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bites-kms · 2 years

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Roma Amor

I know this makes no sense in English but if you read Roma backwards, in Spanish it reads Amor. And this is exactly what the eternal city is.

I went there this year, almost by mistake. I needed to renew my visa and even though all my plans were to nail this paperwork back home, it ended up happening back in the old continent. It was definitely a surprise and something that without me knowing it, was exactly what I needed. First, a pit stop in Madrid, to have coffee, vermouth and tapas with my dearest friend Anita. 24 hours later, l ended up living on this beautiful airbnb 3 blocks away from the Coliseum -holly shit that was unexpected! And then, when coming back home, a 15-hours-lay-over in Iceland became a short yet sweet roadtrip underneath the midnight sun and surrounded by Icelandic mountains and hot springs. Yes, all that in 2 weeks... cray cray, I know.. But, let’s go back to Rome.

Roma. I arrived and the taxi driver was cursing and complaining about the traffic. Oh what a beauty, just like home! Italia looks so much like Argentina that is terrifying. I love it.

Walking around Monti, I discovered the neighborhood I wanted to live in. Someday, I'll move back to Europe, and If I end up living in Rome, I will live in Monti. Yes, it will packed with tourists, but what a beauty. Those old houses, I want to fix them and get that empire feeling in my own home. Mine was charming and nooked inside this beautiful old building with a heritage vibe. I was in love. Imagine my future apartment, while I cook and christen those corners with home-made food scents, oven warmth and citric freshness. And of course, some Italian love, wine-not? One day...

Today, I'm surrounded with vespas, big-ass cars for these tiny and narrow streets, yelling locals, mesmerized tourists and a painfully hot summer heat wave (37 degrees, wtf Europe, have mercy!). Even though Im complaining, this was perfect after a humid and grey Montevideo winter, so shut me up.

I checked out Monti, discovered this little restaurant and had what I was craving since last time I was in Torino with my friend Mau: Pasta alla Vongole. It is nothing extraordinary, really, but done in Italy it has a different taste that makes it yummy: mussels, wine, olive oil, garlic and green onions. Delicious freshness in a dish.

I started walking and rediscovered this city for the third time. I first went in 2000 with my folks, it was intense, it was wonderful. It was my first time in Europe and I remember, even with my young 11 years old, to be hooked, mesmerized and overwhelmed. A couple of years later, in 2006, I went back with my boyfriend at a time, Federico. We were both young and completely clueless, yet we had a wonderful time. I was 17 and he was 19. Thanks Mom and Dad for allowing me to do this crazy ass shit of discovering the world on my own and with a GUY at such young age. So, 16 years later, I return to this city, that stays the same for centuries although I was a complete different person. Yet, each time I turned a corner, I recognized it very randomly and very surprisingly, like if my body had this internal GPS, physical memory and beautiful reminder of already have walked those cobblestones before. No kidding, after 2 days, as usual, I already was going everywhere without any sort of map. And of course, my Italian was mega oiled and super on point. Or at least that was what I thought!

I made my way to the Coliseum, walked down via Cavour and Via Garibaldi, some of the most iconic streets I remember walking down with my parents almost 20 years ago. I headed up to La Fontana di Trevi, one of my favorite spots in the city. It was packed with people, as usual. Yet I made my way to sit around it and enjoy one of the many gelatos I had in town.

If the city is pretty during daytime, inviting you freshly squeeze arancia juices or espressos, at night time it shines even brighter. The buildings low dimmed lights, the ruins and the avenues just make you stay awake as much as possible so, regardless of how tired you may be already, you keep walking listening to all the secrets these places have to whisper you. I once ended up at the one of the Foros watching a 45 mins amazing mapping projection on the ruins itself while learning the story behind the Augustus Forum. What a treat!

Street musicians, happy tourists and packed restaurants complete the scenery, inviting you to enjoy the dolce far niente.

In a nut shell, here's my Roma pocket guide:

Monti is located in the charming and center part of Municipio 1, where you can find most of the touristic attractions: Via dei Fori Imperiale, Fontana di Trevi, Coliseum, Basilica Santa Maria Maggiori and Altare della Patria with the Imperial Museums and the iconic Luppa.

Trastevere is the Brooklyn of Rome. Restaurants, old bookstores, Cinema Isole and a bunch of venues and bars by the river. On your way there make sure to explore Piazza Navona, Pantheon, and Ponte Sisto.

Further away, but on the other side of the Tiber River, you will find the Vatican City and the Vatican Museums with the Sixtine Chapel, Castello Saint Angelo and Belvedere del Gianicolo. Check it out during sunset, you are up for a treat.

Termini. If all the roads lead to Rome, in Rome, all the roads lead to Termini. Although not very pretty, it is where the Central Market and the train station Roma Termini is located where you can commute to all the rest of Italy. You will definitely find yourself there once or twice during your stayed.

Pignetto is a bit far from the touristic circuit, and in order to reach there you will experience some hidden wonders too, like where you the Florist Piazza, the Scala Santa and with a little bit of a detour, the terme. This is the new gentrified, less touristy version of Monti, with a iconic pedestrian street packed with restaurants, bars and aperitivo places.

Roma, ci sentiamo presto, sei fantastica!

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snellblogs · 9 months

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Italy Journal 4

ITALY JOURNAL 4

Arsenale stop on Colonna,

Garibaldi street

Venice.

June 23

There were magnificent buildings everywhere, one was the Academia, the Art Gallery of Venice and it went on and on. When we did disembark the water taxi it was to visit the Ca d’Oro, a museum that housed a private collection gifted to the State. It was housed not in a museum but a private home. There was a floor of every kind of marble. There were present day marbles but some that had been used in antiquity, or similar more modern marbles, in order to re- create the effect of ancient floors. It made patterns of circles and from that rose columns and outside the long room was the Grand Canal and a private jetty.

Upstairs were paintings and statues, some furniture pieces, but mostly pieces from the 15th and 16th ceneturies Italian art, the most famous being Mantegna’s St Sebastian. My favourite was an icon of the Vergin Mary and child, with that simplicity of ancient art prior to the renaissance. Another favourite was a picture of three purveyors of the coin exchange because the central figure reminds me strongly of a family member, dressed in sixteenth century dress and beard.

We ate lunch sitting high above the Grand Canal with the world going by in boats and with us looking down on the excitement and the continual motion of the sea everywhere.

From there we walked further into this area passing a lovely closed church with a large statue of a monk in front of it, St Sarpo. We were travelling on to the Ghetto.

Everywhere around the central square the buildings are tall and ancient. The buildings are pink like sugar, brown, some peeling and yet the signs of age are beautiful in this city. The sun continued to shine and the guide was funny and entertaining.

There we saw one of the internal gardens in the city, where gardens are intensely private affairs, one just sees a few trees from a distance, drooping over a tall wall, sometimes with pink blooms, and occasionally as one approaches Garibaldi Street restaurants there’s the smell of jasmine or seringa,.

Travelling home by boat in the rush hour, there were boats everywhere. We were on an express water taxi which felt like the driver was throwing the boat into the wharfs with a crash and grinding the gears and dashing off again like a wild horse. We left the dock, dashed off again, throwing the boat into the heaving turquoise sea and the rush of the water traffic.

We walked home through the Biennale gardens, with tall Cypress trees and a grey statue of Garibaldi. At night in the gathering evening we came across the white Campanale that one can see from sea as one approaches Venice. Beside it is San Pietro and San Anna which is falling down. In the nearby area there are streets that are hushed and houses that are empty, though there is some rejuvenation going on. History and the present collide.

