What To Use To Master Bate With Lub

Comics - Part One - e. passions. . Strontium ©

The first artistic passion that I felt in my life, and so far the one I conducted for a period of time than all the others, is that for storytelling in comics.
This art form, as we all know by now, too often discredited unjustly accused of childishness, discredited, indicated as the source of many illnesses, particularly adolescent generation, is actually one of the most complex and complete forms of communication through art of all the existing ones, second only alo live show and the movies ( which the imagery of the account then tramutatasi in comics is obvious ancestor).
not remember how many comics I read in my life, too, dicerto, always.
I remember in my childhood, a mountain of Mickey Mouse, not only the contemporaries of those days (the 80s) but also and perhaps especially some books that my grandfather kept with care, the very old strips in BN when we got very around the average company in camp with stories such as Mickey Mouse or something.
My father put us on his part TEX.
an avalanche of tex, that I, probably because of age, I could not appreciate and, above all seemed to me a shocking flatness, that only after I re-evaluated, while remaining except in the case of some extraordinary story of my alert child.
also I read the old Marvel superhero comics publisher HORN.
Those were my favorites, all HUK, Thor, The Fantastic Four, but not always managed to have them and so continuity interrupted by a register other than that I could buy with the first pocket money, I spoiled the reading. Then began
to get the other Bonelli: Mystere Martyn, Dylan Dog, Nick Raider ... I did not mind, but even I liked.
In middle school, I forget which year, I am a better butchers the burden of pneumonia with pleurisy, a sweet, and I was housebound for nearly two months.
prostrated by fever, cough, difficulty speaking and breathing, I can only read, and then I asked the father to bring me some comic book superheroes, especially Spider-Man.
So he did, I devoured the comic (which was now published by Star Comics) and I got to the last page of the publication of other books on the newsstands. So
discovered the series and characters that I did not know they had arrived in Italy: The Punisher, X-Men, the Fantastic 4 the new series drawn by John Byrne.
was the love and passion, my father forced him to consume a good part of his salary to buy almost everything that came out during those months, and ate it all.
Once they walked out, from pneumonia, I was sick of comicsmania.

Since then I never stopped reading fmetti for long periods of time also began to draw the attention to quell'assurdante world. Filled up
diaries diaries drawing crowds, who slowly began to take the form of absurd comic stories, whose protagonists were often comoagni my school life and friends.
also began to write in a methodical, stories of all kinds, all dramatically idiotic.
rejoiced in those years, and I suggested once again that I started a comic strip in a continuous and professional, once out of high school ....
And it was there, one or two years after the end of high school, about to join the "International School of Comics", which gave birth to a creature that is still affezzionato, whose adventures living on a myspace too omitted. A real friend with whom I was, in terms of stories, a bit too much shit, I do. And perhaps more than on him, the stories focus on one of my phobia, to become part of a flock in need of amanciparmi by common rules that I had too many INPOST in my youth. How we laugh behind his back, but I have to admit that they were all very loving ... Here, I want to give the myspace link for the creation of this bastard, and the first of his adventures.
not do it, knowing of my bastardy, I absolutely need to let you see ....

Here it is: Strontium ©

My space de "Strontium ©"

What To Use To Master Bate With Lub

Comics - Part One - e. passions. . Strontium ©

The first artistic passion that I felt in my life, and so far the one I conducted for a period of time than all the others, is that for storytelling in comics.
This art form, as we all know by now, too often discredited unjustly accused of childishness, discredited, indicated as the source of many illnesses, particularly adolescent generation, is actually one of the most complex and complete forms of communication through art of all the existing ones, second only alo live show and the movies ( which the imagery of the account then tramutatasi in comics is obvious ancestor).
not remember how many comics I read in my life, too, dicerto, always.
I remember in my childhood, a mountain of Mickey Mouse, not only the contemporaries of those days (the 80s) but also and perhaps especially some books that my grandfather kept with care, the very old strips in BN when we got very around the average company in camp with stories such as Mickey Mouse or something.
My father put us on his part TEX.
an avalanche of tex, that I, probably because of age, I could not appreciate and, above all seemed to me a shocking flatness, that only after I re-evaluated, while remaining except in the case of some extraordinary story of my alert child.
also I read the old Marvel superhero comics publisher HORN.
Those were my favorites, all HUK, Thor, The Fantastic Four, but not always managed to have them and so continuity interrupted by a register other than that I could buy with the first pocket money, I spoiled the reading. Then began
to get the other Bonelli: Mystere Martyn, Dylan Dog, Nick Raider ... I did not mind, but even I liked.
In middle school, I forget which year, I am a better butchers the burden of pneumonia with pleurisy, a sweet, and I was housebound for nearly two months.
prostrated by fever, cough, difficulty speaking and breathing, I can only read, and then I asked the father to bring me some comic book superheroes, especially Spider-Man.
So he did, I devoured the comic (which was now published by Star Comics) and I got to the last page of the publication of other books on the newsstands. So
discovered the series and characters that I did not know they had arrived in Italy: The Punisher, X-Men, the Fantastic 4 the new series drawn by John Byrne.
was the love and passion, my father forced him to consume a good part of his salary to buy almost everything that came out during those months, and ate it all.
Once they walked out, from pneumonia, I was sick of comicsmania.

