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Summertime

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 09:53:41 -0700

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Turin, Italy, June 2007

Absolutely Best in Large Size

Turin, Piazza Castello, Last Day of School

AF 85 mm Nikkor f 1,8

Listening Back to School, Deftones

Italians

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Wed, 06 Jun 2007 10:20:48 -0700

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Turin, Italy, June 2007

Surely Best in Large Size

Any minute now my ship is coming in
I'll keep checking the horizon
And I'll stand on the bow
And feel the waves come crashing
Come crashing down, down, down on me

And you said,"Be still, my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in"
Don't you understand?
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin

When I awoke today suddenly nothing happened
But in my dreams I slew the dragon
And down this beaten path
And up this cobbled lane
I'm walking in my own footsteps once again

And you say,"Just be here now
Forget about the past
Your mask is wearing thin"
Let me throw one more dice
I know that I can win
I'm waiting for my real life to begin

Any minute now my ship is coming in
I'll keep checking the horizon
And I'll check my machine
There's sure to be that call
It's gonna happen soon, soon, oh so very soon
It's just that times are lean

And you say,"Be still, my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in"
Don't you understand?
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin

On a clear day
I can see, see for a long way

On a clear day
I can see, see a very long way

(Waiting for my real life to be, Colin Hay)

Queen of Spades

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Mon, 14 May 2007 12:38:34 -0700

Könrad posted a photo:

Turin, Italy, May 2007

Cos-Players Meeting in Lingotto

Suggested view in Large

I'm over it
You see I'm falling in the vast abyss
Clouded by memories of the past
At last, I see

I hear it fading
I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
We fear them finding
Always winding
Take my hand now
Be alive

You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I'm not the only one
We walk amongst you
Feeding, raping
Must we hide from everyone

I'm over it
Why can't we be together
Erase it
Sleeping so long
Taking off the mask
At last, I see

My fear is fading
I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
We fear them finding
Always winding
Take my hand now
Be alive

You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I'm not the only one
We walk amongst you
Feeding, raping
Must we hide from everyone

You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I'm not the only one
We walk amongst you
Feeding, raping
Must we hide from everyone

Everyone
Everyone

(Forsaken, Disturbed)

L'Unità

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Wed, 09 May 2007 10:17:49 -0700

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Milan, Italyt, April 2007

Shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure wed never see an end to it all
And I dont even care to shake these zipper blues
And we dont know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
Double cross the vacant and the bored
Theyre not sure just what we have in the store
Morphine city slippin dues down to see
That we dont even care as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought wed go, beneath the sound of hope
Justine never knew the rules,
Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
No apologies ever need be made, I know you better than you fake it
To see that we dont care to shake these zipper blues
And we dont know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
The street heats the urgency of sound
As you can see theres no one around

(1979, Smashing Pumpkins)

Stella Solitaria

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Mon, 16 Apr 2007 04:00:08 -0700

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Milan, Italy, April 2007

When she walks down the street,
She knows there's people watching.
The building fronts are just fronts
To hide the people watching her

But she once fell through the street
Down a manhole in that bad way
The underground drip
Was just like her scuba days

Days
Daze
Days
Daze

She was all right because the sea was so airtight, she broke away
She is all right but she can't come out tonight, she broke away
She was all right, yeah the sea was so tight, air tight
She broke away, broke away

At the bottom of the ocean she dwells
At the bottom of the ocean she dwells
From crevices caressed by fingers
And fat blue serpent swells
Stella, Stella, Stella, Stella I love you

Well, she was my catatonic sex toy, love-joy diver
She went down down down there into the sea,
Yeah she went down down down there, down there for me, right on

So good, oh yeah, right on

(There's something that's invisible,
There's some things you can't hide,
Try detect you when I'm sleeping,
In a wave you say goodbye...)

