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Respira forte, è l’odore della notte estiva. Seppellitti di pioggia aspettiamo il sole come se cambiasse qualcosa, e si gira di più per guadagnare tempo al tempo. I miei castelli di sabbia hanno fondamenta di cemento armato con le licenze, io ho responsabilità, ho libertà, ho amore. Guardami, non ti sembra che i miei trentatrè anni siano ancora pochi, certi minuti? Guardami bene, il fluttuare delle benzine e del grano mi lasciano intatta, ho costruito il mio mondo attorno a quello che non cambia, e qualche volta il mio albero mi dà frutti non solo buoni ma anche belli. Guardami, porca miseria, ho ricominciato a fumare, ad attardarmi, ad essere inquieta. Verrà il giorno in cui riposarsi, ma non ancora.
I am a geek, i can sort a wlan in minutes and i am one of those few italians that can obtain a lot from computers, printers and electricity in one day. I love mac, eventhought the roundness of their genious templates lately makes me sick: i hate pretty-girly-things.
Here’s the joy of my day, the soundtrack of my life, the book of my emotions: music. I am listening to Scott Matthews continuously now, and Edith Piaf. My playlist is so important that i decided to have back up copies made every month, to be sure that wherever i go i have a cd with me and force it to those kind hosts that can handle me for some hours. I find last Chaka Khan’s album a gift of God, and singing it in my studio gives me goose bumps. I have an LP reader again, i buy LPs and collect them like i have to die tomorrow.
Having spent the major part of my life trying to understand and kick the west market, i find myself now more and more attracted to the east and, like a child who watches a falling star blaming it on the magic, i am approaching the eastern side of the world with a few ideas and knowledge; mrs Irina Varfolomejeva, stunningly beautiful and intelligent, is my tutor right now, and i am completely fashinated by her memories, her taste and her approach to things. On the other hand, Dott.ssa Bartolini (Carlotta, for her friends) has brought order and morality in my life with her example and enthusiasm. I am living a happy period of my life, where women around me inspire my day and push me to be better. I love women, and they generally love me.
I am on the commercial side of properties: i rent them, i consult for people selling and buying them, i have even approached Philippe Stark’s YOO project some weeks ago with no results – my investor wasn’t that big of an investor i’d say. I know the property market quite well and i know what works but, most of all, i know what will work in few years, and this comes from the extraordinary amount of readings i dedicate time to during the year. It also has roots in my first job, lolly-pop runner as tour escort in Tuscany and consultant to promote agriturismo (farmhouses) through new technologies, where i have seen two thirds of these incoming activities/properties fail miserably under their inadequate standards of aesthetics and services. Art & Architecture became naturally my daily inspiration and certainly the future of my job: i have now quite a number of villas and castles where temporary collection of arts are put for a week, maximum two, for the joy of the guests. Enjoying a timeless painting in the sumptuous corridor of the castle you have rented for few days, being able to dedicate all the time you want to it, absorbing the message of his/her author with no people around, knowing that you might as well get your morning smoothy brought to you right there, this is luxury. I like properties with a well defined soul, i admire the work of architects with the same religious respect i have for my Country, the land of beauty, the refugium of a lot of brilliant minds i happened to meet during my life. It will take at least ten more years before i am able to express any opinion about the art collections i actually show, it is a very difficoult skill to acquire and i have never believed in the emotional side of the judgement. I am an enthusiastic ignorant, who studies on saturday and sunday, when possible, when my baby girl Cecilia doesn’t involve me in Teletubbies hard core sessions in her bedroom: she’s my inspiration, my motor, the reason i feel invincible like never before.