Since then I never stopped reading fmetti for long periods of time also began to draw the attention to quell'assurdante world. Filled up
diaries diaries drawing crowds, who slowly began to take the form of absurd comic stories, whose protagonists were often comoagni my school life and friends.
also began to write in a methodical, stories of all kinds, all dramatically idiotic.
rejoiced in those years, and I suggested once again that I started a comic strip in a continuous and professional, once out of high school ....
And it was there, one or two years after the end of high school, about to join the "International School of Comics", which gave birth to a creature that is still affezzionato, whose adventures living on a myspace too omitted. A real friend with whom I was, in terms of stories, a bit too much shit, I do. And perhaps more than on him, the stories focus on one of my phobia, to become part of a flock in need of amanciparmi by common rules that I had too many INPOST in my youth. How we laugh behind his back, but I have to admit that they were all very loving ... Here, I want to give the myspace link for the creation of this bastard, and the first of his adventures.
not do it, knowing of my bastardy, I absolutely need to let you see ....

Here it is: Strontium ©

My space de "Strontium ©"

Elcetric Homedade Toys

Letters to the Mirror - ep.02

Boniperto, heard the news on his return as he was a pious soul, decided to go visit her and seeing her sides with salt and chewed the bell'emeglio even as the anchovies, he felt a vise tightens the throat. He spent ten years in which to hide my grandmother went to visit her weekly, and slowly began to become familiar with the other lunatics in the asylum, by Gioacchino The municipal surveyor who designed the Trojan Cat stuffed dogs, Kraus, the Sicilian German Polish jew believed and wanted to commit suicide in the home oven as convinced Nazi, Margot, a former prostitute who sold her Romagna many thanks in return for one please. Especially familiar with a very suspicious that the doctor was watching, Dr. Maximilian Scrausi, who had a theory dell'autopsicanalisi on the dynamics of its own. Forgetting, or perhaps simply ignorant of the teachings Younghiani or Freudian, he was convinced that the only way to understand what was passing in the mind of a mentally ill patient was to write a letter to themselves without realizing it, looking straight in eyes in the mirror. In those ten years, while the Revolution raged out of psychedelic rock, in which America went to war with Vietnam, where many people began to build what would become the world's Jet Set, and Dr. Boniperto. Scrausi had numerous clashes. In fact Scrausi did not like the mustache of my grandfather. He said it was because of those who had fallen Carlina in his depression. He said that characterize so my poor grandfather to make his eyes dazed an extraordinary person, when in fact it was just a money whore 4 filled with "please" too Margot. My grandfather stared at her with suspicion by the movements of the doctor, until one of the last time you set foot in that place of horrors, mental, saw the doctor sitting in front of a mirror in a letter in his hand. Read it while masturbating on over trousers with the back dell'armadillo embalmed guessed that my grandfather had worn looking strangely in the display case of animals through the penguin migrator el'anaconda all unwound and bent at right angles to save space possible.
horror, but a magnetic horror, my grandfather was there to see that ugly scene, while Dr. scrausi read the letter, he wrote one in turn and scratched with the armadillo, in a surreal light on a small bulb 25 watt that came and went. At 5 minutes after my grandfather had worn out his cigarette he held in his mouth, burning lips and felt he had to open them, leaving the filter down to the ground. The noise attracted the attention of this doctor turned with a fierce gaze burst into a shrill scream and devastating, who convinced my grandfather to flee for the long corridors of the hospital, where, perhaps because of that scream trigger , Something had started all the madness in their music major, who by reciting psalms, who simulating an orgasm, and death for those who cut in two with a flexible hand, who is still a trial to the court of some king of France 700.
Run run and run and run, my grandfather found out inadvertently turned and saw the windows of the asylum on and off the cadence of a flight of Chopin, then the screams unruffled assumed the tone of a Mass of Bach, Dr. Scrausi emerged from the hatch on the roof of the attic (and you imagine that the building was in English colonial style!), and wore a helmet diver that has always adorned the facade of the building, began to scream against the sky.
turned and rotated to the brick chimney of a right angle, we attacked a wagon wheel, pulled out of the chimney hood with a pitchfork whaling and URL of "Moby Dick, this time I do not escape", lifted it up towards the sky before he had blasphemed.
Then the voices stopped and did sing Bach in unison "BRUUUM BRUMMMM"
The former house began to tremble, while Dr. Scrausi laughed and laughed and laughed in the light of a moon covered by storm clouds loaded with lightning in them.

