Michael

Ready

According to astrologyzone.com, friday was supposed to be the best day of my year. The explanation is all very scientific, of course, but it's due mostly to venus and uranus meeting in pisces and moving into my house of true love (probably the basement). I think mars factors in somewhere, too. It was raining for the most part, and there was a transportation strike. I skipped the gym, and aside from doing four lessons, failed in doing anything particularly productive. Thats it, then. ive peaked. I'm going to spend the next three-hundred-six days curled up next to a steady rotation of elliott smith albums, waiting for 2011. The "best day of the year” prediction sparked an interesting conversation with ronde that night. Hed wanted to celebrate finishing a big project for work, and I was ashamed at how id passed the best day of the year; so we drank tea and watched the san remo festival on Rai 1. His ideal day is remarkably similar to mine: wake up in bed beside someone nice, have a good coffee, unfiltered creation, spontaneity, art, fun, sex, and the sort of conversation that's as profound as it is easy, all while nicely-dressed. Its all fantasy, of course, in its own way. Anyway i went home. J. called me at ten-to-one after i was already in bed. Karaoke on the naviglio pavese. So i dressed, put in my contacts, and got a beer at the colonne on my way down to the canals. I met some guys from england and we sang ‘wonderwall’ after id finished my negroni. On saturday morning i woke up super early. I was hungover, and had my coffee, did some situps at the gym. Then S. sent me a message: ‘hai visto che bella!? poi se hai tempo possiamo andare al parco primo che andiamo alla mostra. tra un po’ esco di casa, ci troviamo in duomo verso le 12,15?’ I hope that you understand italian, because the answer to that is ‘yes, definitely.’ We went to a steve mccury exhibit and while i waited in line he got panzerotti from luini, next to prada. Then we people-watched at duomo (its fashion week), went back to my place, and downloaded the songs from last night. We had a beer and from the balcony we saw the sun set behind the alps, which of course led to third base before the metro closed at 12,05. and there it is. february 27th.
Aside from how you define ‘unfiltered creation’ and ‘sex,’ it seems like it was a pretty good day, much better than ‘the best day of my year.’ a hipster would cry lack of originality, but given my recent (wine-induced) conversations with the creative process, its all ive got. the thing is, though, is that its pretty much just a standard saturday, the only difference being that the sun finally came out and that i had a chance to wear my bowling shoes and sunglasses instead of boots and an umbrella. the moral of the story is that right now in this moment things are pretty good in general even on a sort of boring day. it takes perspective. theres only one element missing from achieving my ideal day on a regular basis: creative productivity. given the people i know, theres no excuse. various creatives in this house are busting my ass, and i appreciate it. i have a very important play to write, and a handful of willing people to give me advice. i have everything i need, except the ability to let go of my fear of making unabashed shit. dare to fail and all that. tomorrow will probably be another ideal day.

Alessia

Explosive

Born in the land of mozzarella, pizza and mandolins, when I was Five I chose my future.
It appeared in front of me with a toy, “gira la moda”, double present for a birthday.
Actually I already used to create dresses for me and my Barbies, using the most unexpected materials and I, enraptured, observed my grandmother with her sewing machine, helping her, stitching some dresses.
I helped her with the choice of the material and, even today, I think this is a very exciting phase of the production. Touching them, testing them and, why not, sniffing them.
Since then it came my strong decision of being a real manager in fashion (I have seen “Working Girl” too many times, dreaming to be like Sigourney Weaver but not the teasing of Melanie Griffith).
20 years later, here I am: for 3 years and a half I’ve had my own two brands LittleBlackDress and LBD Alessia Caliendo, I’m a real entrepreneur in fashion world, the main designer of the collection that I create, even with emergent designer, both Italian and international, the creator of the concept store LittleBlackDress, datum point in the South of Italy, the promoter and organizer of cultural events in my land (that of mozzarella, pizza and mandolins) that I love too much and that I’m not going to leave, even if I’ve been offered great occasions.
If I don’t commit myself to make my region known, not also for the pizza and mozzarella (and other things that I don’t cite), but also for the innovation, the design, the cultural events, and if I don’t give a hope to the young people that are forced to emigrate to have their formation recognized and to live in a more stimulating reality, what kind of life is it?