Tonight, there is a thunder storm and it is raining heavily. Lovely to be here.

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wafflessquad · 2 years

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Turin anon again, glad the suggestions were helpful!

You’ll be here for the Grand Prix, that’s great! And it takes care of the main esc site since you’ll already be at the Palavela 😉 It’s in the park surrounded by a residential quarter and lots of hospitals, the only interesting thing relatively close by will be The Lingotto complex (there’s a mall in the old factory, lots of places to eat at odd ours, the Pinacoteca Agnelli, The Bubble on the roof, a metro station, Eataly and the Green Pea) and the National Car Museum.

I’d maybe skip La Reggia di Venaria since it’s outside the city and you have to be at the Palavela in late afternoon, it could all get a bit rushed. If you just want to explore and relax pretty much everything I suggested in the previous ask is clustered in the city center and easily reachable on foot moving between Porta Nuova (the central station and a major transports hub) Piazza Vittorio (the cinema museum is less than 5 minutes away and there’s lots of places to eat around the Mole) Piazza Castello and in the Quadrilatero Romano.

For Christmas atmosphere my first suggestion normally would be looking up a map or a tour of Luci D’Artista -a series of contemporary art does Christmas lights installations sprinkled around the city (they should go on as usual this year but who knows what will happen with energy prices skyrocketing) and there’s often a small Christmas Market in Piazza Castello. There’s also a huge tourism info point on piazza Castello with free flyers, maps and personnel that mostly knows what they’re doing and a good take away pizza place at the corner with via garibaldi, Focacceria Ligure. I’d also skip Via Garibaldi itself and explore the smaller streets around it towards the Old Citadel (the aforementioned Quadrilatero Romano) lots of hole in the wall places to eat, quirky shops and smaller museums. Two of my favorite spots are Piazza Carignano (love Palazzo Carignano’s architecture, there’s Pepino for gelato and Farmacia del Cambio for pastries (especially the mini bunets) and something warm to drink. Both have outside seating with heating in winter and my favorite bookshop, Libreria Luxemburg, is right there) and Piazza del Conservatorio (mostly because it’s full of benches to rest and if you’re lucky you get to hear the music students rehearsing as a soundtrack).

Going down from Porta Nuova towards the river you’ll find S. Salvario - the area is a bit rougher but it’s a lively quarter traditionally inhabited by students and immigrants: lots of interesting places to eat relatively cheaply, artisanal shops and a daily market in Piazza Madama.

The Valentino Park itself is huge but the nicest spots for a stroll are around Corso Marconi: there’s the (fake 😆) medieval village, the botanical garden and the Chateau that now houses the faculty of Architecture.

Hope you’ll have a lovely trip!

Yes indeed, we’re coming for the gpf! 😊 We’re staying very centrally so we’ll be close to all of those places and then go to the palavela area in the afternoons.

That all sounds so great, I think I’ll mark all of these awesome recommendations on a map and then we’ll see what feel up for.

Ahh now I’m even more hyped for this trip!!

Thank you so much once again for taking the time to share all this local knowledge with me, it’s so very helpful! 💟

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sciatu · 3 years

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IL PORTO CANALE DI CESENATICO

Per un isolano, ogni nuova terra inizia da un porto ed ogni nuovo luogo che si incontra, pur nella sua stessa similitudine con l’isola lasciata, appare diverso, privo di quella intensità che l’isola dava alla vita. Eppure anche qui, nel vecchio porto di Cesenatico le antiche barche parlano della fatica dei marinai, della solitudine e della forza delle loro mogli così come nei porti lasciati nella mia isola. Per questo osservo le vecchie barche ascoltandone le antiche ballate, rivivendone lo scivolare lento nell’acqua, seguite dai gabbiani dalle grandi ali e dalla schiuma che la loro prua crea nel piatto mare. Questa è la sera in cui a Cesenatico festeggiano quel Santo laico che fu Garibaldi, che noi siciliani amiamo ed accusiamo, ma che resta il simbolo della nostra libertà imperfetta. Così essere qui, risveglia una felicità inattesa, nell’infinito fluire di persone, nello spumeggiare delle risate delle ragazze, nelle voci sopra le righe dei ragazzi in cerca di prove virili ed amori di rapina. Nell’imbrunirsi delle strade e delle antiche case, il cielo si arrossa e riveste le nuvole di porpora. I casoni sulla diga si accendono di flebili lumi e da questa parte del canale i ristoranti si illuminano di profumi, di colori e voci. Sei mai stato a Cesenatico, in questo fritto misto di amori provvisori e di sesso incosciente tra voci dai mille accenti e spiedini di pesce? Qui nessuno può essere straniero e questo rende questi viali affollati, più imporranti di grandi città e megalopoli. Ne diventi inconsapevolmente una sua parte, mentre l’imbrunire accende le stelle, nelle voci delle ragazze che cercano il primo amore, nell’odore di piadina e pasta alle vongole, nella musica che ricopre il porto e al cui ritmo danzano nelle acqua oscure, riflessi multicolori di luce.

For an islander, each new land starts from a port and each new place that one encounters, despite its similarity with the island left behind, appears different, devoid of that intensity that the island gave to life. Yet even here, in the old port of Cesenatico, the ancient boats speak of the fatigue of the sailors, the loneliness and strength of their wives as well as in the ports left on my island. This is why I observe the old boats, listening to their ancient ballads, reliving their slow sliding in the water, followed by the large-winged gulls and the foam that their prow creates in the flat sea. This is the evening in which in Cesenatico they celebrate that lay saint who was Garibaldi, whom we Sicilians love and accuse, but who remains the symbol of our imperfect freedom. So being here awakens an unexpected happiness, in the infinite flow of people, in the frothing laughter of the girls, in the over-the-top voices of the boys in search of virile proof and love of robbery. As the streets and ancient houses get dark, the sky turns red and covers the purple clouds. The casoni on the dam light up with faint lights and on this side of the canal the restaurants light up with scents, colors and voices. Have you ever been to Cesenatico, in this fried mixture of temporary loves and unconscious sex between voices with a thousand accents and fish skewers? Here no one can be a foreigner and this makes these crowded avenues more imposing than big cities and megacities. You unconsciously become a part of it, while the dusk lights up the stars, in the voices of the girls who are looking for their first love, in the smell of piadina and pasta with clams, in the music that covers the port and to whose rhythm they dance in the dark waters, multicolored reflections of light.

#Sciatu #cesenatico

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loneberry · 3 years

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Another one gone

Giancarlo DiTrapano has died. It’s strange to think that a conversation can end mid-sentence. I had been messaging with Gian recently, first about his friend Paolo Valerio who was trying to publish a book on femminielli/third gender folx in Neapolitan culture, then about the byzantine jure sanguinis law that allows people to apply for Italian citizenship through an unbroken bloodline, which Gian did, which I am trying to do—he had recently given me the contact information of the lawyer his brother hired to take care of the process. “Maybe she will give you a discount if you tell her I referred you! I will email her now.” How fucking stupid that our last exchange was about bureaucracy & taxes. What a waste of precious life, of scarce time—but Gian was just such a generous guy, maternal even, in a gay daddy kind of way.