(Stella Was A Diver And She Was Always Down, Interpol)

Alone in the Dark

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Mon, 09 Apr 2007 13:18:32 -0700

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Milan, Italy, April 2007

Listening: The Host of Seraphim, Dead Can Dance

Sidewalking

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Wed, 28 Mar 2007 13:52:48 -0700

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Turin, Italy, March 2007

Holly came from miami f.l.a.
Hitch-hiked her way across the u.s.a.

Plucked her eyebrows on the way
Shaved her leg and then he was a she
She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
Said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side

Candy came from out on the island
In the backroom she was everybodys darling

But she never lost her head
Even when she was given head
She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
Said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
And the coloured girls go

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo)

Little joe never once gave it away
Everybody had to pay and pay

A hustle here and a hustle there
New york city is the place where they said
Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I said hey joe, take a walk on the wild side

Sugar plum fairy came and hit the streets
Lookin for soul food and a place to eat

Went to the apollo
You should have seen him go go go
They said, hey sugar, take a walk on the wild side
I said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
All right, huh

Jackie is just speeding away
Thought she was james dean for a day

Then I guess she had to crash
Valium would have helped that dash
She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side
And the coloured girls say

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

(Walk on the Wild Side, Lou Reed)

Spectre (To)

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Sun, 11 Mar 2007 07:12:11 -0700

Könrad posted a photo:

Turin, Italy, March 2007

Piazza Castello, Torino

Wait in line
'Till your time
Ticking clock
Everyone stop
Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Woooohh
Do you believe
In what you see
There doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me
Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe in
What you see
Nine to five
Living lies
Everyday
Stealing time
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Ah and I'll shout and I'll scream
But I'd rather not have seen
And i'll hide away for another day
Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see
Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can

(In the Waiting Line, Zero Seven)

Scent of a Woman

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Wed, 07 Mar 2007 01:01:56 -0800

Könrad posted a photo:

Milan, Italy, December 2006

First test with Black and White Lab Process, Thanks to Andrea

Could've sworn I heard you say amen this morning, showing some kind of sign that you believe
Did it fall from your tongue without warning or just another trick to fall from your sleeve
Did I hear you say that you believe in angels? I guess I bring the devil out in you
But we can both remove our halos cause even an angel needs love too

The woman in you is the worry, the worry in me
The woman in you is the worry, the worry in me

Some things never change; some things never stay the same
But youre so innocent, Ill take all the blame
How I hate to remember for that means the day is past
Sometimes I wonder if I know her or if I really need to ask

The woman in you is the worry, the worry in me
The woman in you is the worry, the worry in me
The woman in you is the worry, the worry in me
Woman...

Half-man walks with no shadow of life he utters his distaste
No apology is expected
Love carved sorry in his face
Love carved sorry in his face

The woman in you is the worry, the worry in me
The woman in you is the worry, the worry in me
The woman in you, in you, is the worry in me
Woman...

(The Woman in You, Ben Harper)

Il suono delle mani

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Thu, 22 Feb 2007 12:25:00 -0800

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Triennale, Milan, Italy, February 2007

Una sfida nelle sfide. Sei in uno scenario importante, con persone che il destino ti ha suonato in faccia, risate, scatti, chi ti sta accanto, chi vorrebbe volare a Londra, chi dovrebbe tornare anfibio e pericoloso (Trust him), un mondo che si è venuto a creare nel giro dell'ultimo anno della tua vita. Suona un pianoforte, alla fine la musica e scatti. Un martedì a Milano.

A te che voli, Marta e Alessandro.

