and you thought you were minimalist

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

frozen


A frozen soul.
In a frozen body.
In a frozen world.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

tube


Why are you looking at me? I'm just stealing your soul.

Monday, December 8, 2008

piccadilly


When I was a kid, I was convinced it was some kind of famous circus, with acrobats, clowns, tigers and lions.
I still had a tiny hope to see a tiger as I was stepping out from the underground station.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

breakfast


As soon as I landed in Stansted, the concept of mushrooms has started to flash in my mind.

Friday, December 5, 2008

orange


There's this sweet and sour story about a leaf asking for an emergency parachute but everybody around has already disappeared, so the leaf closes its eyes and the wind blows gently.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

ciampino


Sometimes it helps focusing on little details rather than on the overall picture.
This is especially true when the overall picture is Ciampino.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

fog


“Your last wish, Mr. Leaf?”
“I want to learn how to play cello, I want to play Bach's first suite for cello solo on a lakefront and while I play I want to sense the fog slowly taking possession of me, every single molecule of mine.”