I met Gian when he was rolling through town to accept a PEN Award for Atticus Lish. Lily was crashing with me & they had gone on a molly bender all night while he was cruising Grindr or whatever app he was using to hook up with bears—“I swear I saw a guy I hooked up with in Providence when I left my own reading to go fuck him.” All night on the prowl, smoking cigarettes inside the hotel room while tweaking about the acceptance speech he hadn’t written yet. The next day I was conscripted to help him find drugs to stay awake for the award ceremony, to get back “up” after the inevitable MDMA crash. Did we meet in the parking lot near my house? The award ceremony didn’t go well. He was either never let in or kicked out—didn’t matter anyway, fuck those literary establishment people. He was all humor & irreverence & love for the writers he felt in his bones were the “real deal,” he fucking believed in Atticus’s Preparation for the Next Life. He believed in the good shit. When I met Atticus (at a PEN festival, of course), all I could think about was the way Gian gushed about him, that I was in the presence of an otherworldly genius.

It was summer 2016 when I really got to spend time with Gian. Dear Gian, this is Lily’s friend Jackie. We met that one time in Boston when you were trying to find drugs. We are coming to Italy. He was living in a bare & bombed-out apartment in the center of Rome, down the street from the Bernini statue of the ecstasy of Saint Teresa, with his delightful husband Giuseppe, a jolly aesthete who made costumes for operas. There was almost no furniture in the place. It had a shabby gothic feel, like it had been abandoned years ago by an esoteric sex cult. “I don’t have a bed. You can come, but where will the three of you sleep?” He bought a bed for us. I had passed through Rome multiple times, first just with my Russian mathematician boyfriend Mitya, then again with Mitya & Lily. The guest room where we stayed was the red of a womb with the fan & bed he bought for our stay. We roamed those streets all night, intoxicated, the streets completely empty save for the couple fucking outside the pantheon, or the couple breaking up by the Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi in the Piazza Navona—we walked to Parco del Gianicolo to watch the sun rise over Rome, waiting for the light to break & blaze & blast beams over thousands of years of sedimented history, the ruins of the Roman forum & the colosseum bathed in pink light—we stood silently on the terrace, contemplating the time congealed in all those monuments, gobsmacked by the epic vista. When day had fully broken we continued our trek, past the equestrian statue of Garibaldi with a single pigeon shitting on his head, & toward the Vatican, which, at that ungodly hour, was completely empty. We roamed the Vatican in an eerie calm & as we crossed Piazza San Pietro, we could see, in the distance, the crowds of tourists descending, like an ominous tidal wave inching toward St Peter’s square.

While staying with Gian in Rome I got the impression that Giuseppe had tempered his drug binges, though I vaguely remember accompanying him on a late-night mission to score blow. We stopped at a bar that an old mafiosa guy was shutting down & ended up hanging there all night while the man teased me & my beau & Gian told me wild stories of losing his virginity to the man when he was a teen on exchange in Italy. “Can you believe it? This guy initiated me”—spoken like it was the best thing in the universe. Always that sense of awe. Tender love for the freaks & the perverts of the world. & how lovingly he spoke of Giuseppe. When I asked Gian to recommend me a place to get pizza in Napoli (our next stop) he wrote down a spot while gushing about how divine it was to see Giuseppe eat multiple double mozzarella di bufala Neapolitan pies at this joint.

I guess I became an Italophile on that trip. It’s hard for me to imagine Italy without Gian in it. It’s hard to imagine that the next time I go he won’t be there. His house was full of plastic bottles of delicious olive oil that had been pressed from olives that grew on his family’s estate in southern Italy. His fridge was full of psychedelic research chemicals that he used to treat his debilitating cluster headaches, so painful they are often referred to as “suicide headaches.” We talked about it for a long time. How much pain he was in. How much discovering the treatment changed everything. “It saved my life.” The statement now sounds hauntingly premature.

#Giancarlo DiTrapano #literature #death

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architectuul · 3 years

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Navigating the Venice Architecture Biennale Opening Weekend: Between Observing and Belonging

Thursday, 5th June 2014. 3:30pm Here we are! After trying to climb three different fences, we have finally made our way into 2016 year’s Venice Architecture Biennale opening event. We managed to find an access point that was hidden enough from intrusive eyes as well as from the hyper-controlled entrance of the Giardini della Biennale, located at the south eastern end of the island. Our objective is to reach the pavilion of Great Britain’s press preview, which kicks off at 4pm and to which we have not been invited.

A large crowd waiting to hear the presentation for the opening of the Home Economics exhibition at the Great Britain pavilion (2016). | Photo © Cristiano Corte

Read also “In Vino Veritas Biennale Style!”

Guests are slowly congregating around the national building, where the event is about to start. This year’s chosen theme is A Clockwork Jerusalem, commissioned by the British Council and analysing Britain’s Modernism in cities and the legacy of planning, a subject that my friends and I hold a certain fascination for. The ribbon cutting ceremony is usually an opportunity for the curators to explain the concept behind the project and to contextualise it within the broader theme of the biennale, this year being Fundamentals. But a pavilion opening is also much more than that. It is a chance to feel part of an international community of architects and urbanists that come together to celebrate the best out there; to belong.

Walking along one of the main avenues in the Giardini della Biennale. | Photo © Lavinia Scaletti

As in many opening ceremonies, the pavilion’s entrance is packed with guests that you can barely hear the speaker. You start looking around the audience, checking faces to see if some are recognisable. When you finally come across a familiar one, a feeling of complicity arises. Is it because as visitors we feel that we are in the right place at the right time, being one of the very first to look around the long-waited exhibition? Or is it because the opening weekend is generally attended through an invite only? Funnily enough, at that specific event we did not speak to anyone other than amongst ourselves.

Great Britain pavilion entrance during the 2014 Venice Architecture Biennale, with the exhibition noticeable through the door. | Photo © Cristiano Corte

It was two weeks before our final exam of our architectural education. The decision to travel was not taken lightly, as we had to weigh out between the risk of losing precious study time to which our future careers seemed to depend on, or taking part in the celebration of this renowned exhibition, where architects from all corners converge. We chose the latter, but with the foolish condition of working in between one event and another. As expected, our laptops stayed in the suitcase for the entirety of our stay.

The Biennale usually lasts from May to November and we could have attended any other week within that period. Why did we feel the need to go at this specific time? As students, we tended to see the Biennale as the grand event of the architecture scene, a reference point in the professional and social life which follows for the next two years to come, and one definitely not to be missed. It certainly comes with a level of spectacle that showcases a generally forward-thinking and diverse work. And what a better way to observe all of this than with the theatrical Venetian backdrop! That year, Rem Koolhaas, one of the most acclaimed figures in the contemporary architecture scene, was curating the Venice Architecture Biennale. Perhaps this was also an occasion to come across him or any other prominent architect?

People gathering at a ceremony event during the 15th Venice Architecture Biennale in 2016, curated by Alejandro Aravena under the theme Reporting from the Front. | Photo © Lavinia Scaletti

The opening ceremonies seem to be over for the day. My friends ask, ‘what next’? We are told there is a specific bar on via Giuseppe Garibaldi, a few minutes away from the Giardini, where biennale attendees slowly proceed to. We decide to join the gathering too and end up sitting on the pavement amongst many others. The place is bustling with people that the drinking activity spills out onto the street, creating a composed party atmosphere. Throughout the evening, we move from one place to another in a similar procession, following the crowd, strolling through the city.

