Random
Pieces of me
I was in Umbria some days ago. I wandered through Perugia while some great musicians filled the air with jazz and blues and funk too.
I left some pieces of me in the town, wonder who’ll get them.
Farewell to winter
Winter passed away. Let’s do a minute of silence under this heavy monsonic rain to remember the good time we had in the snow storms.
let's now proceed forward to summer
la luce filtra
Sometimes light finds her way through the fog, bringing unexpected sensations. You can’t erase the blackness around you but those who can stop and absorb the feeling will have a big healing from a single ray of light.
the glory
Instants
Any polaroid lover out there?
This summer, in Berlin, i got a talk with some Polaroid staff saying istant film should be back on the shelves before summer. I can’t wait, my fridge stock of film is gone and i really cannot wait.
By the way, where are all the polaroids i’ve shot during the years? I’ve been searching for them in the mess but still no survivors.
My cat Gigi is really a people's cat
for those who didn't know, Toio passed away a couple of months ago, he was almost sixteen
breakfast
breakfast and osmizas seems to be the two hot topics of the month, let’s put em together!
Breakfast in osmiza!
(and yes, this is the best i can do playing with words)
join us and your sunday's breakfast will never look the same
in the mornings
In the mornings i sometimes like to have a good book around to read while i’m having my tea.
Today i’d like to point out the one i’m having for breakfast lately, Emmanuel Guibert’s The Photographer: Into War-torn Afghanistan with Doctors Without Borders , a documentary mix of photos and comic graphics of Afghanistan in the late 80s.
Valerio de Camillis , his morning
uninteresting update
INFO page is up. There’s a small records of all the major (lol) public things i’ve done until now. So go there and lol.
Also, thanks to Scarlet for using and crediting my pictures from the Pieffe night.
You might be interested in knowing that one of the most popular topics on this blog is the Osmiza thing. It’s peculiar how somebody came across this blog by typing “Osmica what does it mean” and actually found an answer.
wow.
Oh, i can’t leave you without at least a photo. It seems that the post’s theme is “pointless” so here i go.
Andrea in Montmartre
Yes, wee kend
Friday finally.
Having a daytime office job i can fully appreciate the magic of Friday afternoon.
Let the weekend begin
OsmizaOsmizaOsmiza
Osmiza.
What to do in a cloudy, depressing day? The first suggestion i got from a friend hit me deep in the heart. Osmiza.
“Osmiza is a special licence once issued by the Austro-Hungarian empire to farmers, who, for a maximum of eight days (osem in Slovenian) could sell their produce without actually becoming a business concern (and thereby avoiding substantial fiscal pressure).”[...]
“The Karst is known for its »osmice« where farmers open their doors and serve their homegrown food and wine for one week every year. To find an osmica you just have to follow the hand made wooden signs (with the village name on it and a branch hanging from it) at each junction which indicate where an osmica is taking place.
The tradition of osmice in Primorska date back to the Habsburg Empire under Maria Teresa’s reign. Traditional osmicas were very different from osmicas of today.”[...]
“Il Carso, the mountainous region on the Italian-Slovenian border, provides us not only with prosecco, but also an example of the value of local languages. In the dialetto carsico, which I am informed is possibly the ‘weirdest dialect in the world’, words like osmiza have evolved which describe very particular expressions of culture. (An osmiza is a farmhouse, where wine or grappa is made, and every now and then is transformed into a bar.)” [...](Cambridge World Oral Literature Project)
I searched the net for a good article explaining the Osmiza Concept to you my dear britons but all i could find where cold dictionary-like definition. Osmiza is something more like a state of mind, a safe place to rest, a no man’s land in everyday’s struggle. I could find just one good article that could explain things in the language they where ment to be lived, but you have to be fluent in italian.
If you are, i suggest you read this article by Sigrid, a eno-photo blogger that actually works in the eno-photo field 
From Colludrozza's Osmiza
Time to think
Tired.
Today i had a small chat about cameras. It was all about how reflex become a burden when you’re just wandering around with nothing planned. I agree since sometimes i don’t feel well bringing a bag with a body and a couple of lenses with me.. I don’t feel well having to pull them out, frame, focus, shoot, look, shoot again. Mostly when i do this with a reflex i get a scary reaction from my “street” subject. Like if i had a gun.
That’s why i mostly walk around with an Olympus XA. Nobody cares if you’re shooting with an old compact film camera, they just ignore you. And this gives me time to think and blend.
i'm tired
2010 Calendar
You’re still in time, get a 2010 Calendar now! Even if the cover’s anonymous believe me the content isn’t.
Disponibile anche a mano a Trieste, in tiratura limitata.
