Some catching up on my recent activities:
Let's catch up a bit, as I've been awfully uncommunicative lately.
A while back M.M.C. and I were invited to a evening in honor of the Italian Futurists in Milan. A big exhibit dedicated to Futurism had just been on in Paris, and another had opened in Milan. If you're not familiar with this extraordinary wave of designers, authors, painters, noise musicians and madmen obsessed with movement, technology, and militarism, then peek here.
Of course the irony of the evening was that the location could hardly have been more ancient and charming: the Casa degli Atellani, the palace where Leonardo Da Vinci stayed while he was working on The Last Supper.
Our charming host and star in the Italian publishing firmanent, L.F.G., looking dashing next to "La Principessa" who looks better in that hat than I do.
Official photos! I love that diffused flash, yes I do.
Futurist song and dance (really odd and lovely) was going on the whole evening, accompanied by a lovely buffet including Milanese saffron risotto, which I happen to love.
Us kids: La Principessa, P. di D., decorator and madman, D.T., author from Turin, M.M.C., and myself, after a few glasses. It helped me in my battle with the waves of Italian intellotalk. I wish I actually had photos of the interior of this extraordinary palace which is now L.F.G.'s home. We wandered all about, even through through the silent painted rooms upstairs and then out into the wet garden, breathing the cold air under the spotted, weatherbeaten statues. It was such a night.
A while back M.M.C. and I were invited to a evening in honor of the Italian Futurists in Milan. A big exhibit dedicated to Futurism had just been on in Paris, and another had opened in Milan. If you're not familiar with this extraordinary wave of designers, authors, painters, noise musicians and madmen obsessed with movement, technology, and militarism, then peek here.
Of course the irony of the evening was that the location could hardly have been more ancient and charming: the Casa degli Atellani, the palace where Leonardo Da Vinci stayed while he was working on The Last Supper.
Our charming host and star in the Italian publishing firmanent, L.F.G., looking dashing next to "La Principessa" who looks better in that hat than I do.
Official photos! I love that diffused flash, yes I do.
Futurist song and dance (really odd and lovely) was going on the whole evening, accompanied by a lovely buffet including Milanese saffron risotto, which I happen to love.
Us kids: La Principessa, P. di D., decorator and madman, D.T., author from Turin, M.M.C., and myself, after a few glasses. It helped me in my battle with the waves of Italian intellotalk. I wish I actually had photos of the interior of this extraordinary palace which is now L.F.G.'s home. We wandered all about, even through through the silent painted rooms upstairs and then out into the wet garden, breathing the cold air under the spotted, weatherbeaten statues. It was such a night.