It is interesting to think how most of our journeys during that particular weekend seemed to be somehow planned. While you had to make clear decisions about what pavilion ceremony to be at, the schedule for the evening and night activities felt more settled. Despite our evident tiredness, we decided to attend most of them, at times engaging in conversations with others. The mere fact of being there, surrounded by architecture gossip and informal talk, made us feel gratified.

The large scale shell structure designed and built for the project Aqua Alta inside the building hosting the Paraguayan Pavilion (2014). | Photo © Pedro Kok

Through the remainder of the weekend, we decide not to visit the primary Biennale sites and instead explore the events around the city, being easier to attend and usually not requiring a formal invite. Partly accidentally and party planned, we venture out into the building hosting the Paraguayan pavilion, a country where I spent most of my childhood. The opening ceremony is on and the atmosphere cheerfully busy. We start chatting to other students and architects who are each of them giving us an interpretation of this year’s project Aqua Alta, curated by Sergio Ruggeri and designed by architect Javier Corvalan and the Colectivo Aqua Alta, with the participation of students. While gathering around a large-scale wooden shell structure, we hear the exhibition message is to emphasise the importance of water in Paraguay and of the ‘less is more’ philosophy. This seems to fit perfectly with the main Biennale theme.

It is a pleasant surprise when you step into these less publicised locations, somehow out of the main Biennale itinerary, and generally requiring an intentional diversion. While we assisted at a few pavilion openings within the principal sites during our stay, very few gave us that level of intimacy experienced at these smaller events, where we were able to get a thorough understanding of the concept behind each project. Often less busy, these out-of-boundary ceremonies present an opportunity for meaningful conversations and encounters. Attending the Paraguayan exhibition launch, did we feel less of an observer and more part of a group? Possibly. And we even got to try some chipa guazu, a national dish made of corn that I had not eaten for over 10 years!

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VAB 11: Lavinia Scaletti

Lavinia Scaletti is an urban designer living in London. She currently works in the public sector for a local authority, developing place-based strategies and frameworks for different neighbourhoods and giving design advice. Her interest in city planning is driven by her desire to create more sustainable and playful places for people. She holds a master’s degree in architecture from the Royal College of Art, where her projects investigated the themes of housing and urban regeneration. She previously worked at public realm and urban design consultancy Publica and has professional experience in France and Chile. In 2016 she was a selected fellow in the EU-funded Future Architecture Platform and her work has been featured in exhibitions across Europe, including Italy, Spain, Austria and Slovenia. She is passionate about urban culture, particularly traditional markets and the life between buildings.

#vab #venice architecture biennial #cold cases

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viranlly · 4 years

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What To Expect When You’re Not Expecting The Outdoors in Vancouver

in partnership with Tourism Vancouver

It’s no doubt that Vancouver is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Some even named them one of the best cities to live in. Yes, I absolutely agree (I’ve been here 11 years now, somehow). I mean... what’s not to like? Fresh air, the mountains, oceans, and of course, the great outdoors that put Vancouver on the map as a global tourist destination.

But what if, you’re not even remotely interested in the outdoors? *I have to admit, I’m probably the least outdoorsy person out there (don’t @ me!)* Will Vancouver still be enjoyable if one is not planning to go to Capilano bridge or doing the Grouse Grind?

The answer is yes.

Vancouver is also home to some of the most talented, hard-working and innovative chefs, bartenders, and restauranteurs in the game. Making it a city that’s filled with delicious eats, drinks, and exceptional coffee culture - don’t believe me? Ask Chris Morocco from Bon Appetit Magazine ;) Plus, we are blessed with the bountiful amount of fresh ingredients, whether it’s fruits, veggies, seafood particularly, and even meat.

Every January, the city also hosts the annual Dine Out Vancouver Festival, a culinary festival that invites both locals and visitors to explore and experience what Vancouver has to offer. For the 18th edition of Dine Out Vancouver this year, there will be 318 restaurants participating in this two-week-long festivity. If you’re local, this time of the year is also a fun time to play tourist in your own city - which, I do, occasionally.

While I might not know where Garibaldi lake is on the map, and I definitely don’t know where to go for the best three-day camping trip (not that I want to do that ever), I do know exactly where you should be sipping your martini and eat your world-renowned aburi sushi. You can trust me on that.

Without trying to sound like a know-it-all, here’s how, in my ideal world, I would spend a typical 48 hours in Vancouver.

8:30 a.m - Ride Cycle Club.

Nothing like starting your morning with a loud, steamy and sweaty spin class. The playlist is always on-point; the instructors, typically with a sexy, raspy voice, definitely gets you going first thing in the morning. There’s so much joy in watching everyone move to the beat, all together. It’s an experience for sure.

10:30 a.m - #dailycortado at Revolver.

If you know me at all, Revolver is practically my morning home base. The rustic, charming, long hallway is usually filled with highly (or soon to be highly) caffeinated individuals, chatting, working, or geeking out about coffee and other stuff (anything from cameras to vintage Rolexes). The menu is simple and straight forward, with beans selection rotating daily -- hence, Revolver. Solid pour-over bar, well-executed, picture-perfect espresso-based bevies too. But this is not the place to order a skinny, two pumps vanilla, one pump hazelnut, caramel macchiato - if that’s even a thing lolz.

11:30 a.m - Snack and fresh flowers at The Birds & The Beets.

By snack, I mean, a freshly sliced of pillowy yet perfectly crusty sourdough with butter and sea salt - as simple as that. Or do the one with their house-made preserves if you’re fancy. Should you need another jolt of caffeine, their coffee is pretty damn good too. Pick up some fresh flowers on your way out too. ALSO, come back later at night when this cute coffee shop turns into Juicebar, a natural wine bar where all the cool kids hang out and drink magnums of pet-nat all night.

12:30 p.m - Deep-fried everything tacos at Tacofino Gastown.

It’s problematic how addicting the crispy chicken tacos at Tacofino can be. I’ve had my days when all I ate was variations of this crispy chicken taco: as a burrito, as a ‘salad’ bowl, as a taco again, and repeat. Juicy tender chicken, pickled veggies, epazote chimichurri, drizzled with buttermilk chili crema - mouthwatering. Their fish tacos are also delicious, it’s, as a matter of fact, their claim to fame, nuff said. You can’t also say no to their nachos, with a glass (or pitcher) of margs, obvs.

2 p.m - Stroll and shop through Gastown.

Drooling over luscious house-plants and Japanese cookware at Old Faithful Shop, selecting new fragrances at Le Labo, I also might as well pick up body balm at Aesop. Oh, and of course, stopping by Roden Gray to see some Thom Browne.

4 p.m - Spritz o’clock at Di Beppe.

Get a table at the cafe to people-watch while drinking bottled, branded Aperol Spritz. It’s an afternoon well spent, you gotta wait til’ 5:30 for happy hour anyways ;)

5:30 p.m - Happy Hour at L’abattoir.

L’abattoir, hands down, has one of the most beautiful bars in the city, with one of the strongest beverage programs too. The cocktails, both original and classic, are always crafted with such passion and precision. The Avocado Gimlet particularly is now a L’abattoir and a Vancouver classic: bright, boozy and herbaceous. Their wine list is a fun one to explore. Whether you’re feeling playful and adventurous, or classic and familiar, the team will find the wine for you. Their happy hour is probably my favorite one in the city: short but sweet. Make sure you make it there 5:30 on the dot to score the highly coveted bar seat (find me in the corner of the bar). You MUST order their iconic baked Pacific oysters, covered in a mountain of foamy truffle-garlic butter. Oh! and the pan-fried sweetbreads on toast is unforgettably delicious. L’abbatoir Dine Out menu can be found here.

