Milan, Oct. 31, Halloween. All the wonderful party Giampaolo Sgura, Marnau Miguel and Marco Braga. The theme ... is ... that's incredible ... and then ... THE CIRCUS free rein to the imagination. Because the circus is nothing else but the materialization of the dream of dreams. And 'the environment of the visionaries, poets, acrobats, the romantics. Of those who spend their lives suspended in midair between what is real and what can only dream of, just as a trapeze artist, just like a tightrope, as "the man who walks on broken glass" or "the woman gun ", as the lion tamer, or the ballerina, the weightlifter, dressed up like animals with hats, accessories and garments (and thus also their dreams), or as the shooter of knives and his beautiful woman like dartboard living as the host or the clown, the Pierrot, like the dwarfs, excluded from a society that accepts diversity, become special in the highest sense of the word, and find their meaning in artistic expression that represents the circus.
All perfect, all the impossible and therefore ... "and Venghino siorre siorri, venghino to zircoooo!" In a whirl of petticoats, masks, wigs, playing cards, trends, pop corn, giant poodles on roller skates, majorettes , bearded women, men on stilts, music, a bit 'of absinthe and stardust, materialized here in Milan, as a patron, the glowing wonder of "Hallowood", the circus for one year, 2009, which finally ends. A year of crisis, sufferings, and catastrophes ... abduction. And of course, and as always, the subtraction increases the desire of the dream and reconciles it to men. It makes almost tangible, well, the imagination, a little 'darkened, set aside, snubbed almost invariably comes back on more alive than ever.
Because the circus is in us all. The circus will not forget.
This we were Oct. 31 at the Hallowood "no place" of "all possible"

My make-up is by Letizia Masters, styling Ivo Bisignano;
the photos are taken from Facebook