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posted by Antonio Carbone —
January 01, 2010
Plastic glasses, a few bottles of sparkling wine, several boxes of fireworks ripped. No trace of broken dishes. No one that, fallen by accident, it is just crumbled. At nine thirty in the morning around there is nobody yet...
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posted by Antonio Carbone —
February 21, 2010
It’s one of those afternoons when one leaves behind the door thoughtfully. Almost just because time has granted a bright spell. The same random is the path taken: Viale Castro Pretorio over Italy, Villa Borghese...
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posted by Antonio Carbone —
March 21, 2010
Now they are all tired, wrapped in the cloak of silver. They chase one another, they hug, sharing a joy that hardly who hasn’t participated at least a half marathon can understand. It is the people of the marathoners...
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posted by Federico Pace —
September 20, 2010
Nobody's stopped. All the cars went by and were caught in the green and higher up, where the streets have the names of movie stars. There were the houses, nestled in the slopes, legacy of an economy and a society that does no longer exist...
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posted by Matteo Sarlo —
October 20, 2010 —
Facing Van Gogh’s paintings, on exhibit at Vittoriano Museum in Rome since October 8, you understand how weaving the threads of a story or a painting, shaping an idea that can exist and persist, is not an aesthetic form but rather a form of resistance...
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posted by Antonio Carbone —
October 27, 2010 —
For reaching the San Camillo, I make a long detour. Metro B until the Eur and then the 780. At once after the bridge, I get off and I start walking for via della Magliana. The few people that I meet, are confused to the natural vegetation: grass of wall, humble wildflowers, nettles, reeds, ailanthus...
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posted by Federico Pace —
November 10, 2010 —
Tourists are entering the body of the Colosseum. Almost in multitudes. They are entering in the cavity while they've taking pictures of themselves using their small luminescent gadgets. A few days ago it, after forty years, the access to the third ring has been reopened...
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posted by Federico Pace —
December 01, 2010 —
In the spring of 2003, it happened to me to go to interview Mario Monicelli. The appointment with the director was in his house in Rione Monti. My small crew was composed just by three persons...
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posted by Antonio Carbone —
December 12, 2010
There are evenings in which you feel the need to make a report of the day, almost in anticipation of having to provide an alibi to whom, in the future, will ask you: "tell me exactly what you did the afternoon of...." It was just past the 4.30 p.m., when I went out from work, on the friday we do an hour less, and I started on the Tiber...
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posted by Federico Pace —
December 27, 2010
Must have been the bodies of Christ and the marble bishops, hoisted to the top of the Basilica of San Giovanni, to see the first patch of light emerging from the east. Yesterday, all those statues were in that their sailors posture...
A short walk along the edge of the new year, the practice abandoned, the urban decay and the cheeky faces on the wallsPlastic glasses, a few bottles of sparkling wine, several boxes of fireworks ripped. No trace of broken dishes. No one that, fallen by accident, it is just crumbled. At nine thirty in the morning around there is nobody yet...
The underground car park of Villa Borghese, the vanguard, the gelatinous substrate and the two ItalieIt’s one of those afternoons when one leaves behind the door thoughtfully. Almost just because time has granted a bright spell. The same random is the path taken: Viale Castro Pretorio over Italy, Villa Borghese...
The Rome’s marathon, the arrived to via dei fori imperiali, and the new urban ascetics's enduranceNow they are all tired, wrapped in the cloak of silver. They chase one another, they hug, sharing a joy that hardly who hasn’t participated at least a half marathon can understand. It is the people of the marathoners...
The grand Mosque of RomeNobody's stopped. All the cars went by and were caught in the green and higher up, where the streets have the names of movie stars. There were the houses, nestled in the slopes, legacy of an economy and a society that does no longer exist...
The Van Gogh Exhibition at Vittoriano Museum in RomeFacing Van Gogh’s paintings, on exhibit at Vittoriano Museum in Rome since October 8, you understand how weaving the threads of a story or a painting, shaping an idea that can exist and persist, is not an aesthetic form but rather a form of resistance...
The journey towards il San Camillo, la Magliana, and the first signs of awakening of Ennio CasaleFor reaching the San Camillo, I make a long detour. Metro B until the Eur and then the 780. At once after the bridge, I get off and I start walking for via della Magliana. The few people that I meet, are confused to the natural vegetation: grass of wall, humble wildflowers, nettles, reeds, ailanthus...
Visiting the Colosseum in RomeTourists are entering the body of the Colosseum. Almost in multitudes. They are entering in the cavity while they've taking pictures of themselves using their small luminescent gadgets. A few days ago it, after forty years, the access to the third ring has been reopened...
Mario Monicelli, the lost and found interviewIn the spring of 2003, it happened to me to go to interview Mario Monicelli. The appointment with the director was in his house in Rione Monti. My small crew was composed just by three persons...
The Casa della Memoria e della Storia in TrastevereThere are evenings in which you feel the need to make a report of the day, almost in anticipation of having to provide an alibi to whom, in the future, will ask you: "tell me exactly what you did the afternoon of...." It was just past the 4.30 p.m., when I went out from work, on the friday we do an hour less, and I started on the Tiber...
Winster solstice in RomeMust have been the bodies of Christ and the marble bishops, hoisted to the top of the Basilica of San Giovanni, to see the first patch of light emerging from the east. Yesterday, all those statues were in that their sailors posture...