7 p.m - Dinner at PiDGin.

One of a few restaurants in Vancouver that figured out how to perfectly marry the east and the west. An Asian-inspired menu, by the way of French cooking, using the freshest ingredients from the Pacific North West. Every dish is always a burst of flavours: rich and indulging without being pretentious. The umami-filled Foie Gras rice bowl is one of the most drool-worthy dishes. So uniquely, and iconically Pidgin. It’s a dish that has stood the test of time and has been there since the restaurant opened its’ doors six years ago now. Their beverage program is also focused on showcasing Asian spirits and flavours: numerous Japanese whisky, craft cocktails, and an impressive sake library. Explore Pidgin six-course Dine Out menu here.

10:30 p.m - Nightcap at Botanist.

I’ve talked about Botanist a lot, and I mean, a lot. While they’re still relatively new, they managed to sky-rocket their way to the top of the restaurant scene. With their award-winning bar team and innovative bar menu, it’s no surprise that Botanist is one of the best bars in the country. Sitting at the bar, sipping Botanist martini, while geeking out about cocktails and spirits is always a fun way to end the night. Botanist martini is an ideal nightcap: boozy, velvety, and obviously tasty. It’s like a vesper that gets an elegant Fairmont makeover, with a Pacific North West influence. This year, Botanist is hosting a Punch Brunch as part of Dine Out Vancouver AND to kick off Vancouver Cocktail Week next year. So exciting!

Day 2

10 a.m - Breakfast at Nemesis.

A hip and happening coffee shop with an impressive brunch menu and delectable baked goods. Of course, the coffee is stellar, and the space is beautiful with bright lights streaming through the windows. Their brunch and pastries, however, have been stealing the show for quite some time now. If you’re in Gastown, the cauliflower hash and the steak and egg are essential. If you happen to be across the bridge, the burrata and scrambled eggs on croissant loaf and is to-die-for. Not to forget their dreamy, kinda fancy croissants (think about Reuben sandwich, strawberry cheesecake in the form of croissant kind of fancy). Oh, and both of their cookies: the insanely luscious classic chocolate chip and the updated ferrero-esque cookie sandwich are worth crossing the bridge for.

12.30 p.m - Aburi lunch at Miku.

If there’s that one place I usually take visitors for the sake of impressing them, it’s Miku. It’s probably one of the most well-known Vancouver restaurants that even Beyonce was spotted dining there. The menu is unique. The world-famous aburi sushi is iconic. And the seafood? It doesn’t get any fresher than what Miku offers. Let’s not forget the multi-million dollar waterfront view, overlooking the harbour and North Vancouver. Their sister restaurant Minami is doing a Dine Out Lunch special too, by the way.

2:30 p.m - Nap.

It’s absolutely necessary.

5:30 p.m - Dinner at Como Taperia.

Oh what an exciting time when Como finally opened its’ doors in Mount Pleasant last year! The premise? A no-fuss-no-muss Spanish tapas restaurant with vibrant food, fabulous Gin and Tonics, and unbeatable conservas list. The room has been buzzing with people since day one - until recently they placed second on Enroute Magazine Best new restaurant. Even more people are now trying to get in to Como. The foie burger is simply a must, and so is the crispy eggplant, drizzled with honey. The oxtail, pepper and frites is so tenderly delicious. They’re also doing fun happy hour starting at 4, offering free tapas- just like they do in Spain. Drink the El Bandarra vermut on tap while munching on the tapa, or make sure to check out their daily tortilla feature.

8 p.m - Cocktails at Hawksworth’s Bar.

Hawksworth is probably as swanky as a Vancouver restaurant can get. While the dining room is very much upscale and can be intimidating, the cocktail bar is lively and chic. Again, get a spot at the bar and start with the Hotel Georgia Cocktail: bright, juicy and refreshing, inspired by the historic hotel itself. If you’re feeling extra fancy, they have a ‘from the vault’ menu that features classic cocktails made with vintage, extremely rare spirits.

10:30 p.m - A burger and nightcap at Pourhouse.

Located in the charming water street, Pourhouse is a cocktail bar nestled in one of Gastown’s historic buildings. The room itself is very old-school America in the prohibition era - luxurious, charming and welcoming. The menu is fairly simple but everything is well-executed. The Pourhouse burger is particularly memorable. I’ve vouched for this burger as the best one in town over and over again - no, I don’t want to argue with anyone on this. Classic cocktails are always crafted so meticulously here: Manhattan, Boulevardier, or a cognac Sazerac. You can’t go wrong with any (or all) of them. Their Dine Out menu this year is outstanding and really showcase what the team can do in the kitchen.

Well, that’s one hell of a list for y’all. I surely hope this helps with planning your delicious next trip to Vancouver!

Discover the full list of restaurants participating in this year’s Dine Out Vancouver Festival here!

See y’all in the 604 soon!

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Mission: Impossible - Fallout (2018)

After a mission to recover three stolen nuclear cores, Ethan and his team must break out an old foe to track down the weapons before they can cause havoc. Filmed in Paris, London, Norway, and New Zealand.

Ethan has a nightmare about marrying Julia on the shore of Milford Sound in New Zealand.

After a failure during a mission, Ethan meets Alan Hunley at RAF Brize Norton and his temporary partner Erik for a mission to Paris.

Ethan and Erik HALO jump onto the rooftop of the Grand Palais where they gather some credentials to infiltrate a private party within the party. While the skydiving was all real, it was filmed of the U.A.E. desert.

Ethan accompanies the White Widow to her residence at the Hôtel de Soubise where they discuss the plan to break Solomon Lane from custody.

Erik meets with his handler Erika Sloan on Esplanade du Trocadéro to discuss the upcoming ambush.

A helicopter carrying Lane lands on the roof of the Ministère De L'Economie & Des Finances and then heads across Pont de Bercy where Ilsa begins following on a motorcycle.

The convoy is redirected down onto Quai d’Austerlitz where Ethan breaks with the plan and knocks the armored truck carrying Lane into the river before speeding off with Erik.

They cross Pont Neuf with the police in close pursuit and then get their truck stuck in Rue de Nevers where they have motorcycles waiting.

The rest of the White Widow’s crew moves over to different vehicles to chase Ethan under Viaduc d’Austerlitz.

Several police motorcycles catch up with Ethan and chase him across Pont Saint-Louis and Pont Louis Philippe.

More police join the chase on Rue des Pyramides, through the Pyramides Parkade, and past the Royal Opera on Avenue de l’Opéra.

Ethan drives his motorcycle the wrong way around the Arc de Triomphe.

He crashes on Avenue de Saxe but manages to slip down into Canal Saint-Martin to join his team before the police can catch up with him.

The team is preparing to depart with Lane from a garage on Rue de l’Alboni but have the bad luck to run into a police officer.

They believe they have escaped pursuit but Ilsa is waiting for them on the overpass at the intersection of Rue de Madrid & Rue du Rocher with the intention of killing Lane.

The rest of the team splits and Ilsa chases Ethan down Boulevard Garibaldi underneath the tracks.

They turn the corner at Place Stain-Gervais and then through a pedestrian street at Rue des Barres.

Ilsa uses the colonnade adjacent to Rue de Valois to get ahead of Ethan but isn’t able to kill Lane before Ethan hits her with his car.

