He says it is basically twelve notes: twelve notes that encapsulate everything.
That may be true, but without detracting from the music, it is the words that make the real difference.
So many words, a lifetime long.
Words that tell stories, words that describe emotions, words that stop moments, his, mine, ours.
Who doesn’t know the famous “outdoor café tables”!
Not to mention the guy who “carefully reads the instructions on the coffee machine” …
And again:
A hair-raising coffee a packet of smoke and the wind re-reading my paper and tomorrow going out again, putting on a cheerful face for the next carnival a razor-cold pain for another day that dawns I die
Really coffee can make your hair stand on end.
A phosphorescent madonnina and fake flowers above the dresser looking for pantyhose distracted and indolent and one more day in the mirror the refrigerator snored from the kitchen and you hummed making coffee the long sadness of the morning
Do you hum when you make coffee?
A bustle of voices and faces the color of the streets outside that loses some haste among the coffees and liquors if your heart had windows I could jump in them and have you find it all in pieces when you returned
I absolutely love the concept of “losing haste” with coffee!
And never again the chimneys the sirens the city the wet gates and warehouses of mist and humidity … and never again sit in the cafeteria among melancholy and mashed potato the chain the tape the days that go away with the coffee cart ...
Nights in the car talking the low glass for smoking nights of old songs still good to sing nights as dark as an oven sleepless nights before a great day hard nights of illusions long dark nights of coffee …
Old songs still good to sing … it really is.
Songs I would say more lived than old, songs to sing together, during a concert.
Twelve notes were the birthday gift from my brother.
By a curious chance the number twelve recurs, he would surely make a pun of it.
The Gucci family has repeatedly dissociated itself from the portrait that the film portrays, and I will not go into the merits, but now I can finally say that Lady Gaga in the House of Gucci is truly credible, for the vision I had of it.
So, taking up the talk on Patrizia Reggiani, apparently Lady Germanotta’s decision not to meet her did not affect the interpretation, despite Reggiani being annoyed.
Obviously I observed clothes, accessories, and outfits in general, with particular interest both for Gucci pieces and for 80s looks, and I have to say that I enjoyed the work of costume designer Yanti Yates.
Very scrupulous work, starting from months of study in the archives of the Gucci maison.
In an interview with the New York Times, available in full on Instagram, Yanti Yates stated that Lady Gaga was hugely involved, not least because she is a complete clotheshorse and looks marvelous in everything. She was hugely focused on how her character might appear at a particular moment, and had very strong views on aspects like hair and makeup.
But also difficult work, again according to the statements made during the interview: I would create initial selections, and then she would select from there.
Gaga selected.
It also seems that there have been days when for her it was “not today.”
Moreover, the same Gucci website reports as an iconic statement from Yanti Yates: “Lady Gaga told me that in this movie she wanted to dress like her Italian mom. To create her looks, I was able to draw on both her personal and historical Gucci archives.”
At the same time, however, I have this doubt that is spinning in my head, so help me understand if my perception is deceiving me since, actually, in the early 70s despite I wasn’t really in the world from longer (also now I am not, but this is a other story).
Unfortunately I could not find the image of the scene in which Maurizio Gucci introduces Patrizia to his father Rodolfo, but more or less the same goes for the floral dress in this picture.
Obviously I’m nobody to question the reconstruction, which in all other situations I have admired, and I stress it well, but the idea of this dress leaves me perplexed. I’m wrong, right?
In addition to the clothes, House of Gucci offers the vision of a fantastic series of precious “vintage” cars.
In particular, I really loved the way director Ridley Scott frames the arrivals at Rodolfo Gucci’s home: focused on the entrance. From the outside to the outside.
This shot occurs more than once in the movie, with different cars arriving in front of that entrance.
For me it was a sort of “story within history,” almost a symbol to mark the time.
In the picture below, with the same principle, in contrast we are witnessing a departure.
Which is also a beginning: the beginning of a strategy for Maurizio being back in the company.
For the rest, I refer you to the review by Matavitatau, me, a bit like Cruella, I really enjoyed the non-original soundtrack.
As for the floral dresses, I felt a sort of temporal disorientation that in some cases conquered me, in others it left me a kind of question mark.
For example, I liked the choice for George Michael’s Faith as soundtrack of the wedding scene: despite the anachronistic incongruity, it gave me a joyfulness that counterbalanced the void created by the absence of Maurizio’s family.
On the contrary, I was perplexed listening to Ritornerai by Bruno Lauzi as the background to the scene in which Aldo Gucci goes with Maurizio and Patrizia to the estate where their historic breeding is located. The song is wonderful, ça va sans dire, and the meaning is centered on returning to the origins, but for my personal perception it is as if something screeches.
Apart from that, I could list one song more beautiful than the other, and I would like to propose them all: Here comes the rain again by Eurythmics, Heart of glass by Blondie, Ashes to ashes by the White Duke David Bowie, Blue Monday by New Order, Una notte speciale by Alice, Sono bugiarda by Caterina Caselli, but also Largo al factotum from Il Barbiere di Siviglia by Rossini, Madame Butterfly and much more.
As you choose which one you prefer to listen to first, here are some coffees.
I go on thanking for the comments and this time I take this opportunity to reply from here to Duncan Weick: this blog is a gift from my husband and the structure was developed by Zeus. I try to write and use the images that I hope will make sense. In this regard, I would like to take this opportunity to talk about inspiration: is there anything in particular that facilitates writing, or in general the creation of something that you are passionate about? What does arouse a state of mind in you, thanks to which you can feel in the right mood, feel at peace with yourself, if not with the world? My inspiration almost always comes from music. Rock, to be exact. “Play it fuckin ‘loud!” as Bob Dylan taught us. Power. For me, absolutely energy. But it is impossible to give a definition, to harness in a concept, to circumscribe in a description, because basically it is the absence of barriers. An idea that clashes a lot with this particular moment in which we are actually “enclosed”. This is why I thought of the phrase “time is a preciousthing“: time is not precluded, indeed, now we could say that we have a perception of it dilated, at times perhaps impending. “Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings” continues Mike Shinoda when he sings in a crescendo that I perceive as a fantastic invitation to shout. The magic of some songs is precisely eclecticism, and the power to adapt multifaceted to multiple visions and situations, and in this case too, obviously the interpretations are different. Personally, my favorite one is relevant to the awareness of time. Concept in turn not entirely universal in the sense that its perception is variable according to the point of view, but more generally, I consider the pendulum symbol linked to the most modern society. Now that pendulum is particularly dominating all of us who are stopped, and who should make serious and necessary reflections, I believe. But without going to talk about atomization, I would remain in the simplicity of our cup: will your conception of time change from now on? Or … in the end, it doesn’t even matter?
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