Elcetric Homedade Toys

Letters to the Mirror - ep.02

Boniperto, heard the news on his return as he was a pious soul, decided to go visit her and seeing her sides with salt and chewed the bell'emeglio even as the anchovies, he felt a vise tightens the throat. He spent ten years in which to hide my grandmother went to visit her weekly, and slowly began to become familiar with the other lunatics in the asylum, by Gioacchino The municipal surveyor who designed the Trojan Cat stuffed dogs, Kraus, the Sicilian German Polish jew believed and wanted to commit suicide in the home oven as convinced Nazi, Margot, a former prostitute who sold her Romagna many thanks in return for one please. Especially familiar with a very suspicious that the doctor was watching, Dr. Maximilian Scrausi, who had a theory dell'autopsicanalisi on the dynamics of its own. Forgetting, or perhaps simply ignorant of the teachings Younghiani or Freudian, he was convinced that the only way to understand what was passing in the mind of a mentally ill patient was to write a letter to themselves without realizing it, looking straight in eyes in the mirror. In those ten years, while the Revolution raged out of psychedelic rock, in which America went to war with Vietnam, where many people began to build what would become the world's Jet Set, and Dr. Boniperto. Scrausi had numerous clashes. In fact Scrausi did not like the mustache of my grandfather. He said it was because of those who had fallen Carlina in his depression. He said that characterize so my poor grandfather to make his eyes dazed an extraordinary person, when in fact it was just a money whore 4 filled with "please" too Margot. My grandfather stared at her with suspicion by the movements of the doctor, until one of the last time you set foot in that place of horrors, mental, saw the doctor sitting in front of a mirror in a letter in his hand. Read it while masturbating on over trousers with the back dell'armadillo embalmed guessed that my grandfather had worn looking strangely in the display case of animals through the penguin migrator el'anaconda all unwound and bent at right angles to save space possible.
horror, but a magnetic horror, my grandfather was there to see that ugly scene, while Dr. scrausi read the letter, he wrote one in turn and scratched with the armadillo, in a surreal light on a small bulb 25 watt that came and went. At 5 minutes after my grandfather had worn out his cigarette he held in his mouth, burning lips and felt he had to open them, leaving the filter down to the ground. The noise attracted the attention of this doctor turned with a fierce gaze burst into a shrill scream and devastating, who convinced my grandfather to flee for the long corridors of the hospital, where, perhaps because of that scream trigger , Something had started all the madness in their music major, who by reciting psalms, who simulating an orgasm, and death for those who cut in two with a flexible hand, who is still a trial to the court of some king of France 700.
Run run and run and run, my grandfather found out inadvertently turned and saw the windows of the asylum on and off the cadence of a flight of Chopin, then the screams unruffled assumed the tone of a Mass of Bach, Dr. Scrausi emerged from the hatch on the roof of the attic (and you imagine that the building was in English colonial style!), and wore a helmet diver that has always adorned the facade of the building, began to scream against the sky.
turned and rotated to the brick chimney of a right angle, we attacked a wagon wheel, pulled out of the chimney hood with a pitchfork whaling and URL of "Moby Dick, this time I do not escape", lifted it up towards the sky before he had blasphemed.
Then the voices stopped and did sing Bach in unison "BRUUUM BRUMMMM"
The former house began to tremble, while Dr. Scrausi laughed and laughed and laughed in the light of a moon covered by storm clouds loaded with lightning in them.

