giovedì 2 dicembre 2010


Tauba Auerbach, born in 1981 in Frisco.
She's so elegant, and methodical in her optical trickery. I love her works.
Auerbach has a background in typography and an interest in scientific books. Her work can be described as an exploration of semiotics, with a playful hint.
Like a scientist, she dissects language as a code of symbols and a conduit for ideas.
She's (like me and Lewis Carrol, etc.) so into anagram (a word or phrase formed by rearranging the letters of another), which historically has been utilized to carry secret messages or hidden meanings and by great writers such Carroll and most of all, Nabokov.


Quarry, Whitney Museum Construction Site Installation, New York

New Year, Western Bridge, Seattle

Here and Now/And Nowhere, Deitch Projects, New York

Passengers, Wattis Institute for Contemporary Art, San Francisco, California

The Uncertainly Principle, Standard (Oslo), Oslo, Norway

The Answer/Wasn’t Here, Jack Hanley Gallery, San Francisco, California

Yes and Not Yes, Deitch Projects, New York

All Time, All the Time, San Francisco Art Commission, San Francisco, California

How to Spell the Alphabet, New Image Art Gallery, Los Angeles, California

sabato 27 novembre 2010

A lovely week

I've spent the most happy week with one of the most brilliant contemporary young artists, Matt Leines, and his adorable girlfriend, Anni Altshuler, also an artist who makes beautiful prints with lovely girls, both members of the fabulous Space 1026.
The left this morning for Philly and i'm so sad; hope i could go to Philly in the summer, though!
Matt was here in Milan for his first solo show at Galleria Patricia Armocida, Time Before Time.
You totally have to see the show: is one of the best shows of this year!
Here some links...

Matt&Anni working at the gallery installation:

sabato 23 ottobre 2010

Some days I think this:

Courtesy of Steve Powers

As Nico said, i don't do too much talking these days.
This Steve Powers' artwork seems to be pretty appropriate.

martedì 18 maggio 2010

domenica 16 maggio 2010

Jessica Grindstaff & Erik Sanko

I've found on the Selby's, this amazing photos of Jessica Grindstaff and Erik Sanko's place.
It is my dream home, in every shade, every detail. I simply love it.

Actually, Jessica Grindstaff is a talented artist, you can see her dioramas here:
Jessica also creates weird prizes broches.
Erik Sanko makes wonderful marionettes and he's also a musician, in the band Skeleton Key.

all photos © todd selby 2010, all rights reserved.

One of the preizes made by Jessica...I definitely want one of them.

venerdì 14 maggio 2010

conjoined twins always enchanted me.

Mary Chulkhurst and Elisa Chulkhurst (1100–1134) (also known as the Biddenden Maids) are one of the earliest known set of conjoined twins. According to local tradition, the Biddenden twins were born in Biddenden, Kent, England in the year 1100. The twins were joined at the hip, although illustrations also depict them joined at the shoulder. They reportedly lived until 1134, when Mary died from illness. Eliza was asked if she wanted to be separated from her twin, and she answered, "As we came together we will also go together". She died about six hours later. The two left their estate of about 20 acres (8.1 ha) to the churchwardens of Biddenden. The rent from this property was to be used to provide a dole of bread and cheese (and later beer and tea) to the poor of the village on each Easter Monday. There are various documents referring to this tradition dating to the 1500s. The first mention of the twins in print was in the late 18th century, and there is considerable doubt about whether they existed or are simply a tradition that developed around the Chulkhurst Charity. Even if they existed, the period they lived may have been as late as the 16th century.

giovedì 13 maggio 2010

I want this book

This is a book by Todd Selby, a view of creative hipsters and their houses or spaces. I'll order it on Amazon, since is already sold out...

lunedì 10 maggio 2010

Drawing Room Confessions

A game played at the end of the nineteenth century in England and France. The game consisted of a fixed questionnaire answered by the players to reveal their tastes, aspirations and personality. Marcel Proust is the most famous player of this game. In his teens, he answered a questionnaire in English in a 'confessions album' that belonged to one of his friends. Later, in his twenties, he produced a second version in a French album called Les Confidences de Salon or Drawing Room Confessions.

Blond redhead, here we go again!

Today i've returned to be a redhead.
My english rose essence.

martedì 23 marzo 2010

lunedì 22 marzo 2010

sabato 20 marzo 2010

art to cut out

Beatrice Pasquali is a young artist from Verona.
She made this images to cut out, taken from her artworks,
for inventing stories or playing with them like children.
(you can watch her art at

Beatrice Pasquali © Tutti i diritti riservati.

mercoledì 17 marzo 2010

Scent of Norfolk.

I'm in love with this cake.

