Tag Archives: memories

Soap, Skin, Space, and Boats

There are piles of boxes that lie unopened, on top of each other, in shelves in my parents’ house. Some full of letters and received postcards, others of little objects. One of those is a small black polished stone with an engraving of a jumping cow with a heart in its belly, which I got […]

A Trip to the Seaside

I’ll always remember being a young teen and hearing for the first time the story of my paternal grandmother, Paola, coming home from the hairdresser to her parents dead and a house falling apart, having been hit by a bomb exactly in those couple of hours that she was away. I can’t help but wonder […]

Home is the place you miss.

It has been a very heavy and strange weekend; I was out buying film when the first mentions of the bomb explosion appeared on Friday afternoon. Somehow I was walking down the streets with Lupercalia in my ears, being oblivious to the music, trying to get in touch with everyone I knew who was in […]

On Black Stars and True Love.

Back in my youth, in the days of Buckley obsession, I also fell hard for Radiohead‘s The Bends. Somehow, when I was 12 or 13, that record felt perfect from beginning to end; not a single track to be kept aside and thrown out. Albums like the Bends or Grace (or, more recently, Hospice and […]