Arm Pain After Laparoscopy

TREFFENPLATZ or meeting with the Theatre de Chambre -

Summer 2007, just months after graduation. In late May I found the opportunity to scrape together € uri two working as a "driver" on behalf of the Metastasio Theatre during the festival of contemporary theater, "Contemporary 2007".
Honestly, first of all I did for money. I was not a theatrical, let alone one who particularly want to lick your ass left and right to appear. I put a good buzz working as an idiot, however, since the relationship with my other colleagues were excellent, and the frenzy of the organization had taken me too well.
Thus, given my limited knowledge of French, due to the numerous travels of luck (with the bands desinée, or comics) in France, I became a volunteer for the acceptance of a French company, incidentally, would have his own show in Montemurlo, where I lived: the Théâtre de Chambre .
I been reading a little, but I was immediately struck by the lightness of the site, which then opened with a piece of music circus, and with minimal graphics accompanied you to discover the world of this strange company, which apart from the few lines written, the he only knew who lived in northern France in an old factory railway SNCF: La Florentine.
The next day I went to meet them rode, and I was immediately struck by their simplicity and conviviality (knowing I was not expecting a great heat from the French), and they returned to Florence and Prato, offered me to dine and get drunk with them, and it was. The next day I met the producer of the company, the engineer and their fellow workers the Italian Theatre of Arlette.
Hired as a driver, but views the absence of the organizational part of the theater in the territory of Montemurlo, I went over backwards to lend a hand to the success of everything, especially when I realized that as the assembly was advancing , I witnessed a wonderful spectacle, the limits of reality. my sensitive antenna surreal stood attentively.
came the day of the first, he replied the next day.
Meanwhile, at their express request, once you know I was making small low-definition video, especially for pleasure, I was able to show three or qattro of my work.
Christophe Piret and producer Pierre Laly were warm in the comment, I really did not feel up to their comments, especially because I had seen their wonderful performance and I was struck by stage machinery to which they were created as a container of high drama Theatre of Arlette.
was time to say goodbye, short but intense, with the promise to meet again soon.
The party goes on, there were other interesting things, other important meetings.
but no more now I am excited as they had done.
I was preparing for a summer of Prato, or rather, montemurlese, lost in the heat with a few unfortunate uprooted like me to look cool in the trees of Galceti beers or a few days the club, and Camelot in the evening.
but this expectation was less than ten days.
Pierre called me, asked me to climb from there up to twenty days in the North was preparing for a great show at a major festival. I knew little or nothing: an installation, a video on the faces, a record of the show, they needed someone like me.
did not believe, as I did not think of being able to work with them, but there was nothing else to do.
immediately said yes, and ten days after I left, for the experience more than any other would have scored at least until today, my professional and artistic life.
And so I found myself in front of the singular world of Treffenplatz.

Here's the video (made by me) show that after three years I put online soon .... tell that experience in detail and remarkable adventure.
WOW!

TREFFENPLATZ

Theatre de Chambre this: TREFFENPLATZ (2007 Création pour Nuits secretes) from cinedavinci on Vimeo .

Arm Pain After Laparoscopy

TREFFENPLATZ or meeting with the Theatre de Chambre -

Summer 2007, just months after graduation. In late May I found the opportunity to scrape together € uri two working as a "driver" on behalf of the Metastasio Theatre during the festival of contemporary theater, "Contemporary 2007".
Honestly, first of all I did for money. I was not a theatrical, let alone one who particularly want to lick your ass left and right to appear. I put a good buzz working as an idiot, however, since the relationship with my other colleagues were excellent, and the frenzy of the organization had taken me too well.
Thus, given my limited knowledge of French, due to the numerous travels of luck (with the bands desinée, or comics) in France, I became a volunteer for the acceptance of a French company, incidentally, would have his own show in Montemurlo, where I lived: the Théâtre de Chambre .
I been reading a little, but I was immediately struck by the lightness of the site, which then opened with a piece of music circus, and with minimal graphics accompanied you to discover the world of this strange company, which apart from the few lines written, the he only knew who lived in northern France in an old factory railway SNCF: La Florentine.
The next day I went to meet them rode, and I was immediately struck by their simplicity and conviviality (knowing I was not expecting a great heat from the French), and they returned to Florence and Prato, offered me to dine and get drunk with them, and it was. The next day I met the producer of the company, the engineer and their fellow workers the Italian Theatre of Arlette.
Hired as a driver, but views the absence of the organizational part of the theater in the territory of Montemurlo, I went over backwards to lend a hand to the success of everything, especially when I realized that as the assembly was advancing , I witnessed a wonderful spectacle, the limits of reality. my sensitive antenna surreal stood attentively.
came the day of the first, he replied the next day.
Meanwhile, at their express request, once you know I was making small low-definition video, especially for pleasure, I was able to show three or qattro of my work.
Christophe Piret and producer Pierre Laly were warm in the comment, I really did not feel up to their comments, especially because I had seen their wonderful performance and I was struck by stage machinery to which they were created as a container of high drama Theatre of Arlette.
was time to say goodbye, short but intense, with the promise to meet again soon.
The party goes on, there were other interesting things, other important meetings.
but no more now I am excited as they had done.
I was preparing for a summer of Prato, or rather, montemurlese, lost in the heat with a few unfortunate uprooted like me to look cool in the trees of Galceti beers or a few days the club, and Camelot in the evening.
but this expectation was less than ten days.
Pierre called me, asked me to climb from there up to twenty days in the North was preparing for a great show at a major festival. I knew little or nothing: an installation, a video on the faces, a record of the show, they needed someone like me.
did not believe, as I did not think of being able to work with them, but there was nothing else to do.
immediately said yes, and ten days after I left, for the experience more than any other would have scored at least until today, my professional and artistic life.
And so I found myself in front of the singular world of Treffenplatz.

Here's the video (made by me) show that after three years I put online soon .... tell that experience in detail and remarkable adventure.
WOW!