Ethan meets with the White Widow on Quai Saint-Michel and she orders him to head to London.

Before leaving Paris, Ilsa follows Ethan to Jardin du Palais Royal and they have a conversation about their missions.

The team brings Lane to their safe house off of Canon Alley and down to the basement of the Pennington Street Warehouse for interrogation.

After Erik’s betrayal, Ethan runs from the hideout through St. Paul’s Cathedral.

The jumps from there to the rooftop of the Grange St. Paul’s Hotel and then over to The Mermaid.

Ethan runs through an office building and then pursues Erik across the river via the rooftop of Blackfriars Station.

They end up on top of the tower at the Tate Modern but Erik manages to escape using a waiting helicopter.

The team travels to Kashmir to stop Erik and Lane’s plan at a relief camp in the mountains where Julia is currently working. The camp was constructed in the Rees River Valley north of Muddy Creek near Queenstown in New Zealand.

Ethan hitches a ride on a helicopter and climbs up its cargo line while it is flying over the Centaur Peaks above the valley.

He takes control and attempts to use his helicopter’s payload to bring down Erik’s helicopter as they fly over Sutherland Falls and Lake Quill.

They eventually both crash and end up fighting over the detonator at the edge of Preikestolen, aka Preacher’s Pulpit, in Norway.

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Day 19, 8th Sept, Milan

Today, the 5 of us were booked to do a 6 hour walking tour which included a visit to Leonardo da Vinci’s Last Supper. It had rained over night so the others decided to catch a taxi to the meeting point. I was more than happy to walk so I left a bit earlier. Early morning is a lovely time to wander the streets as there is never many people about. The attractive columned walkways near the Duomo.

Milan feels very safe to walk around. The police were all ready early morning near the square and on the other side were army vehicles and personnel. You see a combination of the two groups around but they aren’t in your face.

I thought I might visit the Duomo seeing no one was around and went over to where the line started but you needed tickets. I said I wanted to go to Mass so I was directed to the other side and after a security check went straight in. A good little tip to know. This was the main organ.

It is a fairly intimidating structure with all its columns. 52 to be exact. One for every week of the year.

Outside in the Plaza. The front was all covered in scaffolding last time I was in Milan with Danielle in 2007. It was covered for cleaning between 2004 to 2008. It is very white looking now.

It took me about half an hour to walk to the meeting place and the sun had come out by that time. Charles was our guide who was a Frenchman but had lived in Milan for 11years and taught English. He was fabulous and as we all wore earpieces he just talked as we wandered the streets. Very entertaining but informative. This Needle, Tread and Knot sculpture outside the train station was to symbolise trains going through the tunnels and the thread were the colours of the different metro lines. It also referenced Milan’s influence in the fashion world.

70% of people in Milan own their own apartments and many are very green. If you look up as you walk the streets you see many green gardens on balconies and rooftops.

As it turned out we were to visit a few of the places I had found yesterday but as I loved them so much it was interesting to visit them again and get a lot more details about them. This was the outstanding church and convent. The road outside was once a canal.

The public church area. The painting behind the altar was added later. That area was once open into the convent area but after a visit by an Archbishop it was closed in by the painting. The nuns could still see through the grill underneath.

As the highlight of this tour was going to be a visit to The Last Supper there were a lot of references or copies of da Vinci’s work in other places we visited. Charles was able to educate us about his impact on the religious world. Leonardo used a very different style for his paintings which at first was very shocking to the art world and the church but then painters followed his lead.

The organ in the nun’s section.

Milan has a number of old established cafes.

Inside.

This is Milan’s second Opera theatre. It was built in 1939 as a cinema but in 1999 it was restored, reconstructed and modernised for Opera.

Maria Callas was a huge Italian Opera singer and when she dies they wanted to name a street after her but the streets around La Scala, which was were she mostly preformed, were too famous to rename. Now she gives her name to a very small street near the second Milan opera house.

Statue of Garibaldi the unifier of Italy.

Castello Sforzesco which was the C15 th seat for Milan’s ducal family.

It was both a fortress and home. The holes were used for scaffolding during battles.

This was once a moat but now you find lots of cats there to keep the rodents away. There is even a cat lady to look after them.

Drawbridge

Arco della pace was built in 1801 as an entrance arch to the city. Napoleon had ordered the demolition of much of the fortress which left space for the arch to be built.

Santa Maria delle Gracie church and convent where Leonardo da Vinci’s The Last Supper is found.

The Last Supper was thought to have been painted between 1495-1498 and was commissioned as part of a plan of renovations to the church and its convent buildings. It is one of the world’s most recognisable paintings. It is housed in the refectory of the convent. It was common to have a Last Supper and Crucification painting for the monks to contemplate during meal times. The Prior of the church was frustrated by the length of time that Leonardo was taking to paint the painting and the mess that he made but that was how he worked. Beside the quality of his painting Leonardo depicted the scene of the Last Supper of Jesus and his apostles, as it is told in the Gospel of John. He depicted the consternation that occurred among the 12 Apostles when Jesus announced that one of them would betray him. No one had ever done that before.

Due to the methods used, a variety of environmental factors and intentional damage, only little of the original painting remains today despite numerous restoration attempts, the last being completed in 1999. This last one took 22 years and has saved the painting.

Almost immediately after the painting was completed other artists copied Leonardo’s ideas and style so in many churches around Europe are examples of perhaps what the original almost looked like in colour and completeness. Bernardino Luini was one such painter so his Last Supper in Lugano and even in Milan is similar.

The stables were next to the refractory and at sometime a door was cut through the wall and through the painting. Jesus’s feet were lost but again from similar later paintings done they know what his feet originally looked like.

To protect the painting, viewing is strictly controlled. Up to 2 million people a year would like to see the painting but only 450,000 are given that privilege. We booked months ago. They only allow a small number in at a time which gives you plenty of space to see the painting and then a buzzer goes and you must leave. This lady makes sure everyone leaves.

This is the Crucification painting at the other end of the refractory.

During WWII the convent was heavily bombed and huge damage occurred. You can just see the Crucification on the wall. A bit of the edge was damaged.

The Last Supper was sandbagged all over so survived luckily as the wall around it was destroyed.

Next we caught a tram back closer to the centre. They run all the time so quick to catch.

We revisited the Finger at the Stock Exchange.

This building was built in the 30′s like the Stock Exchange and are good examples of Art Deco Brutalists style. Very imposing and solid.

We stopped for lunch and this colourful chandelier was in the cafe we went to. A bit different.

This building was a hospital during WWII and Earnest Hemmingway was treated here and fell in love with one of the nurses. His book Farewell to Arms was written as a consequence.

Santa Maria pressi San Satiro

This church was quite amazing as the altar looked very deep but it was all just a painted illusion. When the church was built they wanted to demolish the building behind to have enough room but there was a well established restaurant there and they didn’t want to move hence the illusion.

The altar was very shallow up close.

Old Venetian looking buildings in this area.

Statue of Leonardo da Vinci opposite La Scala.

La Scala is Milan’s famous Opera House. Opera was thought to have started in Italy and La Scala is the most renounced opera house in the world. The theatre was inaugurated on 3rd August 1778. Most of Italy's greatest operatic artists, and many of the finest singers from around the world, have appeared at La Scala. The theatre is regarded as one of the leading opera and ballet theatres in the world. Maria Callas was a famous Italian singer associated with La Scala for many years.

The Galleria is a truely beautiful space.

