sogno. Misterioso il sogno, si dice sia qualcosa che ci arriva quando dormiamo di riflesso dalla nostra realtà. Potrebbe essere un completamento di qualcosa che abbiamo lasciato da finire, oppure qualcosa di iniziare. La cosa straordinaria è che si può sognare anche a occhi aperti.<br />Questo capitolo è dedicato ad <a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haruki_Murakami#Opere">Murakami Haruki</a>, scrittore giapponese di fama internazionale, i suoi libri molte volte sono come lunghi sogni. Non sempre sono esattamente piacevoli, ma nemmeno degli incubi. L'impressione è di vedere noi stessi più in profondità, più criticamente. Non siamo sempre esseri giusti, nemmeno con chi ci sta più vicino, non comprendiamo o pretendiamo di non farlo, e molte volte, non siamo compresi. Per questo creiamo mondi, in cui fuggire o riparare, o forse imparare guardando dall'esterno quanti collegamenti si sono creati per noi dal momento della nostra nascita.<br />Due libri vorrei citare: "After dark" e "Dance Dance Dance", dove il sogno diventa parte della realtà, giorno e notte si susseguono naturalmente ma i personaggi sanno che non c'è solo questo. Perchè questo accada noi dobbiamo continuare a danzare. un passo dopo l'altro.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Our mind has got the most wide itineray of the world. It has got an every day large number of connections and ideas and informations transport. This is a very fascinating world which is just inside our head, inside us. So many people talked and still talk about it, spending their days, losing their mind around this complexity.<br />The first argoment would be about dreams, dreams and their mistery. Somebody says that they are somenthig that comes when we sleep, like our reality reflection, maybe somenthig that we have to finish or to start. Straordinary is that we can also have daydream.<br />This chapter is dedicated to <a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haruki_Murakami#Opere">Murakamy Haruki</a> an international japanese writer. His books tell stories which are like long dreams, not always good dreams but neither nightmares. The firs impression is to see ourselves more deeply, in a more critic way.<br />It's true that we not always are fair people, neither with who is closer to us. We can't understand or we pretend to not do it, and most of time we are not comprended either. This is why we create this worlds where we can go and escape or just stay for a while whatching everything from outside and maybe understand somenthing about ourselves, about all those connections that are there since we are born.<br />Two book i would like to talk about: "After dark" and "Dance dance dance", two stories where dream became part of reality, day and night follow each other but everyone there knows that is not all about it. We still have to dance.</span><br /><br />"The new day is almost here, but the old one is still draging itss heavy skirts. Just as ocean water and river water struggles againsteach other at a river mouth. The old time and the new time clash and blend. We don't know wich worldcontains our centre of gravity. Murakamy Haruki, <span style="font-style:italic;">After dark</span> "<br /><br /><object width="640" height="505"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/69CsHU95uKQ?fs=1&hl=it_IT"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/69CsHU95uKQ?fs=1&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"></embed></object><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2gg0XuwoG83dFGpXUaO_Fory9ozAmtiIcKCqWdAyTpO8OnL60dBP3fApepMAFKl4u3B52hs41Kw3lt-VMsL5FN4Ic2K5MXeEsMIkQtXpVYODNanQJWoffBLw7D9mDYzhMu8fLbNX1Wc/s1600/DORA_Progetto.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 397px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2gg0XuwoG83dFGpXUaO_Fory9ozAmtiIcKCqWdAyTpO8OnL60dBP3fApepMAFKl4u3B52hs41Kw3lt-VMsL5FN4Ic2K5MXeEsMIkQtXpVYODNanQJWoffBLw7D9mDYzhMu8fLbNX1Wc/s400/DORA_Progetto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507351176852627730" /></a><br /><br />Questo è un progetto sul sogno svolto da me e Lorenzo Fanton: noi siamo la realta che si rispecchia in frammenti di sogno.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">This is a my and Lorenzo Fanton project for a competiton about dream: we are reality that mirror itself in fragments of dreams</span>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8844585377478194410.post-19919732050213158682010-08-09T19:43:00.000-07:002010-08-10T06:07:17.337-07:00Antarctica<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjslvjqcA-H9AQbRsaCMNZo23Zaf9kZP10tVdo2v6BywoDMTjeEq6pRUyqiq16JNezcsODBfUDJ6_TmaxWLUiF2dWn87cERVvvlEjoxm7imcShWOeUkZVdql8KOG8UbDEWnOQIirushP_M/s1600/antarctica-map.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjslvjqcA-H9AQbRsaCMNZo23Zaf9kZP10tVdo2v6BywoDMTjeEq6pRUyqiq16JNezcsODBfUDJ6_TmaxWLUiF2dWn87cERVvvlEjoxm7imcShWOeUkZVdql8KOG8UbDEWnOQIirushP_M/s320/antarctica-map.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503617110344565874" /></a><br />Antarctica è un continente al piedi o alla testa del mondo, dipende dai punti di vista. Si dice tutto si abbia avuto origine da qui, dal ghiaccio. L'antartide è la madre di ogni continente e terra che noi conosciamo, situato nell'emisfero australe a sud del Circolo polare antartico e circondato dai mari antartici. Per convenzione il confine geografico è delimitato dalla cosiddetta convergenza antartica, la latitudine (circa 50° S) dove si inabissano le acque di superficie subtropicali. E' il luogo in cui terminano tutte le mappe e si incontrano tutte le rotte.<br />Il continente non è abitato da nessuna popolazione perennemente; ma nonostante ciò si contano, durante l'anno, tra le 1000 e le 5000 persone che risiedono nelle varie stazioni di ricerca sparse in tutto l'Antartide. Cosa spinge queste persone ad andare in posto come questo?<br />Werner Herzog nel so documentario "Encounters at the end of the world" ci parla di questo, di ciò che uomini e donne sognano e vivono in questa terra di ghiaccio.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Antarcticait's a continent at the bottom or at the top of the world. It could be feet or hat, depends on the point of view. Antarctica it's the mother of every country and land that we know; it's in the austral emisphere, south of the Antarctic Circle and surrounded by Southern Ocean. The geographical border is defined by the Antarctica convergence, latitude is 50° S, it's where all the maps end and where all the courses meet.<br />There are no permanent human residents, but anywhere from 1,000 to 5,000 people reside throughout the year at the research stations scattered across the continent. What push people to come here?<br />Werner Herzog in his documentary "Encounters at the end of the world" try to figure out what people dream and live and are looking for in this land of ice.</span><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/heHiQFElleo&hl=it_IT&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/heHiQFElleo&hl=it_IT&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Racconta di animali che sono cosi simili alle persone, che queste persone decidono di dedicargli la loro vita.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">he tell us about animals which are so similar to humans that people decide to dedicate them all their life. </span><br /><br /><object width="640" height="505"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x7kdDeGXUjI&hl=it_IT&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x7kdDeGXUjI&hl=it_IT&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"></embed></object><br /><br />Una terra fatta di silenzio, dove, camminando sul ghiaccio riesci a sentire un intero mondo vivere sotto i tuoi passi, e il ghiaccio muoversi e trasformarsi.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">A land of silence, where if you walk on the ice you can hear a whole world that lives under your feet, and ice changing and moving.</span><br /><br /><object width="640" height="505"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OlrcbKlW4Tw&hl=it_IT&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OlrcbKlW4Tw&hl=it_IT&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"></embed></object>Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09485846018450508827noreply@blogger.com0