TREFFENPLATZ

Theatre de Chambre this: TREFFENPLATZ (2007 Création pour Nuits secretes) from cinedavinci on Vimeo .

Wife Wants A Blackbaby Stories

Tramontalba first episode - The first episode

tramontalba At sunrise every sunset was:
when the sun vanished below the horizon, immediately re-awakening from the opposite side of this.
Life was extremely quiet, there was no urgency in the steps of the people, and everyone found time to stop and enjoy the ever changing light of dusk accompanied by the rebirth.
the setting of stars, the earth was filled with moisture, the flowers wept at its rising dew, and all the people found themselves suddenly sober and fresh, ready to enjoy another sunny day.
tramontalba But if life was a dream, it was true that the word dream had no meaning.
realize everything that was desired, the spirit of the magical place was experiencing a steady decline into decadence.
It was not anything visible or provable, but the hearts of the people were slowly graying, while continuing their activities more and more slowly, like a used car too. Slowly
alternated generations, and life became so slow that the sweepers were a single load of waste per week and families spending once a month.
spent all day in front of the mirror, looking at age under the weight of work and time, everyone, even young people stood before the mirror, but to boast of their beauty.
No one spoke to anyone.
couples are at the first encounter between a man and a woman. The works were
hurry by automatons in all respects similar to their manufacturers, all equal.
No longer stop watching the sunset, all in front of the mirror, with the sunset behind it, though invisible to them. Dawn
not more serene. The flowers were dried, the dirt was rampant, the ravenous hunger, death slowly spread his cloak over humanity.
No one knew, but their fate was already sealed.

Wife Wants A Blackbaby Stories

Tramontalba first episode - The first episode

tramontalba At sunrise every sunset was:
when the sun vanished below the horizon, immediately re-awakening from the opposite side of this.
Life was extremely quiet, there was no urgency in the steps of the people, and everyone found time to stop and enjoy the ever changing light of dusk accompanied by the rebirth.
the setting of stars, the earth was filled with moisture, the flowers wept at its rising dew, and all the people found themselves suddenly sober and fresh, ready to enjoy another sunny day.
tramontalba But if life was a dream, it was true that the word dream had no meaning.
realize everything that was desired, the spirit of the magical place was experiencing a steady decline into decadence.
It was not anything visible or provable, but the hearts of the people were slowly graying, while continuing their activities more and more slowly, like a used car too. Slowly
alternated generations, and life became so slow that the sweepers were a single load of waste per week and families spending once a month.
spent all day in front of the mirror, looking at age under the weight of work and time, everyone, even young people stood before the mirror, but to boast of their beauty.
No one spoke to anyone.
couples are at the first encounter between a man and a woman. The works were
hurry by automatons in all respects similar to their manufacturers, all equal.
No longer stop watching the sunset, all in front of the mirror, with the sunset behind it, though invisible to them. Dawn
not more serene. The flowers were dried, the dirt was rampant, the ravenous hunger, death slowly spread his cloak over humanity.
No one knew, but their fate was already sealed.

How To Congratulate The Birth Of A Baby

Cinemini Cine: a story of Genesis, Chapter 100 to 100 € world tour experimental box -

