Two months have gone by since my last trip to London. On the desk, right beside me, “Virginia Woolf. Art, Life and Vision” is patiently waiting to be read. My photographs too, are patiently waiting after being chosen and organized.
So, on a gray and rainy Sunday at the end of November, the backwards journey in my beloved London starts. (altro…)
“Les beaux paysages ne se captent pas dans des boîtes, ils s’installent dans les sentiments.”
Jean Giono, La Chasse au Bonheur*
It’s dark outside, and a storm is brewing. From the window that I left ajar a crisp breeze is coming in, the first signs of the approaching autumn. But as soon as I think back to my trip to the French Riviera, and look at some photos, I find myself there again exploring those places. Beside my laptop there’s a book by Jean Giono, La Chasse au Bonheur, the quest for happiness, that accompanied my holidays. A collection of short articles and essays about the art of living, travelling, writing, and painting. (altro…)
I’ve been to Barcelona many times in the course of these last years, but it’s always a deep joy for me to go back now and then. And every time I go back there I feel like I’m home somehow.
Slowly, with time, I’ve got to know and live the city just like any other citizen there, getting familiar with its different rhythms, sounds, words, habits, cultures. I take the metro and don’t need a map, I walk around as if I were in Turin. With time, you realize that the differences almost disappear, because they’re part of you now. (altro…)