Explosiva

He nacido en la tierra de la mozzarella, de la pizza, y de los mandolini; cuando tenia 5 años decidí cual sería mi futuro, o mejor dicho, se me reveló mientras jugaba con un regalo de cumpleaños, “Gira la Moda”. En realidad, ya hacia de diseñadora para mi misma y para las Barbies, creando trajes con materiales impensables y miraba con éxtasis a mi abuela materna, que cosía con su máquina de coser, y la ayudaba a arreglar algunos trajes. La acompañaba a buscar los tejidos y hoy todavía considero esta fase de la producción la más emocionante. Tocarlos, probarlos, y ¿por qué no? Olisquearlos. Desde entonces decidí que sería una verdadera empresaria en el mundo de la moda (tantas veces he visto la película “Armas de mujer” soñando ser como Sigourney Weaver y no tener el pelo cardado de Melanie Griffith). Aquí estoy, 20 años después: durante 3 años y medio he creado dos marcas LittleBlackDress y LBD Alessia Caliendo, soy una verdadera emprendedora en el mundo de la moda, principal diseñadora de las colecciones que realizo también con diseñadores emergentes nacionales e internacionales, inventora del concept store LittleBlackDress, un punto de referencia para el sur de Italia, así como organizadora de eventos culturales en mi tierra (la de mozzarella, pizza y mandolini) que quiero desde lo más profundo de mi corazón, y que nunca voy a abandonar, a pesar de las inmensas oportunidad que me han surgido. Si no lucho para mostrar mi tierra, no solamente por los elementos que he hablado hasta ahora (y no he hablado de muchos más) si no también desde el punto de vista de innovaciones, diseño, eventos culturales, y si no creo una esperanza para los jóvenes que están destinados a emigrar para mostrar sus capacidades y vivir en lugares mas interesantes, ¿que vida seria esta?


Esplosiva

Nata in quel della terra della mozzarella,della pizza e dei mandolini all'età di 5 anni ho deciso quello che sarebbe stato il mio futuro. In realtà si è mostrato dinanzi ad un Gira la moda ,doppio regalo di compleanno. A dire il vero già costumizzavo su me stessa e sulle Barbie abiti dai materiali più impensati e guardavo estasiata mia nonna materna sotto la sua macchina da cucire aiutandola ad imbastire alcuni vestiti. La accompagnavo nella scelta dei tessuti ed ancora oggi considero questa fase della produzione un'emozione unica. Toccarli , testarli e perchè no? Annusarli. Da lì la mia ferrea decisione di essere una vera e propria manager nel campo della moda (troppe, troppe volte ho visto una Donna in Carriera sognando di avere il piglio di Sigourney Weaver e non la cotonatura di Melanie Griffith). 20 anni dopo eccomi qui: da 3 anni e mezzo ho i miei due marchi LittleBlackDress ed LBD Alessia Caliendo , sono una vera e propria imprenditrice nel mondo della moda, main designer delle collezioni che realizzo anche con designer emergenti nazionali ed internazionali , ideatrice del concept store LittleBlackDress punto di riferimento nel Sud italia , organizzatrice eventi culturali nella mia terra (quella delle mozzarelle, della pizza e dei mandolini) che amo dal profondo del cuore e che non abbandonerò mai nonostante le immense occasioni che mi si sono prospettate. Se non lotto per farla riconoscere non solo per gli elementi di cui sopra ( e non stiamo a citarne altri) anche dal punto di vista delle innovazioni, del design, degli eventi culturali e se non do una speranza ai giovani che sono costretti ad emigrare per far riconoscere la propria formazione e per vivere in realtà più stimolanti che vita è?

Filippo

Kaos

The day I managed to laugh at myself I felt a bit better, but I don't remember exactly when it happened...


Kaos

El día que aprendí a reírme de mí mismo, me encontré un poquito mejor, pero no recuerdo exactamente cuando ocurrió ...

Kaos

Il giorno in cui sono riuscito a ridere di me stesso sono stato un po' meglio, ma non ricordo esattamente quando è successo...

