Sunday, April 29, 2012

The kiss

As a friend of mine just commented: it's a stolen kiss. He's right. My last visit to Stockholm and the hotel room window on Pipersgatan made me feel a little like James Stewart in "Rear Window". I've had the chance to peep for a short time, for short moments, into others (unaware) lives. It felts like reading a good novel, after all. The funniest thing was that the samples I took were so few and scattered in time that I could interpolate any kind of story by myself. This is just the last of a series I'm about to publish. Consider it a small trailer.

Friday, April 27, 2012

Sitting in between

How hard it must be: being left alone in the middle of a speech, a program in progress. All at once your resources are estimated scarce, not enough or far from the upcoming fashion. So you soon get forgotten. No one knows whom you belong to, how and why you got there. Therefore, no one will ever pretend you again, the many ways you could still be helpful to them fall into oblivion, the program you were promised is lost or replanned.
The speech diverts and get far from you. So much that you can't anymore understand and everything gets blurred and indistinct. You must shout out loud to make yourself heard and wanted again.

My balcony

Two more samples.


Mentha Pulegium

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Stockholm Samples - II

A Noisy Room

A Quiet Room

Stockholm Overlays

The hotel room I've been given this time had nothing good and worth to be remembered. A shower falling apart, no space for my luggage and shoes, three only crutches in the narrowest wall cupboard ever seen, no special view from the window except the glass-panes of a bakery shop and a nice street lamp swinging all the time in front of my window.
Some good reasons for long walks out in the streets before going bed. I'll post a small series about the bakery later on. This one was taken laying on the bed: three nested views of Stockholm. Not bad.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Stockholm Samples - I

My Hotel Room Street Abat Jour

Waiting fro the Ego Queen to come outside

Friday, April 13, 2012

Different life-styles

Two snapshots taken in Milan on the same day with my crippling mobile cam.

Thursday, April 12, 2012


I'll be back in Kista next week, after a couple of years since I last visited Stockholm. I had already been there several times, in the years before but recently my job has led me somewhere else. I still remember as it was yesterday a rainy end of October in year 2008. In a couple of weeks 591 blog was planned to be opened and I had committed with Ulf to take some pictures about the ghost station of Kymlinge, few steps away from Kista. So I got out quickly during a lunch break and made my rush into the wood.

The result of my long walk was put down under form of a report and published on the very first day of 591 life. Later, I turned it into a PDF photobook, which has been reachable so far through one my website pages.

Now, as I've recently discovered that is possible to turn PDF into flippable on-line document, I've made a trial. How ... easy it is! Part of the result is given below: unfortunately only the first pages can be leafed from here. The whole book can be seen entering its Flipsnack page.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Conquering new lands

"Then came the churches then came the schools,
Then came the lawyers then came the rules,
Then came the trains and the trucks with their load,
And the dirty old track was the telegraph road."

Telegraph Road, Dire Straits

The railroad is moving out of the urban areas and swallowing thousands of acres of what once was soil good for corn and wheat fields. I can't understand if it's more the town that needs for new people to get into its maze or its citizens, who are longing to move out one day.

I took these pictures with my proudly-not-an-Apple mobile camera during a bike ride with my son, last January. I'll never be able to make a high resolution print. These are merely considered toy cam pics: matter just good for the web. Yet I do find they're the real challenge technology is offering us today. Not going around with full fledged workstations in our pockets but trying to squeeze the best out of these additional features of a device namely made for talking, that weren't thought for fine art pictures.