Halloween Among the Boxes
the scariest thing in this house is still the amount we have spent on furniture # Halloween among the boxes. I could have gone out properly tonight. There were invitations,...
Traditions & Culture
ECLIXAR
digital diary
Journal.
fragments of quiet intelligence
There is a manner in which certain things ask to be written, not so that they may be found, but because to exist in silence, for too long, eventually becomes insufficient. It is not urgency. It is something closer to a necessity that makes no noise, waiting patiently until it discovers the proper form. This archive was born in such a way.
Not as a diary. Not as a blog. Not as something that is updated merely for the sake of appearing alive. It is a place where certain thoughts come to rest, those which do not dissolve, those which return, those which insist with the silent obstinacy of things that truly belong to you...
Every article is a scene. Every word, a frame of something that would not have remained, had it not
been writtenFrom the archive.
Music & Sound
Country Radio While We Assemble Furniture
nothing says milan like country music, an allen key and two italians swearing at a shelf # Country radio while assembling furniture. Cultural coherence is overrated. We had music on...
Affinity & Heart
Water, Electricity, Gas and Other Extremely Romantic Things
forget roses, nothing says commitment like discussing utility accounts without killing each other # Water, electricity, gas and other extremely romantic things. This is what nobody puts in films. People...
Power & Society
Bills Exist Even Without Rent
owning walls does not persuade electricity companies to become charitable # Bills exist even without rent. Revolutionary discovery. Every time somebody hears that the house is owned, there is a...
Questions & Musings
Cats and New Houses
we do not have a cat, which has not prevented us from discussing the hypothetical cat’s entire future # Cats and new houses. We do not have a cat. We...
Affinity & Heart
Our First Dinner on the Floor
no table, incomplete kitchen, excellent company, terrible posture # Our first dinner on the floor. The clocks changed and apparently so did my standards. We had food, plates, glasses, one...
Beauty & Art
Flos, Again
apparently I can resist everything except a lamp with good proportions # Flos, again. We went back. This was inevitable. I have always believed that if an object is going...
Beauty & Art
Lamps
I have discovered a financially dangerous emotional attachment to good lighting # Lamps. My weakness. Shoes, perfume, bags, yes, everybody knows. But give me beautiful lighting and apparently I become...
Questions & Musings
Words in the Wrong Place
sometimes somebody says one innocent thing and accidentally steps on a month you haven’t finished having # Words in the wrong place. Somebody today said, «At least the house gives...
Logic & Form
Getting Organized
lists have returned, therefore civilization is safe # Getting organized. Finally a problem designed for me. I have lists. Things to buy. Things to bring. Things to clean. Things to...
History & Places
Brera, Then Home
the strange part is that I am already calling a place home before I have properly slept there # Brera, then home. Except I caught myself saying «then home» about...
Affinity & Heart
Saturday Between Furniture and Aperitivo
adulthood is comparing shelving at six and drinking cocktails at eight # Saturday between furniture and aperitivo, which may be the most twenty five year old day I have ever...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.