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Once, I saw a documentary of a guy who used a kyte to take amazing aerial pictures. I still support non-engine tools, however this particular chopper should be my birthday gift.

DSC06173 - Copy“I traveled back in time to when I had time to travel”  (quote via hit the record)

I took this picture on the morning of  Pooram Festival, only day of the year where non-hindus were allowed to enter the temple, a 1000 year old temple. When I see old pictures or movies I always try to picture myself exactly in that moment, pushing my head to recreate everything in the past. In India, in Thrissur, you don’t need so much imagination. Officer’s weapons are bamboo sticks. Love it!

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“The Ballerina Project grew from the idea of New York City as a magnet for creativity; each photograph is a collaborative work of dance, fashion design and photography played out against the city’s landscape.”



Photography Menno Aden

A Roger Arquer design.

A Roger Arquer design

Dans la société actuelle 1+1 ne fait pas toujours 2, mais peut aussi rester 1+1. Ceci est un aspect très intéressant, car l’absence de synthèse peut permettre d’utiliser différemment l’espace ouvert entre thèse et antithèse. On interrompt un cycle fonctionnel, en laissant les choses comme elles sont, mais en abattant le sens, pour en trouver un autre. Andrea Branzi


So many projects stayed in my mind from the architecture of the world Triennale exhibit. I saw these original drawings and an introduction to Ettore Sottssas utopian concept of the contemporary city, Planet as a festival. It was an instant attraction, beautiful composition, crazy drawings, colors and Sottsass.

For me, it was a different and interesting approach of the Non-stop city. Here are some interesting parts of this wonderful intro:

Production problems no longer exist. A few movements alone are sufficient, and the machines make everything by themselves in eternally repeating cycles.

‘Consumer goods’ automatically pile up in distributing points spread over the planet with a super abundance of basic goods and foodstuffs scattered at random.

The explosive decentralization of consumer good has pulverized our cities, has eliminated them from the face of the earth. They have been consumed by the jungle, by the silk cotton trees, by the desert. There are no longer men going to work because men are not needed in factories, and neither are there any temples of productivity and income any longer, since there is no directive to work. I mean no kind of directive, since one works only when one feels like it, since there is the super-possibility of communication.

In this way we have all become artisans-artists, furnished with super-instruments for doing what we feel like by ourselves. We are also nomad artists, we are free from the factory, the bureau, the supermarket, the ban, to find out everything and allows us to let everyone know everything about us without any static centralized power, We are our own representatives.

We are at appoint in which there are no more powers, but wandering fluxes of will and public passions, which are generated in some way, like the molecular movements and settlements of gases and liquids, like the sky settling with clouds coming and going

I thought there was nothing let for me to design or architecture to draw, solitary, not group artist that I am, child of an era worried about the future (…). Maybe one day others will design temporary or permanent buildings to scatter like popcorn over the planet along the ancient migratory routes… conserving memories provoking smiles, boredom, and eroticism…

I design these projects as if they have designed by someone else, someone far removed from the trajectory of thought concerned with the city, since I considered that thought concerned with the city has, up to now, only projected, up to now, wherever it comes from and wherever it goes to, the insane, the sick, dangerous and aggressive idea that men must live only to work and must work to produce and the consume. (…)

I know from Nanda, when she came to understand with compassion that freedom can only com from the possible knowledge that each of us is living and that very slowly dying too.

More about this project here

If Milan would be defined in one word it would always be ‘discrete’. Milan is full of interesting and historic places, but most of them are hidden. Even people are quiet, they don’t show how crazy they really are.

Maybe the fact that Milano is so foggy is an accurate metaphor for the city’s personnality.

One of the jewels of Milan is my friend Gianni; he thinks its disappointing when people say Milano has no historic places. Most tourists come to Milan to do shopping… which is really sad because there is so much to see. It’s sad also because I don’t like shopping.

By now I could have written a book with all the things he has shown me. Last time he gave me a short tour of what he calls the city center’s secrets.

I will share the first Milanese secret. It’s situated exactly next to the beautiful church Santo Stefano in Brolo. Its name’s comes from the garden that used to be in front of the church, a ‘broletto’, which means small garden. Santo Stefano has an amazing story to tell as well, but this time I’m writing about what’s next to it.

We visited this peculiar church, called La Chiesa San Bernardino alle Ossa, built on an ancient cemetery. Even its façade is atypical because it looks like a classic building.

Piazza di Santo Stefano in Brolo

Piazza di Santo Stefano in Brolo

Facade of San Bernardino

Facade of San Bernardino

Even if I’m catholic and I come from a country full of weird religious traditions, I’m still shocked by this place because inside the church there is an ‘ossario’, a chapel decorated with human skulls and bones.

Apparently, in 1219 an architect decided it would be a good idea to decorate the whole chapel with skulls and bones from the cemetery. Gianni says all of them are martyrs, which is why people put their petitions inside the skulls.

Gianni explained every detail while I was overwhelmed with this view.






View of Duomo, from the piazza

View of Duomo, from the piazza


Progettare architettura vuole anche dire disegnare un posto dove, due amici seduti per terra si raccontano, adagio, le storie de la loro vita.

India 1993, Ettore Sottsass, Foto dal Finestrino.