Holy Family

What a nice rainy Saturday afternoon I spent in the studio with Natalia and the boys. I only recently met Natalia, but we instantly felt comfortable around each other so today I told her she can rule the game and do whatever she pleases in terms of movements and bodily ideas; I was in charge …

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Moribund lovers

I once lived in a small and charming city, with elegant villas and lots of green spaces. It even had a metro line with only 3 stations, and everyone was taking it at least once a week out of respect for their eco-friendly municipality. During one of these short trips with the metro I met …

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In a museum

I visited the only museum in that forgotten city. What a joke of a museum it was, a big ugly building housing a series of mediocre paintings from different centuries depicting hangings and decapitations of petty thieves in the market place, to the delight of the placid crowd. In one of the rooms I saw …

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Um-hum I answered

My friend told me: “She had all the qualities that I lacked, so I loved her right away. It was overwhelming like the founding of a new religion, an act of rebellion against all the fathers in the world, all those good fathers adoring plaster idols and tiny machines with microchips… And it all ended …

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The storm

A wave of marine air surrounded us. Our lungs became blue-greenish, and algae started to grow from our nostrils, and tiny coral reefs adorned our lungs. The storm broke loose.

Bread-and-butter

There was a summer in Berlin, when, as a sort of resistance movement to all the dairy, fat, and gluten-free trends, two friends of mine were organizing in the garden of their studio their once famous bread-and-butter parties, which they documented thoroughly on their blog and social media platforms, with photos, recipes, and funny tales. I might say …

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Tastes of her life

During our friendship she would say: my life life tastes like a warm Coca-Cola which lost all its bubbles. Or: my life tastes like an ice-cream bar melted on the asphalt. Or: my life tastes like a stale cup of coffee. Until one day she said: my life tastes like ripe cherries in summer. And …

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Leda

One day after his car accident, my friend told me: “I was waiting in front of the emergency room, sipping tasteless coffee from the vending machine. The white room was adorned with nothing but a framed poster of an event from the previous year, Spanish Motifs in Polish Theater, representing a featureless head of a flamenco …

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Until they fell

Her lover had a wooden leg. He had had a car accident, long before he met her. The wooden leg smelled beautifully and exuded a sweet watery raisin. During their love games, she would kiss and lick it, and afterwards, lying in bed, she would scratch it and sprinkle the wooden powder over her tobacco, then smoke …

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Very fragile

Today I photographed a girl with long hair the colour of tobacco and lavender-white skin. She told me that her most valuable possession is the brain of one of her great-grandfathers, conserved for almost one hundred years in a formol solution. “During his lifetime he was a quite famous and influential writer, but not many …

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