The story goes if you press your heal on the bull and twirl around it will bring you good luck. Lots of people were trying it out.

This was Prada’s first store started in 1913.

Central roof of the Galleria.

The Galleria

The Duomo is a very elegant building on the outside.

The square was crowded with people. It was a Sunday plus the Grand Prix was on. While we were there a flyby went over head heading towards Mons and the start of the race.

The huge bronze doors on the main entrance of the Duomo tell many stories from the bible.

The brown spots on the door is where the door has been repaired after bomb shrapnel damaged the door during WWII.

A mass was going on while we were there.

The Duomo is impressive and dominating. However, the outside is more decorative than the inside.

This is the statue of “St Bartholomew skinned”, made by the sculptor Marco d’Agrate in 1562 for the Veneranda Fabbrica of the Duomo. St Bartholomew was one of Christ’s twelve apostles, executed for his Christian faith, portrayed here based on how he is identified by iconography following the agony suffered.

The Saint, skinned alive, carries what looks like a drape on his shoulders and around his body. But it is his skin a clear reference to the torture inflicted The apostle was portrayed dressed holding a book and a knife; alluding to the Gospel proclaimed and martyrdom suffered.

The floor of the Duomo.

The tour finished at the Duomo and we were all full of great information. Maggie, Di and Myra headed back to the apartment but Glenice and I visited this bookshop in the Galleria as it had been recommended to her. It has been in this location since 1930 but the business was started in 1779. Glenice was in seventh heaven.

It had the most amazing floor. Made up of very unique different tiles.

The Art Gallery and unfortunately it will be closed tomorrow being a Monday.

Glenice and I were just wandering. This area around Via Brera is famous for its restaurants and bohemian atmosphere. Another interesting part of the city.

We found the restaurant we had booked for the night.

Lots of great places to chose from.

Our last dinner together and Di ‘s birthday. It was one of our nicer meals. It has been fabulous travelling with these women. We never run out of conversation.

Still a lot of people around the Galleria.

There are some nice restaurants inside. I imagine they would be expensive.

The Duomo lit up at night.

It took me about 40 minutes to walk home but I enjoyed the walk. The streets were well lit and there were plenty of people out and about. It’s good to walk off the meal. It

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weloficast vol.74 x DJ Windows 7

Weloficast vol.74 w/ DJ Windows 7

W: Hey, Javier! Tell us about your relationships with music. What role does it play in your life? At what point your love of music boiled over into creativity?

J: Music is what keeps me alive, we have a strange connection since childhood with different paradigms that disorient us from the subjective beauty of musical art, and it is interesting because it seems that music is also a social construction, which defines semantics and ecology. Music makes us emphatic, emancipates us, dates us from some event, makes our skin bristle, irritates us, makes us cry, hurts us, makes us laugh, makes us hate, separates us and also unites us. Our species gives meaning to this reality, and the construction of mine revolves around music, it's something that won't change for a long time.

W: When did DJ Windows 7 appear? In fact, you played quite a different music at first using your real name.

J: I like to think that my art is a holistic construction of personal events and the immutable mirror of my ephemeral path on this earth, DJ Windows 7 is a building built from love experiences, travel, personal problems, economic and social problems, illness, failed interpersonal relationships, fleeting friendships, and an endless number of events that fade into my memory, but last forever with what I do.

“Lo-fi House is well where it is right now, latent but not dead, an eclectic genre that does not store stadiums, but can know your soul”

W: What do you think about all this mess with lo-fi house? How is it going with the local scene?

J: In my natal it seems a bell of Gauss, reason why I knew recently Baltra and Demuja were in a bar of for the center, there are brotherhoods that are dedicated entirely to the House and in the ventilation of the same they meet me, but to be honest, the Lo-fi House is well where it is right now, latent but not dead, an eclectic genre that does not store stadiums, but can know your soul.

W: Is there any connection between your education specialization (philology) and music? Maybe you are planning to mix them in your future job or it will be in some other field?

J: I would love in the future to be able to make oratory in connection with my music, or to start writing independently about the stories of my tracks, I think I could strengthen the abstract core. On the other hand, I'm fascinated by dialectics and philosophy, I'm very attached to science and research, I think it's a side that as artists we should not neglect.

W: You send us a very interesting essay “The all behind the music”* about the nature of dance. Tell us a bit more about it.

J: I usually write when I find inspiration, when events merit it, I really would have liked to write something more formal, since only the thoughts passed by and I unite them, as such I am not schematic, I do not try to hierarchize what I write, I like the spontaneity of my art and so I am for any work that I develop, I hope you liked the essay.

* available below

W: Any future plans (releases, collabs)?

J: I finished two good tracks at work, I'm in mastering, hard work to buy a small synthesizer, something I can take everywhere, I would start my live sets on the street, maybe I did not comment, but I manage to survive playing the guitar in the streets, so yes, music has control of my life and so far continues to give me incredible experiences. On the other hand, next year I hope to have my first dates in Mexico and if possible outside my country as well, it is an honor to be working for different labels, some indecent and others that give me their full support.

W: 5 tracks that sound fresh for you now.

J: It's always difficult to answer such ambiguous questions, but there it goes:

Slim Hustla - Outer Streets Inner Peace

jamesjamesjames – Bladee

CBS - Szmynthaus

DJ Windows 7 - Cruda Vida

DOS - Need U

I appreciate the interview. Going this far isn't easy for me.

Text: Yuliana Kondrashova

Cover: Artemy Garibaldi

The all behind the music:

Until it does some time thought that by nature the musical art had to generate in the misfortune and in the poverty for emancipar the cruelty, attained to affirm my premise with the experience; but I darse of something: the music is an abstract construction of our reality, and with this want to say that a construction has to do with good foundations to prevail by always, and do not say it by security, but along all this cimentación have found me with far friends (the others for the psychology), that lost in the agony and despair look for to give him a solution to his situation partner-economic with the music, bad time for them because the art does not go of this hand.

The musical art is not a ballast, represents the union of entes ranged inside a same be, likewise if it lacks sustantividad will lose the essence of the truth to deceive to others, memory very well that Manuel Valls Gorina in his book Introduction to the music admired to the music like a spiritual creation of the human activity, therefore all music had a sense and an end, that is to say “has to serve for something”, until this point seems me interesting rescue the main chimaera in function of what competes us today: the dance.

What is the dance? Some time ask it? Why we do it? It is a reaction that produces dopamine in our body?

It seemed that we do not darse, only we do it, and by cultural construction move the foot when listening a kick very high, if we could think it our brain does not prepare the back conviction, that is to say, do not know when this kick will appear, but when it goes out out of nowhere have a hormigueo in the stomach that us bank to explode in frenzy, now very can have substance in the music of dance?, clear that have it and will follow it having, but this depends on the first construction holística spoken in the main paragraphs: the artist.

In spite of being despised by many and loved by more next, the music of dance can arrive until where deserve and propose, with this would like me join the two previous variables; the spiritual power of the artworks and his impact in those who appreciate danzar and breathe an intrinsic connection with the artistic creator, therefore the intersubjetividad is present and can not despise it by the fact of not being able to palparla, in given cases, if it is not that in the majority, in this life can become better feel that possess, no only applies to the musical field; we have based our modern life to the properties and the wish, and to his step forget the most important of the human construction: the art and what the same lodges in our experiences.