Year 2006, the university as a fucking rock weighed about the prospect of a future. I lived a present that seemed less and less of mine, I had moved away from the passions and aspirations that once kept me awake and able to see the utopias as achievable, albeit through monstrous efforts.
I was tired, tending to depressed. the white paper (or not) on which I drew my comics usually stayed more and more immaculate.
I sent out a future depressed to seek asylum in any professional firm of architects buttinculi (not that they are necessarily tuti, but then I saw her this way and not see that today is generally more optimistic in this regard), making the bearer of knowledge phantasmagoric, s-sale for what was not. To gain
do not even think.
I was asked for a hand axis of Prato, a former slaughterhouse preparation for the construction of a video box at the multicultural festival Altermundi.
The girl who had initially been charged manage the installation (Eva Sgro, who would later become great friend and colleague in the implementation of these utopias), had found a real job in those days.
Among other things I already have several years in the business of film clubs across Saraceno Montemurlo, haunted by the prospect of the new multiplex Prato (now unfortunately become a sad thing really representative of a social world in shambles), and eager to achieve something that went beyond the two-dimensional, and delegate to handle projections by the very quality of products in a cultural anarchist, and then turned to audiences for whom ska-core, reggae music or the guerrillas were the only reliable sources of information, and represented the highest form of culture.
To my question on the budget for the purchase of building material, after careful consideration it was decided that I would receive a large sum of € 100, thanks to which, as you know, you can achieve miracles.
So, a little disgusted by everything and everyone, I got the ivory head and found comfort in having a huge collection of cardboard boxes scattered everywhere in the industrial district of Prato, I went to work planning.
A lightweight, hanging by a simple frame made of cardboard sewn together by twine, with each other. So I spent several days recovering cartoons of every kind and sort, er also distract from the depressing study of static and sciences building at the time I was doing.
started working in the meantime the concept, which was gaining strength day by day and texture. I realized the power of gesture, in total contrast with the philosophy of the multiplex, not macrospazio as a focal point and meeting place for a standardized community, but a small space, the characteristics of a tiny room cnematografica, he was going to seek the its small but living public.
The work went on. David spent two afternoons with Gelli, accompanied by the roll, to blacken the inside of the structure, the interior of the cartons, the house of the people of Macondo, a good experiment gone whores thanks to stakes placed between the wheels of administration left extremely suspicious of the initiatives involving the word "multicultural", but that's another story again ... Then the arrival at the slaughterhouse, the encounter with the boys civil service of the archipelago, which delighted a few days to leave the dim light of their offices and their computer screens, like crazy they began to sew the walls of the structure in record time.
The structure was hoisted, decorated, many friends have passed hand to give, I will not mention them all here, but I thank all those who have passed with all my heart.
The following day we mounted the projection system, and armed with a run-down computer, I went immediately to the projection of random clips from the film by Werner Herzog, Godfrey Reggio, Climax documentaries on the animal world, the state of the planet, Miyazaki animations ... All material critical of the state of society, the planet's health, wealth, we tend to ignore the great diversity that makes the mndo in which we live.
It was a great satisfaction to see people of all ages that few at a time (the film could hardly accommodate more than six or seven people at a time) s Mongolian singers alternated to see the shores of the Yenisei, already made-up men of the people of woodabee, the hard immaagini of a wild and always fighting for their survival. A satisfaction that I
marked, and marked as a quest that continues today, thanks to the Theatre de Chambre who first believed in the idea of \u200b\u200bcinemini at home, and thanks to ttti those who have backed me and still are giving me the strength and courage.
The Cinema of cardboard, dropped abandoned as a prelude to a rebirth in a different form. caterpillar becomes a chrysalis and then become a butterfly.
At the next point the following description of this research continued at large with great satisfaction.
For the moment I leave the video, I realized at the time, as a document surreal experience of those mythical (and poor) days.
which by the way was also the first ever video editing qesto from my demented mind ;-).

100 Euro's world tour experimental box

cine had been dead for about four years, bequeathing his house in poor condition (I calculated that I would not have sufficed to work a lifetime to restore them and regain its market value) which he shared with twenty cats and two dogs, which fortunately bequeathed my sister Luisa. My grandfather had been many things in life: insubordinate student, rogue street, cheat, thief of plums, held, in the military before and during World War II, farmer, hunter in Sicily for Eni Petroleum, owner of an inn first and then a rotisserie, which appeared in six or seven films of Federico Fellini. He wore thick mustache, and loved the women with wide hips, so much that three times was dislocated his left shoulder trying to embrace them. returning from World War II (no one has ever known where or if he fought, what is certain is that he was taken prisoner by the British in 1942 and in 1944 was in Manchester to spend their personal effects in one of the most luxurious brothels all ' time), she found herself face to the madness that had forced Carlina, one of the women with big hips that he so loved in the past. you, mad at the lack of news from him, he was convinced that no other man would have appreciated his waist, the buttocks are salted and hung with a rope in the cellar, until they were now some good prosciuttoni. found three months later who had eaten half was interned in what was the asylum of Guaffignano.

How To Congratulate The Birth Of A Baby

Cinemini Cine: a story of Genesis, Chapter 100 to 100 € world tour experimental box -

