This week I’m circling on the Milan orbit.
My headquarters until friday will be the newly opened and very white Cowo, a coworking space in the forever up and coming Lambrate area. Monday actually started exploring the neighbourhood and ended up with an introductory coffee for Alberto to the place.
Milan these days is bursting with the usual plethora of activities, events, gallery openings and performances that accompanies the Salone del Mobile. Usually the sensation at the end of the week is that you ran around for days, missing one shiny event after the other, and getting drunk in the process.
Tonight I’ve been very briefly at the Fabbrica del Vapore, an interesting, totally cool, ex industrial space now converted to creative studios, galleries and performance spaces. Conversation and the usual nice conversation with Vanz.
Among the many, I’m looking forward tomorrow to go and have a peek at Lago’s new space, and absolutely visit the Peter Greenaway installation at Palazzo Reale.
On Friday I’m looking forward to aggregate some Openspime and Arduino crowd, let there be dork.
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Finally managed to take a break from the City, jumped on an easyjet and safely landed this side of the Alps.
Spent the first day with the family, and the second essentially sleeping and “decompressing” (which means that I’ve been in constant touch with London but not taking any commitment): I just can’t take a sudden break, I know only too well.
While I was there, I took the chance to have a few walks around town to progressively get in touch with the old (most) and the new (very little).
I also took note of the different perceptions, main one being related to amplitude vs. definition: London is bigger, faster, louder than here; colours, sounds, smells… they travel fast and are all-encompassing, while at the same time blending and mixing in a multidimensional smoothie. And leaving gaps behind, gaps much wider than those you can find on the shores of river Po, for instance: there’s a discontinuous thread that connects the social, cultural and architectural fabric and if you look carefully enough you’ll be able to see the difference in texture.
In the modest perfection of the elders dressed up for their monday walk through the village.
In the forsaken ground floor windows of ex shops on the south of the Thames.
In the orange rusty spots of a worn out corkscrew laid on the counter of the loco winery, permeated by the smell of laugh and salt and the regular ticks of a large, round wall clock.
Even in the
crowd assembled outside of a pub, consuming the after work pint.
Then you can start speculating on what can cause or be caused by this different texture. Suit yourself.
Me? I’ll be walking through Milan tomorrow. I have an exhibition to see and a few friends to meet. If you want to have a drink or coffee together, drop me an email, tweet, pidgeon by tomorrow morning.
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