The impact of the music of dance has gone further of our borders, and has been with us by almost but of a century, to part to do us vibrate and burst in paroxysm represents a culture of social power and the explosion of the communities in inconformidad; we notice it in Chicago, live it in Detroit and follows us surprising in Tbilisi.

The generate culture of dance represents the purest of the human being, because it does not arrive to limit by the laziness or the penalty, manages the leaves of the simplicity and encourages to the collective explosion, already think it: if there is something bad behind the life, have to dance.

Javier Perzabal

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The Road to Venice

June 8 23

ITALY JOURNAL

Arsenale stop on Colonna,

Garibaldi street

Venice..

10.15 pm

When we had landed and figured out how to buy a ticket to travel to where we were staying in Venice, which was supervised by two very expressive ladies from the City who explained things, but it cost £45 or so for three days travel!! And about £10 to get a boat to Arsenale, the nearest stop to where we were staying.

We left the airport and made our way down miles it seemed of escalator until we came out into modern high wharf covered in where beautiful fast boats keep arriving and leaving, causing much splashing of water. I’ve never seen boats in Devon or Cornwall arrive or leave with so much splashing and heaving, however it was glorious fun and the sun was shining on this lovely fun, everyone was having a great time, getting into fast boats and dashing off. Very dashing. It wasn’t like that when I visited thirty- five years ago. There were boats, much smaller ones and just a very humble wharf and that was it. It was sandy and marshy and just one small quay to tie boats up at and it may well have been wood. Now it is glorious and fun for the visitors. When the water taxi arrived, it did so with a great splash and rush and I was told, ‘Quickly, quickly!’ by the man at the boat as we got on the taxi.

Then the trip was divine, in sunshine, on a main road or waterway marked by wooden posts and in the distance the skyline of Venice, immortalised by all those painters, arose from the land, like a heaven, everywhere beautiful buildings arose from the sea and hung there. It was like they were suspended in thin air.

Then that night we walked in the evening watching the water moving on sudden canals and boats rushing, but quietly, lit by green and red lights, the wash quietly moving everywhere.

People in apartments that over looked the canal were living their precious lives, small quiet alleyways that are streets and people’s houses overlooking everything. Then the life on the main street where there were so many people eating and talking and being together, entertaining one another. Fancy!

At Arsenale, we could watch the big boats go by, lit up at night, perhaps car ferries, to who knows where? We couldn’t tell, we didn’t know where they were coming from or where they were going to, but that was the beauty of it, the push toget somewhere to reach something was utterly gone andjust this wash of the sea over a shallow lagoon, without the deep reaching to deep of the ocean.

We sat and looked at the lightning lighting up the sky over the lagoon. What luck to be here and see all this! I only got it because someone else chucked it over and cancelled. Ain’t life funny?

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Week 5. Peruvian traditions by Ricardo Palma. Pages read: 230 - 265. Word count: 507

Summary In the Story called Peruvian traditions by Ricardo palma seven stories were told their names were the majors calf, letters from the general commander to the gerona to his family in the Alejandro imperial, the liberator three etc., the Inca who played chess, manco inca, between garibaldi and me and consolation. For example in the story the liberators three etc. was about bolivar the great liberator. Who was a very clean and meticulous man and he was staying in proof for four years but before his arrival he said the letter asking for a room in housing and everything he needed to be stayed comfortably. The letter was then given to a commander who instructed someone else to take care of all these duties that was needed to be done before the liberator got there and in part of the letter it said that there needed to be a good bed and etc. as a young person did not understand what that was and was just told that it was something he would need every day so he went on to find women for the liberator it was told that if it wasn't for women the liberator wouldn't have been so successful and explained a little bit of the woman is role into his life. Another one would be the angle play chess was just about one of the Incas who would text other people in chest instead of sometimes fighting or making deals with others they would play chess and the winner would get what they wanted. Critical analysis Ricardo Palma story is about the past the Peruvian path that has been going on for generations like folk stories and they are told differently each story has some type of undertone to it for example in the story the liberator street etc. The undertone was more of a humorous side. In this quote Palma uses humor when he says. “My dear fellow! You spent more on cigars in a liberator on cologne”. In order to reveal something serious that the person that is being talked about in the story like to smoke which cost money compared to the liberator who always waste a lot of money almost 3000 pesos on cologne. But in the story between gardibaldi and me The undertone was observant outsider. “ The great captain who had humiliated the battle hardened the army of Tarrant roses thanks to his renowned he was looked upon in lima with admiration and great respect. Rather than making him the center of attention in this quote Palma describes the surrounding of the great captain now being admired by the people with specific phrases such as in order to reveal something important about the character namely that he went from being very heated and left at two now be known as a hero. Personal response This was the last story and week of me reading this book and I actually really liked it I did think the story of the consolation was really nice because Ricardo himself was talking to the reader in the first few pages and then went into an actual story short one but still felt very personal to me. Overall I do think my knowledge about something from Peru did grow and was able to talk about a few people to my mother. I didn’t know some folklore stories about witches which were pretty intriguing and funny.

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Scattered across Italy are tiny towns that look like postcards. An old fortress on top of a hill, lush greenery covering the mountain. And even lower - green fields, vineyards, the smooth surface of the lake or the coveted sea beach. In many of them you can buy a house for quite reasonable money. Let's tell you about a few of these places.

Porlezza, Lombardy

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Desenzano del Garda, Lombardy

Desenzano del Garda is a small town on the shore of Lake Garda. It has been one of the favorite vacation spots since the Ancient Rome. The city is still decorated with ancient cathedrals and its history can be studied in the local archaeological museum. Here are the ruins of the famous Roman villa, and in the vicinity are several prehistoric houses, which are among the World Heritage sites of UNESCO.

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Parrano, Umbria

Although people have lived here since the Paleolithic Age, the current population of the commune is under 500. The main local attraction is the castle built on Roman ruins. And below is a real medieval village with narrow streets and crowded stone houses! The hillside is occupied by Bagno del Diavolo Park with thermal springs that are considered beneficial both for drinking and bathing.

Part of the ancient mansion of almost 200 square meters for sale for €130 thousand. The house stands in a vast garden among the olive trees, the windows offer a panoramic view of the green hills of Umbria. You can come here with a large group, to live permanently or to spend a vacation. Around here are dozens of similarly pretty towns in Umbria and Tuscany, which can easily be reached in half an hour.

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Another old town in the hills of Umbria. The first evidence of it dates to XIII century. The castle, cathedrals, and fortress walls were rebuilt many times. There are numerous churches (some of them from the XVII century), a clock tower, medieval wells, and the Teatro dei Rustici, built in the XVIII century, one of the smallest theaters in the world. Here one can wander through cobblestone and basalt streets and enjoy views of the Chiana River valley. Agriculture in the area has become the engine of tourism. People come to Monteleone to see the olive groves and especially the saffron fields, which have been grown here since the Middle Ages.

A chic option is a six-room apartment in an old three-story house in the heart of Monteleone. Inside - modern comfort and elegant furnishings, outside - stone walls and cobblestone sidewalk. The windows overlook the same tiny neighboring town. The asking price is €135,000.

Silvi-Marina, Abruzzo.

The town of Silvi is mentioned in the documents of XIII century. Now this village is divided into two parts. On the hill stands, as it should be, the old town - Silvi Paeze - with ancient churches and chapels. And below, on the coast of the Adriatic Sea, is the popular resort of Silvi Marina. Its beautiful golden sandy beaches were awarded the Blue Flag in 2008.

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