Year 2006, the university as a fucking rock weighed about the prospect of a future. I lived a present that seemed less and less of mine, I had moved away from the passions and aspirations that once kept me awake and able to see the utopias as achievable, albeit through monstrous efforts.
I was tired, tending to depressed. the white paper (or not) on which I drew my comics usually stayed more and more immaculate.
I sent out a future depressed to seek asylum in any professional firm of architects buttinculi (not that they are necessarily tuti, but then I saw her this way and not see that today is generally more optimistic in this regard), making the bearer of knowledge phantasmagoric, s-sale for what was not. To gain
do not even think.
I was asked for a hand axis of Prato, a former slaughterhouse preparation for the construction of a video box at the multicultural festival Altermundi.
The girl who had initially been charged manage the installation (Eva Sgro, who would later become great friend and colleague in the implementation of these utopias), had found a real job in those days.
Among other things I already have several years in the business of film clubs across Saraceno Montemurlo, haunted by the prospect of the new multiplex Prato (now unfortunately become a sad thing really representative of a social world in shambles), and eager to achieve something that went beyond the two-dimensional, and delegate to handle projections by the very quality of products in a cultural anarchist, and then turned to audiences for whom ska-core, reggae music or the guerrillas were the only reliable sources of information, and represented the highest form of culture.
To my question on the budget for the purchase of building material, after careful consideration it was decided that I would receive a large sum of € 100, thanks to which, as you know, you can achieve miracles.
So, a little disgusted by everything and everyone, I got the ivory head and found comfort in having a huge collection of cardboard boxes scattered everywhere in the industrial district of Prato, I went to work planning.
A lightweight, hanging by a simple frame made of cardboard sewn together by twine, with each other. So I spent several days recovering cartoons of every kind and sort, er also distract from the depressing study of static and sciences building at the time I was doing.
started working in the meantime the concept, which was gaining strength day by day and texture. I realized the power of gesture, in total contrast with the philosophy of the multiplex, not macrospazio as a focal point and meeting place for a standardized community, but a small space, the characteristics of a tiny room cnematografica, he was going to seek the its small but living public.
The work went on. David spent two afternoons with Gelli, accompanied by the roll, to blacken the inside of the structure, the interior of the cartons, the house of the people of Macondo, a good experiment gone whores thanks to stakes placed between the wheels of administration left extremely suspicious of the initiatives involving the word "multicultural", but that's another story again ... Then the arrival at the slaughterhouse, the encounter with the boys civil service of the archipelago, which delighted a few days to leave the dim light of their offices and their computer screens, like crazy they began to sew the walls of the structure in record time.
The structure was hoisted, decorated, many friends have passed hand to give, I will not mention them all here, but I thank all those who have passed with all my heart.
The following day we mounted the projection system, and armed with a run-down computer, I went immediately to the projection of random clips from the film by Werner Herzog, Godfrey Reggio, Climax documentaries on the animal world, the state of the planet, Miyazaki animations ... All material critical of the state of society, the planet's health, wealth, we tend to ignore the great diversity that makes the mndo in which we live.
It was a great satisfaction to see people of all ages that few at a time (the film could hardly accommodate more than six or seven people at a time) s Mongolian singers alternated to see the shores of the Yenisei, already made-up men of the people of woodabee, the hard immaagini of a wild and always fighting for their survival. A satisfaction that I
marked, and marked as a quest that continues today, thanks to the Theatre de Chambre who first believed in the idea of \u200b\u200bcinemini at home, and thanks to ttti those who have backed me and still are giving me the strength and courage.
The Cinema of cardboard, dropped abandoned as a prelude to a rebirth in a different form. caterpillar becomes a chrysalis and then become a butterfly.
At the next point the following description of this research continued at large with great satisfaction.
For the moment I leave the video, I realized at the time, as a document surreal experience of those mythical (and poor) days.
which by the way was also the first ever video editing qesto from my demented mind ;-).

100 Euro's world tour experimental box

cine had been dead for about four years, bequeathing his house in poor condition (I calculated that I would not have sufficed to work a lifetime to restore them and regain its market value) which he shared with twenty cats and two dogs, which fortunately bequeathed my sister Luisa. My grandfather had been many things in life: insubordinate student, rogue street, cheat, thief of plums, held, in the military before and during World War II, farmer, hunter in Sicily for Eni Petroleum, owner of an inn first and then a rotisserie, which appeared in six or seven films of Federico Fellini. He wore thick mustache, and loved the women with wide hips, so much that three times was dislocated his left shoulder trying to embrace them. returning from World War II (no one has ever known where or if he fought, what is certain is that he was taken prisoner by the British in 1942 and in 1944 was in Manchester to spend their personal effects in one of the most luxurious brothels all ' time), she found herself face to the madness that had forced Carlina, one of the women with big hips that he so loved in the past. you, mad at the lack of news from him, he was convinced that no other man would have appreciated his waist, the buttocks are salted and hung with a rope in the cellar, until they were now some good prosciuttoni. found three months later who had eaten half was interned in what was the asylum of Guaffignano.

How To Remove Sonicare Mold

Letters to the Mirror - Episode 1

Simone Cinelli, Architect since 2007, working full time to his studies in cross-sectional areas as a performer, author, filmmaker, designer-builder-builder, graphic designer, photographer, etc. ... After graduating from the International School of Comics and a degree in architecture, it begins to approach the world of video, theater and installations. After some important professional collaborations, began working as a filmmaker, a freelance designer and art director, while in parallel pursuing its shows by independent artists, collaborations with the group "impractical", its projects and curiatoriali happening. his photos are published in national magazines such as XXL, Friday, pile, rocksound.
works with many independent artists and, in Italy and abroad in projects related to experimentation and interdisciplinary arts, the creation of separate networks working in the arts and culture.
In 2007 he began his collaboration with the Theatre de Chambre (

www.theatredechambre.com ) under the artistic direction of Christophe Piret. Through a survey of mankind playing a small village, through his actions, comes to investigate the issue Scrap and waste, for purposes of entertainment within the ministerial project INSIDE ARTS, which will culminate in June 2010.

in 2009 is dedicated to another period of training as a clown in the ward, and as a scenic route in the GET-IN organized by the Laboratory 9.