Lavender Pound Cake

2½ cups all-purpose flour

2 tsp. vanilla extract

½ tsp. baking soda

4 eggs

½ tsp. salt

1cup sour cream

2 cups sugar

¼ cup milk

1 tbsp. dried lavender flowers

Drizzle: (see Note)

¼ cup water

1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter,

1 tbsp. dried lavender flowers softened

¾ cup sugar

1. Preheat oven to 350°F. Grease and flour two 8½ x 4½ x 2-inch loaf pans.

2. Mix flour, baking soda and salt in medium-size bowl. Pulse ½ cup of the sugar

with the lavender in a food processor until the lavender is ground.

3. In a large bowl, beat butter, lavender-flavored sugar, remaining 1½ cups sugar

and vanilla until fluffy, 3 minutes. Beat in eggs, one at a time, beating well after

each. In a small bowl, combine sour cream and milk. On low speed, alternately

beat in flour mixture with sour cream mixture in 3 additions, beginning and

ending with the flour. Divide between pans.

4. Bake at 350° for 55 minutes or until tester comes out clean. Cool on rack 10

minutes. Remove cakes from pans and let cool completely.

5. Drizzle: Microwave water and lavender for 30 seconds on high power. Let steep

5 minutes. Strain out lavender flowers and discard.

6. Once cake is cool, whisk together 4 teaspoons of the lavender water with the

confectioner’s sugar. Drizzle over both loaves. Slice and serve.

Harvest lavender on a dry morning when a few flower buds are just beginning

to open. Wrap small bunches with a rubber band and hang out of direct sunlight.

Once dry, rub the flowers off the stalks and store in an airtight container. Make sure

that you’re not storing any flowers that are moldy or wet.

Alice in Wonderland syndrome

I actually think i can suffer of it...But only on odd days.

The name “Alice in Wonderland” syndrome was coined by Todd in 1955 to describe the phenomena of micro- or macrosomatognosia, i.e. altered perceptions of body image,which had first been described by Lippman in the context of migraine some years earlier. It has subsequently been suggested that Dodgson’s own experience of migraine, recorded in his diaries, may have given rise to his descriptions of Alice’s changes in body form, so graphically illustrated in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Sir John Tenniel. These have been interpreted as somesthetic migrainous auras. However, Blau has challenged this interpretation on chronological grounds, finding no evidence in Dodgson’s diaries for the onset of migraine until after he had written the Alice books. Moreover, migraine with somatosensory features is rare,and the diaries have no report of migraine- associated body image hallucinations. Podoll & Robinson have discovered an earlier drawing by Dodgson suggesting that he did in fact suffer migraine aura symptoms before writing the Alice books, but the illustration suggests a right paracentral negative scotoma rather than micro- or macrosomatognosia.

Other conditions may also give rise to the phenomena of micro- or macrosomatognosia, including epilepsy, encephalitis, cerebral mass lesions, schizophrenia, and drug intoxication. It may be speculated that the latter is relevant to Alice since her experiences occur after drinking

from a phial (“DRINK ME”) and after eating cake (“EAT ME”).

Andrew Larner is the editor of

our Book Review Section.He is

a Consultant Neurologist at the

Walton Centre for Neurology

and Neurosurgery in Liverpool,

with a particular interest in

dementia and cognitive disor-


The pdf of the entire article:

martedì 16 marzo 2010

Pouring tea.

This morning i woke up, i poured my Ceylon Green Tea and i read Virginia Woolf's essay on Jane Austen (in The Common Reader, The Hogarth Press, London, 1925).
To me, it was like the two writers were having a nice and smart conversation in front of a cup of Darjeeling Tea, with scones and muffins.
So i've made a literary diorama to make this conversation possible.

lunedì 15 marzo 2010

Madeleines au tilleul and egg cups...

Amplified Proust.

for 30 madeleines:

flour 150g
sugar 180g
butter 150g
eggs 3
1 lemon peel
baking powder, one spoon and 1/2
dried and minced lime blossom flowers, 2 spoons

Mash all ingredients together, and leave the dough to settle for two hours. Fill the madeleines moulds and bake for 15 minutes half turn.

Yesterday i found the silver egg cup i used when i was two...It has a little bump on the cover.

I remember throwing it on the floor because i didn't wanted to eat the egg anymore.

My Proustian memories are everyday stronger...

Albertine, crystallized in a ceramic figure smiles at me, holding Monsieur Marcel's reading glasses.

domenica 14 marzo 2010

Old times.

My Wonderland is the attic of my boyfriend's grandparents.
Curiosity is the only key to enter this diaphanous world of dust and memories.

sabato 13 marzo 2010

"Shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth."

"Go and catch a falling star
Get with child a mandrake root
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil's foot..."

John Donne

Mandragora (that belongs to the Nightshades family- Solanaceae) has always been my favourite plant.

When i was a child i wanted to be a witch. I also had a little witchcraft handbook... There were many recipes with mandarake root and i always wished i had a mandrake in my garden.
Witches also used the root to sculpt their magistrellus, a lucky charm.