Sara

Dreamer

In May 2000 I was 15 and lived in Barcelona. I loved watching sports, cut out newspaper articles, and even put together whole books cataloged neatly according to the event and its players. My favorite sport was Formula 1. It embodied risk, luck, skill... essentially, as I would discover over the years, the components of life. It stands without saying that I dreamed of becoming a sports journalist, until one day my father’s boss, aware of my passion for this sport, took me to see the Spanish Grand Prix in paddocks of Benetton, in short, a dream that had come true. Not only was it a weekend of great emotion, but revelation. From the box I photographed every detail, watching the enchanting work of mechanics and engineers, printing in my mind their faces full of emotion, tension, fatigue. And then, it occurred to me this was my calling that sports journalism would never do for me, but I was a good photographer and I had found out what I want to become: a woman engineer.

May 2010. 10 years have passed since then. I became an engineer, not a Formula 1 racer as I would have imagined. Reality is not as I’d dreamt, being a woman engineer is not easy, just as I’d been told many times before; I never believed it, though, assuming that over my parents’ generation prejudices such as this had passed. But I keep taking pictures of sporting events, fashion, my friends, myself. I also continue to read, and to write my blogs, with the idea of finding my dream of one day figuring out how to unite all my passions.

Soñadora

Mayo del 2000. Tenía 15 años y vivía en Barcelona. Me encantaba ver deportes, recortar artículos de periódicos, editaba cuadernos con los eventos deportivos y sus protagonistas. Mi deporte favorito era la Fórmula 1, encarnaba riesgo, suerte, habilidad... esencialmente, como descubriría largo de los años, los componentes de la vida. Soñaba ser periodista deportivo, hasta que un día el jefe de mi padre, conocedor de mi pasión por este deporte, me invitó a ir con el a ver el Gran Premio de España en el paddok de Benetton. Era un sueño hecho realidad. Fotografié cada detalle, observé el trabajo de los mecánicos y de los ingenieros, grabando en mi mente sus rostros llenos de emoción, tensión fatiga… Durante ese fin de semana de grandes emociones tuve una revelación: el periodismo deportivo no estaba hecho para mi, pero estaba capacitada para la fotografía y había decidido lo que quería ser de mayor: ingeniera. Mayo del 2010. Han pasado 10 años. Me he convertido en ingeniera, aunque no de Formula 1 como había imaginado. La realidad no es como la había soñado. Me habían dicho muchas veces que ser ingeniera no era fácil, pero yo nunca lo creí, pensando que se trataba de anticuados prejuicios. Sin embargo, no he dejado de sacar fotografías en eventos deportivos, eventos de moda, de mis amigos y de mi misma. Continúo leyendo y escribiendo en mis blogs, con la idea de alcanzar mi sueño: Algún día encontraré la forma de unir todas mis pasiones.

Sognatrice

Maggio del 2000, avevo 15 anni e vivevo a Barcellona. Amavo guardare lo sport, ritagliavo articoli di giornale, componevo interi quaderni catalogati in base all'evento e ai suoi protagonisti.Il mio sport preferito era la Formula 1, racchiudeva il rischio, la fortuna, la bravura, le componenti della vita. Sognavo di fare la giornalista sportiva, fino a quando un giorno il capo di mio padre, consapevole della mia passione per questo sport, mi invita ad andare con lui a vedere il gran premio di Spagna nei paddok della Benetton, insomma, un sogno che diventava realtà.In quel weekend di grandi emozioni mi sono riscoperta: il giornalismo sportivo non avrebbe mai fatto per me, ma ero portata per scattare fotografie e avevo deciso cosa fare da grande, l'ingegnere. Ho fotografato ogni dettagli del box, osservando incantata il lavoro dei meccanici e degli ingegneri, stampando nella mia mente i loro volti, pieni di emozioni, tensione, fatica.

Maggio 2010, sono passati 10 anni da allora. Sono diventata un ingegnere, non di Formula 1. La realtà non è come quella che sognavo, mi avevano detto che essere una donna ingegnere non è semplice, ma non ci ho creduto, pensando che certi pregiudizi appartenessero al passato.Continuo però a fare foto di eventi sportivi, moda, ai miei amici, e anche a me stessa. Continuo anche a scrivere e a leggere tanto, ho dei blog che continuano a regalarmi il sogno che un giorno potrò unire tutte le mie passioni.