A quick note, I've just had a thought. Lately is happening inside me something of a paradox: more and less I know seems to know. I'm hungry
moving into areas other than those which I have previously given in a structured way. Everything runs on a variety of media: books, blogs, records, films. I find myself constantly to tear, in no particular order, following the flash of inspiration, the sound of a name. Clues, references and hints: each of these affects a different part of my brain and soon the chase like a moth with fireflies, ranging from psychoanalysis to cinema, from literature to music. Are so receptive and eager to discover that I can not stay behind to stimuli. The other night I talked about movies until three in the morning with a friend who works in the field and I noticed what I know, both technically and culturally. I'm watching (and re-watching) all the movies in a different way now, just as I look at the photos I try to analyze every detail - lights, camera angles, focal lengths, colors, symbols, references, sounds, music, Dialogues - the filmmakers read books, I compare myself with people who know more than me. I have an irresistible attraction to the cinema, because it combines two things I love and which I have to go together: images and sounds. E 'is a wonderful and incredible casino. Compared to photography, pure and simple, everything is complicated greatly when it comes to motion pictures: one thousand variables involved and nothing can be left to chance. While the still image is easier to control - after accounts it is a single frame - the other is much more liable to criticism than at a video, which runs more or less quickly to the side gives less precise observations. But a film includes many more elements on which it is necessary make very precise choices, why are infinite nuances with which they can make individual components. I am in full reading of the book "Making a film by Sidney Lumet and hangs literally what it says and does not I never imagined existed. I find it amazing the combination of exceptional professionalism in giving way so unique contribution to the work its final part, which is often enjoyed on a superficial level, giving it all for granted when it is not at all. There is nothing I want more now witnessing the making of a film, including most recently the past. Of course, as a photographer stage would be the best.
But here, the more I feel this strong pull - and film is just one example, in reality it applies, albeit to varying degrees, to other areas I mentioned above - more salt on my sense of frustrated inadequacy . I realize that I would need ten lifetimes to get into everything that interests me with the depth I want. I know, I have only thirty-two years and a life ahead to do it, but all this puts me one more time in front of the fact that I'm wasting valuable time that I need to satisfy this hunger frightening culture, leading a life working ; made of useless things like . My life is worth so little that I spend in a company without batting an eyelash agrees to pay € 700 just to put a necklace on a plane to be shot in Paris - the sky falls - right now? When I passed that order of transfer I found myself in serious trouble. It 'was a real ethical dilemma for me. How many things could have been done with that figure? And the ironic thing is that we have done everything magheggio because it was urgent ... and at the end of the shoot was delayed a week also. Now, I do not want to force to attack this thing, I know how much waste each day there are anywhere in the world and even in my work is the first time, however, is another food for thought than a way of doing things that just disgusts me. It disgusts me that I do is party.
I can to make the most of my free time - and in fact I have not slept more than 4-5 hours a night - but I know I can and I want to do even more. And certainly it will be, indeed is already happening.
Let me live with the artists, who really has something good or bad to say to this world because they are the only ones who handle something real, to feel, that belongs to the core. I thirst, I drink more and more I feel the need.
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