Things to do in the city you live for more than six months there are many, but few are actually stored in the file "captive" to real value or simple fascination with the grotesque, never mind the years I have to jump in three key places: the two sisters in Ancona, the Asinelli tower in Bologna, the roof of the Duomo and the fashion week in Milan, I recovered Last violently, as when you eat a lasagna in three minutes and it takes six hours to digest.
They sent me to work in front of the buildings in the crowded center of foreign-fai due scatti ai fashionisti pazzi e va bene così- hanno detto, almeno questo era il programma: dopo poche ore avevo la borsa piena di quattro etti di inviti per sei giorni, tre chili di macchina fotografica, uno di acqua gasata e una scorta di Compeed.
Tra Porta Venezia e Piazza Duomo, lungo tutta via Palestro, in metropolitana e sui tram, una folla omogenea di minuscoli e minacciosi buyer giapponesi, modelle minorenni che proiettavano ombre lunghissime, paparazzi appesantiti dal tele coi pass al collo e decine di pellegrini della moda agghindati per l'occasione, ogni giorno un outfit diverso e spesso scomodissimo.
Nell'aria una tensione perenne, un'eccitazione per non si sa bene cosa, i fashion bloggers isterici davanti agli ingressi affollati such as club selection with the door, all fighting to take the same photo the subject always benevolent-I take a picture? and tac-laying out the PR list in the rain, the photographers screaming at the first blue car engulfing each other, the celebs who pretend to run away from friends designers.
I went to the first show already creased by three hours of shooting in the street after some shoving and a few meters are accommodated me in my place, nor too far behind nor too far, and I waited patiently while the lights were extinguished and placed all preyed tight and back straight on pallets and then the dark, strong, and suddenly the music woke me up from the torpor of expectation: one, two, three ... the models are outputs as a pod swinging on high heels and dressed in white cotton bubble, followed them mesmerized with his chin up at the end of the catwalk, among hundreds of flash file, their faces straight into the wall of photographers as there were none, the choreography proved enne times but only now with the whole circus around. Four, five, six ... my neighbors pointed to the iPhone, or on his knees for a quick tweet, which changes the pace, the legs mileage not missed a beat, no falls, no FIATA, not even time to cough which is already finished, it could have lasted hours, but are fifteen minutes, the girls all come together and then the stylist for a quick round of applause.
admit the inevitable surprise rookie, this puppet theater drug giant makes its effect, and the scenery, fairytale or brazen it, forcing his eyes glued to the runway, especially if you have a camera in hand, the machine that you forget in a hurry if suddenly a thud coming from the ceiling and bam! ten thousand exploding soft paper butterflies into the crowd while Win Butler cries from the speakers and twenty beautiful blonde underweight hug laughing in this snow unlikely.
The charm fades immediately turn off the lights, a little 'stunned me rejecting the crowd dragging me out in a few minutes there will be another beginning, another row, another ten look to photograph and two meters to be changed; evil foot begins to throb, but I have five very good shots and two briochine the buffet in my stomach, I go on travel discarding the animal coats and faces blurred. Now I
Madonna remains on the roof of the Cathedral and the Tower of donkeys in Bologna, but since I have not graduated will not bring bad luck, I can afford, and then the world is great, and I wear shoes very comfortable.
