The world is big. The top is not so big. I have escaped, ran away to get away from madness. And the time of holiday arrived. So, a low cost, the B?neasa Airport (remarkable, clearly), I push myself to complete the things I kept wishing for. From a health point of view, it was the right time. Getting relaxed I mean. I start reading a volume by Alessandro Baricco – “The Barbarians. An essay on the Mutation” – perhaps you heard of it, or even read it by now.
It seems rather difficult in this background of a village station. The Romanians around me strangely speak in Italian. Or something close to Italian. I still have that feeling that something will disappear from my pocket if I stick to this Baricco, so I change it for something easier, switch from the volume to a Rolling Stone magazine. If you fancy the rock, punch or pop culture, it’s great to have it at home. I look at Iggy Pop’s tattoos, I look at the tattoos in the sports outfits around me. I browse through it, and sort of fiddle around in the sun of window. I dream of getting a tattoo shop. The best sold tattoo would be one of a grand villa. In front of it, a sexy sport car. At the bottom, a few ladies with exotic names. One is a mermaid. I hope it sells well. I will not lose the contact with design then. The design of villas, I mean. Or perhaps I can manage both as a package. Bring your girlfriend along, get two tattoos of the wanted villa (façade and axis) and get the second pack for free.
WE ALL TURN INTO ASSASINS, HOMELESS OR… DECORATORS
That’s the end of an article in the Rolling Stone magazine about a broadcast about the life of interior designers in Los Angeles, available at BRAVOtv. Dot com, of course. I love books, they are so decorative, one of the decorators says on bravotv. I think I read that in Umberto Eco’s “The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana” about designers who buy old books as bulk goods to convey a distinguished feature for their rooms. The books, especially the spine, are decorative. And look like a coat of arms. That’s what Baricco says when he looks at Igres’ Monsieur Rivière: a sight by Mozart and a volume by Rousseau well placed in the painting, and we realize that Monsieur Rivi is a scholar. So, at least for that reason the pleasure to print and buy books will survive for. Since we’re not going to place our ipads on the shelves – they are getting thinner and thinner anyway…
Since we speak about this, there are another 20 minutes of this flight, let me browse the Wired. A serious magazine and it (gadgets, communication, the culture of technology) says we are ravaged by the digital memory. The article is right, I think: the memory formats changed too many times since the early start of the digital era, and we haven’t got to the middle yet, it will keep on changing. Try this on your own and access info stocked on a CD some… 7 years ago. No way. Over 90% are no good any longer. We trust the .jpg to such a point, that any day may turn into a digital revolution! I sort of breathe relaxed that my holiday starts with good news: the print is still needed (it lasts at least one hundred years). Long live Zeppelin then! And enjoy this new issue. The flight is over, the pilot gets a tough landing for my taste, but the Romanian-Italians clap frantically.