Now i'm in love with a mandrake doll.

"...Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou owedst yesterday."

Shakespeare, Othello.

venerdì 12 marzo 2010

The happiness recipe for a couple to me is...

Catching butterflies together in Arizona and Oregon, dressed awfully.

Vladimir and Véra Nabokov

Talk talk talk and never get bored of the other in Richmond, sitting on the couch, drinking Ceylon tea and watching the blooming garden.

Virginia and Leonard Woolf

giovedì 11 marzo 2010

La magia della madeleine

" (...) un giorno d'inverno, rientrando a casa, mai madre, notando che avevo freddo, mi propose di bere, cosa che non mi era consueta, una tazza di tè.Inizialmente rifiutai, ma poi non so perché, cambiai idea. Ella mandò a cercare uno di quei dolcetti corti e tondi che si chiamano piccole madeleine e che sembrano essere stati stampati nella valva scanalata di una conchiglia. E quindi, macchinalmente, oppresso dalla giornata grigia e dalla prospettiva di un domani triste, portai alle labbra un cucchiaio di tè nel quale avevo lasciato inzupparsi un pezzo di madeleine. Nel momento stesso in cui il sorso misto di briciole del dolcetto toccò il mio palato, trasalii, attento a quanto di straordinario accadeva in me. Mi aveva invaso un piacere delizioso, isolato, della cui causa non avevo idea.Nel contempo mi aveva reso indifferenti le vicissitudini della vita, inoffensivi i suoi disastri, illusoria la sua brevità, nello stesso modo in cui l'amore opera colmandomi di un'essenza preziosa: o meglio questa essenza non era in me, essa era me stesso. Avevo cessato di sentirmi mediocre, contingente e mortale. Da dove poteva essermi giunta tale potente gioia? Sentivo che era collegata al gusto del tè e del dolcetto, ma lo superava infinitamente, non doveva condividerne la natura. (...) E tutt'a un tratto il ricordo è apparso davanti a me.Il sapore, era quello del pezzetto di madeleine che la domenica mattina a Combray ( perché nei giorni di festa non uscivo di casa prima dell'ora della messa) , quando andavo a dirle buongiorno nella sua camera da letto, zia Léonie mi offriva dopo averlo intinto nel suo infuso di tè o tiglio.(...) Dal momento in cui riconobbi il gusto del pezzo di madeleine inzuppato nel tiglio che mi dava mia zia , subito (benché non sapessi ancora - e dovessi rimandare a ben più tardi il momento della scoperta - perché quel ricordo mi rendesse tanto felice) la vecchia casa grigia sulla strada, di cui faceva parte la sua camera, venne come uno scenario di teatro a saldarsi al piccolo padiglione che dava sul giardino e costruito sul retro per i miei genitori (...) e, insieme alla casa, la città, da mattina a sera e con ogni sorta di tempo, la piazza dove mi mandavano prima di pranzo, le vie dove facevo qualche commissione, le strade percorse quando il tempo era bello. (...) così, ora, tutti i fiori del nostro giardino, e quelli del parco di casa Swann, e le ninfee della Vivonne, e la brava gente del villaggio e le loro piccole abitazioni e la chiesa e tutta Combray e la campagna circostante, tutto questo che sta prendendo forma e solidità è uscito, città e giardini, dalla mia tazza di tè."

M. Proust, Dalla parte di Swann

La mia folgorazione fu simile a quella di Monsieur Proust. La prima madeleine che assaggiai era posata su un piattino di ceramica bianco, decorato con piccoli fiori cerulei. La vestaglia di mia madre era lilla e di seta, cangiante nella luce calda della cucina. Mi porse il piattino con un sorriso.

Ogni volta che mangio una madeleine, si scioglie nella mia bocca un tripudio di burro e infanzia ritrovata.

Per chi volesse rivivere sensazioni simili:

150 gr. di burro

200 gr. di farina

200 gr. di zucchero

1 cucchiaino di lievito

1 pizzico di sale

6 uova fresche

scorza di limone grattuggiata

Far sciogliere il burro a fuoco molto basso e lasciarlo raffreddare. In una scodella sbattere i tuorli d'uovo (conservando gli albumi) e 100 gr. di zucchero con un pizzico di sale, fino ad ottenere una spuma. Aggiungere il burro fuso e la scorza di limone e mescolare. Aggiungere la farina a pioggia e il lievito. Mescolare con un cucchiaio di legno, pian piano, con movimenti dal basso verso l'alto. Riscaldare il forno a 180° C. Montare gli albumi delle uova a neve, versarvi a pioggia il resto dello zucchero e continuare a montare il composto finché non diventa ben sodo. Incorporarlo quindi alla pasta. Suddividere nelle forme da madeleine dopo averle imburrate. Cuocere per quindici minuti.