Archive for December 2009
Les Femmes Yvo Bisignano
We are at Christmas.
An art exhibition is an opportunity to meet some 'friends before December 25, 2009. What a coincidence to your doorstep (in Piazza Cantore) Ivo exhibited his "Femmes." Ivo I know a little more than a year and a half. We are friends, but we have more often worked on various projects, not the least of my video "Alone" and I must say, i am a big "fan" because he is an artist. And I love the artists and he is pure. Pure and Artist. 
He has a concept of beauty distant, aloof, austere, elegant, but at the same time is bad ... well, fun!
The style of the "Femmes" is of course impeccable, pleasantly snobby, not by acquisition, but by nature. Are between them, or sun for ever. Have clear eyes, as sea water, as in the photographs of Lindbergh, have long necks like Modigliani and are colorful, colorful. The colors are determined, net, but next to each other with taste and skill. The styles of clothes and hair, sometimes of hats, ranging, from the '30s to the '50s to late '70s. But, while the eye color is invariably light blue, hair color turns pink, red, green, purple, orange. The poses of sophisticated elegance ... we see the front, three-quarter profile, his head slightly bowed. In some of them read the boredom, the other evil, and in others a sort of slight smile, almost a circumstance, aristocratic, archaic as a "kouros of melos".
The femmes are a riot of color and expressiveness. Of life. "The femmes" are watching us, watching us drink in their suits, with rosy cheeks and lips red and burgundy, with their cloche hats and necklaces of precious stones so that, from time to time, looking around, I seem to have almost aristocratic compassion for these human beings who are desperately trying to make sense of the time, love and riots in the streets.
Thanks Ivo, Merry Christmas.
Paola Iezzi
LES FEMMES
"Women sad, melancholy, cocteauiane, always perfect in the group but of course the sun, where solitude give vent to their creativity to be unique, unreachable, in the way they appear against them and against a society that represents them . "
Yvo Bisignano
Oil on canvas, oil on wood, bright colors and sharp, violent brushstrokes disinclined to nuances.
IVO BISIGNANO. Sicilian by birth, he studied and graduated in architecture in Berlin, then the Master.
Versatile talent working in different areas of the fashion industry; Ivo is an illustrator for Conde Nast, Rizzoli and Mondadori. At the same time is stylist and fashion consultant, participating in numerous art projects around the world.
Exhibition at the "Vavamoom" Piazzale Antonio Cantore, 3, Milan. Until January 6, 2010.
Above the interior of Vavavoom Piazza Cantore, below from left Filippo Maria Biraghi Flamboyant, Yvo Bisignano and me.
Above Andrea Boschetti Flamboyant with me, beside me again, and Philip, also is part of Ivo Flamboyant Magazine. My dress and my coat are by Francesco Scognamiglio
"Gold Seeker" portraits
THE GOLD RUSH
Who is looking for more dirty now.
Taken by mechanisms of omnipotence, immersed in everything that we already have and never enough. Never enough for us. You go to pick up where we know there is. Without too much effort.
For the pioneers was the fever. Raved. After months, years spent with his legs to soak into waterways in search of yellow nuggets.
Hoping to find something that would change the course of their existence. To break free from poverty, they were overtaken by a misery far worse. That the destruction of himself. Of the total identification with the "gold" desires. The Golden ...
Became a nugget of gold themselves. A multitude of people, immigrants, of seekers, destitute, hungry, convict, of fathers, brothers, husbands ... looking ... prayed with faith, hope of finding ...
Faces proven dirty. Eyes wide open, eyes tired, hallucinating, delusional to the glimmer of a dream: to escape poverty. Finding enough to survive, but on the whole dream. Dreaming of a better, more beautiful and livable. A 'decent living.
What remains today of dreams? What is gold? There's more gold. There is almost nothing. Our world collapses. Our culture gold sinks, enamored of itself, collapses.
We were looking for gold, but thought to pursue happiness. So? We are confused, it is true, we were wrong, because gold and happiness are different things. Even children know this.
Paola Iezzi
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The photographs are by Paolo Santambrogio;
The portraits were made Sardengna in Sulcis.
GloriaMaria Gallery opening
In Milan, Via Watt to 32, created a new art space: GLORIAMARIA GALLERY , founded by Gloria Maria Cappelletti.
Gloria has always been close to the art world, having worked for many years in the fashion industry and for some time as an agent of photographers, he decided to devote himself completely to his new company.
The Gallery was inaugurated Thursday, December 3 with the exhibition "THE BAY PYRATE" greek artist Miltos Manetas , for years a friend of Gloria Cappelletti. The exhibition is curated by Daniela Palazzoli.
These are some oil paintings, all depicting the same person, or a pirate galleon. Within the framework Miltos Manetas has put a hard drive with a USB output, anyone bringing their own laptop can connect and download multimedia content that belong to the artist and his life as his favorite albums, movies, pictures and another.
The concept behind the exhibition is the " Piracy Manifesto ", which deals with the issue of internet piracy.
About the Internet I link another " Internet Manifesto ", written by some German bloggers about the role of journalism on the net.
The theme is very interesting and certainly very timely. Deserves attention and investigation. All of us should ever deal with the network and its system. In my area in particular, issues such as copyright, sharing music and video clips, will be crucial for the evolution and survival of the artists and music.
And 'everything will be all very fast, so I think it's very important to stay up to date and ready to change.
In the top left of the entrance tunnel, right Gloria Cappelletti, Alice Gentilucci, me and Marcelo Burlon. Under the work of Miltos Manetas in the exhibition.