Suggested view in Large Size

Listening: Struggle for Pleasure, Wim Mertens)

L'Angelo dell'Incrocio

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Sat, 17 Feb 2007 07:36:42 -0800

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Street Crossing Angel

Turin,Italy, February 2007

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drink up, baby down
mmm, are you in or are you out
leave your things behind
'cause it's all going off without you
excuse me, too busy you're writing your tragedy
these mishaps
you bubble wrap
when you've no idea what you're like

so let go, jump in
oh well, whatcha waiting for
it's alright
'cause there's beauty in the breakdown
so let go, just get in
oh, it's so amazing here
it's alright
'cause there's beauty in the breakdown

it gains the more it gives
and then it rises with the fall
so hand me that remote
can't you see that all that stuff's a sideshow

such boundless pleasure
we've no time for later now
you can't await your own arrival
you've 20 seconds to comply

so let go, jump in
oh well, whatcha waiting for
it's alright
'cause there's beauty in the breakdown
so let go, just get in
oh, it's so amazing here
it's alright
'cause there's beauty in the breakdown

(Let go, Frou Frou)

Un giorno in più di ieri

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Wed, 14 Feb 2007 16:47:52 -0800

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(A day more than yesterday)

Monte San Vito, Ancona, Italy, February 2007

Best View: Large Size

I am milk
I am red hot kitchen
And I am cool
Cool as the deep blue ocean

I am lost
So I am cruel
But I'd be love and sweetness
If I had you

I'm waiting
I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting
I'm waiting for you

I am weak
But I am strong
I can use my tears to
Bring you home

I'm waiting
I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting
I'm waiting for you
I am milk
I am red hot kitchen
I am cool
Cool as the deep blue ocean
I'm waiting
I'm waiting for you
I'm aching
I'm aching for you
I'm waiting
I'm waiting for you.

(Milk, Garbage)

X

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Mon, 05 Feb 2007 09:58:26 -0800

Könrad posted a photo:

Turin, Italy, February 2007

Nikkor AF 50 mm 1.8

Best View: Large Size

Listening Until The Morning, Emliana Torrini feat Thievery Corporation

Senza Senso

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Thu, 25 Jan 2007 12:25:01 -0800

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Turin, Italy, January 2007

Best View in Large

Listening: Hunger Strike, Temple of the Dog

Once

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 01:02:14 -0700

Könrad posted a photo:

Monte San Vito, Italy, September 2007

Happy Birthday Isa.

Dedicated to my brother in law and Isabella.

The Dreamer

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Tue, 05 Jun 2007 12:45:40 -0700

Könrad posted a photo:

Turin, Italy, June 2007

Oh Elise it doesn't matter what you say
i just can't stay here every yesterday
like keep on acting out the same
the way we act out
every way to smile
forget
and make-believe we never needed
any more than this
any more than this
oh elise it doesn't matter what you do
i know i'll never really get inside of you
to make your eyes catch fire
the way they should
the way the blue could pull me in
if they only would
if they only would
at least i'd lose this sense of sensing something else
that hides away
from me and you
there're worlds to part
with aching looks and breaking hearts
and all the prayers your hands can make
oh i just take as much as you can throw
and then throw it all away
oh i throw it all away
like throwing faces at the sky
like throwing arms round
yesterday
i stood and stared
wide-eyed in front of you
and the face i saw looked back
the way i wanted to
but i just can't hold my tears away
the way you do
elise believe i never wanted this
i thought this time i'd keep all of my promises
i thought you were the girl always dreamed about
but i let the dream go
and the promises broke
and the make-believe ran out...
oh elise
it doesn't matter what you say
i just can't stay here every yesterday
like keep on acting out the same
the way we act out
every way to smile
forget
and make-believe we never needed
any more than this
any more than this
and every time i try to pick it up
like falling sand
as fast as i pick it up
it runs away through my clutching hands
but there's nothing else i can really do
there's nothing else
i can really do
at all...