In 2010, after two years in the making, the film comes out of John Snellinberg, "the Brazilian band" in which Simon makes the graphics, assistant director, stills, video footage and audio of completion and is essentially a wildcard crew station.

With John Carli, met during a training course for clowns in the ward, he formed the "factory rejects" by which means continue the line of study and investigation which began in France, on Italian territory.

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How To Remove Sonicare Mold

Letters to the Mirror - Episode 1

Simone Cinelli, Architect since 2007, working full time to his studies in cross-sectional areas as a performer, author, filmmaker, designer-builder-builder, graphic designer, photographer, etc. ... After graduating from the International School of Comics and a degree in architecture, it begins to approach the world of video, theater and installations. After some important professional collaborations, began working as a filmmaker, a freelance designer and art director, while in parallel pursuing its shows by independent artists, collaborations with the group "impractical", its projects and curiatoriali happening. his photos are published in national magazines such as XXL, Friday, pile, rocksound.
works with many independent artists and, in Italy and abroad in projects related to experimentation and interdisciplinary arts, the creation of separate networks working in the arts and culture.
In 2007 he began his collaboration with the Theatre de Chambre (

www.theatredechambre.com ) under the artistic direction of Christophe Piret. Through a survey of mankind playing a small village, through his actions, comes to investigate the issue Scrap and waste, for purposes of entertainment within the ministerial project INSIDE ARTS, which will culminate in June 2010.

in 2009 is dedicated to another period of training as a clown in the ward, and as a scenic route in the GET-IN organized by the Laboratory 9.

In 2010, after two years in the making, the film comes out of John Snellinberg, "the Brazilian band" in which Simon makes the graphics, assistant director, stills, video footage and audio of completion and is essentially a wildcard crew station.

With John Carli, met during a training course for clowns in the ward, he formed the "factory rejects" by which means continue the line of study and investigation which began in France, on Italian territory.

WAU_tab ('abb1fpva3az1', 'left-middle')

Samples Of Wedding Party Info Letters

first real work!

After some minor Problem with the key (apparently not always match their connection time with my programs, especially on weekends, which usually have a little ' more time) I'm back with good news!
As announced last post, I finally realized where he was wrong with the crochet hook, and I checked! And then - drum roll - here with you my very first crochet! Two
portacellulari, one for me and one for my love. Here's mine:

And her:

Sorry for the quality of the photos, but I've done at night and travel ...

First I made my own, I think working the double treble, and then sewing the end to create the bag. The problem was that the solution to my mistakes came in the course opera, and then under and finished twist is all wrong. Not bad, so I have an excuse to do it again!
The green is rather better finished, I worked in a circle and then meshed closed low at the bottom. Only that I had to put upside down because I had come of crooked lines ... It will mean that I'll just make this too! ;-)

magliereccia And another good news: I have perfected the technique to start the mesh and I also know how to close them once you finished the job!
All this in an attempt to tiny hair band for girls that is currently scattered among the meanders of the bag of balls, but as soon as I find the photographer and the place.

also saw that next week is my birthday, I expect that the envelope will go on to box, because I discovered that the wonderful store that sells the bare minimum (but less) for the jewelry in the area, is equipped with super-lane, I mean give me as soon as possible!
followed by accurate photographic documentation ...

A hug
Marilu

Samples Of Wedding Party Info Letters

first real work!

After some minor Problem with the key (apparently not always match their connection time with my programs, especially on weekends, which usually have a little ' more time) I'm back with good news!
As announced last post, I finally realized where he was wrong with the crochet hook, and I checked! And then - drum roll - here with you my very first crochet! Two
portacellulari, one for me and one for my love. Here's mine:

And her:

Sorry for the quality of the photos, but I've done at night and travel ...

First I made my own, I think working the double treble, and then sewing the end to create the bag. The problem was that the solution to my mistakes came in the course opera, and then under and finished twist is all wrong. Not bad, so I have an excuse to do it again!
The green is rather better finished, I worked in a circle and then meshed closed low at the bottom. Only that I had to put upside down because I had come of crooked lines ... It will mean that I'll just make this too! ;-)

magliereccia And another good news: I have perfected the technique to start the mesh and I also know how to close them once you finished the job!
All this in an attempt to tiny hair band for girls that is currently scattered among the meanders of the bag of balls, but as soon as I find the photographer and the place.

also saw that next week is my birthday, I expect that the envelope will go on to box, because I discovered that the wonderful store that sells the bare minimum (but less) for the jewelry in the area, is equipped with super-lane, I mean give me as soon as possible!
followed by accurate photographic documentation ...

A hug
Marilu