(A letter to Elise, Cure)

1 Year

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Wed, 30 May 2007 11:07:37 -0700

Könrad posted a photo:

Vanzago, Italy, May 2007

Un anno. E' passato un anno e qualche spanna in qua e là. A scorrere su e giù per le vene, dalla testa ai piedi, che adesso riesco finalmente a vedere. Strana accozzaglia di istanti tutto questo, e trovarne un filo logico a costituirne una ragione, forse l'unica possibile in mezzo a tante introvabili, per dare un senso a questo assemblaggio difettoso, ma pur sempre unico nel suo genere. Prospezione di uno scenario fatto di joule, fatto di anni che scorrono , a volte vuoti, a volte strabordanti, fatto di un passato con lacune che nemmeno una granata in un terreno, di un presente che sgomita e di un futuro che ad occhio e croce gioca a testa o croce. E' il lancio di una moneta. Niente di più, tanto vale sorridere e guardare come vedo oggi le cose rispetto ad un anno fa. Tutto qui, credo

Tidal waves don't beg forgiveness
Crashed and on their way
Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away
A snowflake falls in may.
And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.

Nature has its own religion; gospel from the land
Father ruled by long division, young men they pretend
Old men comprehend.

And the sky breaks at dawn; shedding light upon this town
They'll all come ‘round
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
G'bye for now.

And the road
The old man paved
The broken seems along the way
The rusted signs, left just for me
He was guiding me, love, his own way
Now the man of the hour is taking his final bow
As the curtain comes down
I feel that this is just g'bye for now.

(Man of the Hour, Pearl Jam)

Ricamo di luce

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Fri, 25 May 2007 05:11:35 -0700

Könrad posted a photo:

Turin, Italy, May 2007

Cos-Players Parade in Lingotto, Turin.

«...e il linguaggio umano è simile ad un tamburo rotto su cui battiamo melodie per farci ballare gli orsi, mentre ciò che desideriamo è fare musica che commuova le stelle.»
(Gustave Flaubert)

Here she comes, lady luck again
Figure of eight, six and nine again
My lady with the spinning head
Whatever the deal she won't let me down
Wherever I go she's always hanging round
My lady with the spinning head

Lady with the spinning head
Lady with the spinning head
Oh yeah

She's been gone but I knew she'd be back
She's got the rent, she put me in the black
The lady with the spinning head
If I ever let go, she’d cure my blues
She’s the one in the Chinese shoes
Lady with the spinning head
I’m on top when she’s around
She’s my ticket out of town
Lady with the spinning head

Lady with the spinning head
Lady with the spinning head
Lady with the spinning head
Lady with the spinning head

Here she comes, lady luck again
Figures
Here she comes
Figure of eight, six and nine again

(Lady with the Spinning Head, U2)

Le Fleur du Mal

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 05:33:34 -0800

Könrad posted a photo:

Milan, Italy, February 2007

Light shines through darker days
eyes close and lose their way
slip away the night
while the whole town's asleep
caught between the space
where you wanted to be
death acts and life reacts
spent time turning looking back
clues along the track
leave the following kind
the ground that seems to be new
winding up the same every time

(Wash, Calexico)

A te, che Voli

nobody@flickr.com (Könrad) — Mon, 19 Feb 2007 09:48:22 -0800

Könrad posted a photo:

Milan, Italy, 18th of February 2007

Absolutely best view: Large Size

Carnevale Futurista in Piazza Duomo

Waiting on an angel.
One to carry me home.
Hope you come to see me soon, cause I don't want to go alone,
I don't want to go alone.

Now angel won't you come by me.
Angel hear my plea.
Take my hand, lift me up so that I can fly with thee,
so that I can fly with thee.

And I'm waiting on an angel.
And I know it won't be long to find myself a resting place in my angel's arms,
in my angel's arms.

So speak kind to a stranger, cause you'll never know, it just might be an angel come,
Oh- knockin' at your door, Oh- knockin' at your door.

And I'm waiting on an angel.
And I know it won't be long to find myself a resting place in my angel's arms,
Oh- in my angel's arms.

Waiting on an angel.
One to carry me home.
Hope you come to see me soon, cause I don't want to go alone,
I don't want to go alone,
don't want to go,
I don't want to go alone.

(Waiting on an Angel, Ben Harper)